“You’re quite a guy, Blake.”
“I’ve been called that, along with other things not too complimentary.”
“Be careful, Blake. Live a long life. I’ve got to go now. I hear a bugle in the distance and that means I have to answer the muster call with the others. Soldiers from the American Revolution and to all the wars we’ve had are gathering to stand duty, to guard this country.”
“Do you know when it will end, Richard—when there will finally be peace on Earth? Is there somebody, where you’re at, that might know, and they’ve told you?”
“I’ll look forward to it. Believe me, most of the time, I need help. So, until we meet again, so long, Richard.”
I worked hard at finishing what was left in the rye bottle. I looked at the only picture I have of Dru and mumbled at it.
“I love you, Dru. I don’t want anybody to take your place. Once in a lifetime, a man will meet the one lady he wants to walk through life with. You were that lady.”
And how was your Memorial Day?
About the Author
During the Korean War Wayne Greenough served on the Aircraft Carrier, CVA 37. In civilian life he lived next door to a Pearl Harbor Survivor. When the man passed on he was given a military burial. The bugler played taps and Wayne Greenough wept.