Going Home
As Cassandra at VC noted when she sent this along, MaryAnn at SoldiersAngelsGermany can write:
He has the Look. He’s tall, wiry, and explosive. And he has the Look in his eyes.
I see it again later up close when I give him a couple of t-shirts. Like a deer in the headlights, but something else, too. Shocked, surprised, scared, and angry. Very angry.
Shocked and surprised at the creeping realization that what he’d experienced was going to be with him forever. Scared about what it could do to him. And angry about it. He’d never considered all this before; he’d believed he was invincible.
We didn’t talk about anything specific right then, so I don’t remember what led to me holding out a coin in the palm of my outstretched hand.
“I didn’t get a single fucking coin,” he says bitterly, looking at it. “Some guys got tons of ‘em. I got a Purple Heart, but I’m not proud of it.”
The rest of “Going Home” here.
Posted by Jules Crittenden at 7:48 am on Wednesday, December 12, 2007
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December 12th, 2007 at 6:42 pm
Okay. That brought tears and too many memories.
December 12th, 2007 at 10:13 pm
Bah!
Another Foolish Infidel.
[sniff!]