HIS NAME WAS GORDIE--.

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    HIS NAME WAS GORDIE.
    John Wilborn
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    Sat Jan 13 02:53:45


    A week ago Friday, I told you about a disabled
    Navy
    veteran, and that when I was introduced to him,
    had told
    me he thought his name was GORDIE. A good
    number of you
    got back to me--some of you made open posts
    about GORDIE.
    Yesterday I was up at the same store where I
    had met
    him--the day he had stopped in for his 'free'
    cherry
    slush--the day the store owner had told me that
    GORDIE's
    mother stops by at random times and settles the
    amount
    owed for his 'free' treats. GORDIE's mom was
    introduced
    to me yesterday by the store owner. When I
    told her that
    I was a retired Navyman, it was like the
    floodgates had
    been opened about her wounded son. Yes, his
    name is
    GORDIE--he lives at home with his mother
    because he
    cannot care for himself as far as making a
    living--he
    roams around the area constantly--comes home
    always when
    darkness falls. He is perfectly harmless and
    can care
    for himself such as bathing and eating. GORDIE
    was a
    crew member on the warship frigate, the USS
    STARK. In
    May 1987, the Persian Gulf was a war zone
    between Iraq
    and Iran. Iraq fired missiles at the USS STARK
    killing
    37 American sailors and wounding dozens of
    others.
    GORDIE was one of the survivors and after
    months of
    hospital treatment was discharged from the
    naval service
    to come and live with his mother. GORDIE's Mom
    did not
    seem bitter as one might expect a Mom to be--in
    fact she
    seemed very proud as she told me the story.
    Looking at
    the kind old woman, cheeful and proud, I
    noticed her
    handsome brown eyes--sparkling and intelligent
    looking--I
    noted this especially in GORDIE's mother, for I
    recalled
    how his eyes had looked--they had reminded me
    of the
    brown buttons that you would see sewn onto the
    face of a
    teddy bear for eyes--dull and
    lifeless--non-seeing--like
    there was noone in there. Now, when I see
    GORDIE roaming
    around the mall area, there is a story I can
    hook up with
    the name--with the man--just perhaps in that
    horrible
    shipboard event, GORDIE had looked in at Hell
    and he just
    wasn't wanting to look again, so he turned his
    eyes
    off--made buttons out of them.
    Wilborn sends.
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