WHY DID YA HAV'TA SHOW ME?

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    Reply WHY DID YA HAV'TA SHOW ME?
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    "Damn it Willie", you remark brashly, "why
    did you have to show me that sad-ass
    picture--who is that
    woman and that little girl kid"? Old military
    buddies getting together--so long separated and
    so much
    to get cought up on. Oh sure, there had been
    enough of
    the 'whatever happened to old so-and-so' or 'do
    you
    remember the time we cumshawed that weapons
    carrier for
    the beer party down at China Beach'--and on and
    on. The
    conversation never lagged for a moment, and you
    couldn't
    imiagine why your old friend had dug out that
    old
    dog-earred article that was a reprint from
    SAGA
    magazine--hell way back in the issue of October
    1967. The
    old war horses were sitting by the backyard
    swimming
    pool in Willie's Phoenix, Arizona home. Though
    you were
    at least ten years your hosts senior, you had
    never let
    the age thing come up, no matter what. You had
    retired
    in about 1967 while your friend Willie had
    stayed until
    1971--he had served two tours in Vietnam,
    eventually
    settling in the desert southwest. "You
    remember when
    we were on instructor duty together at the
    Seabee base in
    California--that one class we had with that
    fool
    kid--that blond headed little sucker who was
    always
    playing jokes--the one that put the salt into
    the coffee
    urn that time and everyone suspected he pissed
    in the
    pot--yup, that one, and then he went in during
    coffee
    break and wrote APRIL FOOLS on the
    chalkboard--it was
    really the first of April after all--wonder he
    didn't get
    his skinny little butt kicked that time", you
    friend
    Willie recalled with a wide grin. You have
    listened
    intently as you recalled those long ago events
    like they
    were only yesterday. "Sure as hell I remember",

    you exclaim, "he was with that Seabee STAT
    group--the
    bunch of ball-bustin' bastards that are harder
    to break
    into than the Navy SEALS--that's what I've
    heard
    anyway".
    Your buddy nods his head absently, and randomly
    states,
    "that little Dude was always smiling--I
    remember that
    about him --like he had a big dark secret that
    he was
    going to yank off on somebody--always
    grinning", as
    Willie's voice trailed off. "But Willie,
    what's that
    got to do with you showing me that sorrowful
    picture--hell, Old LBJ looks okay--so does Paul

    whats-his-name--LBJ's SECDEF until McNamara
    come on
    board"--you wait patiently for your old friend
    to
    answer.. You note a sad, faraway look seeming
    to cloud
    his otherwise pleasant features. "I gotta tell
    you a
    sad story Gunner--"--that's what Willie always
    called
    you, because you used to be a Gunners Mate
    until you
    switched over to the Navy Seabees--"that's that
    silly
    damn kids wife and young'un--only a few months
    after he
    was raising hell aound there in our Disaster
    Recovery
    classes, he was sent over to Vietnam with his
    STAT
    outfit--at a little God-forsaken place fifty or
    sixty
    miles out of Siagon--". Your old friends voice

    trailed off--a muffled sob--almost as if he
    were or had
    been there.
    "A little arm-pit of the world called Dong
    Xoai--they
    were building a camp for the Army Special
    Forces--the 9th
    of June of 65, I think it was-- there was one
    hellva of
    Donny-brook this night in the mud and rain--the
    storys
    all here in this magazine article". Your are
    reluctant to ask anything though you're
    straining to find
    out things--you sense more is coming but in
    Willie's own
    time--at the speed he can handle those events
    to relate.
    "Just one hell'va fight they put up that
    night--did
    themselves proud, those young men--damn, I'm so
    bouyed-up
    just talking about it". "I'll print you up a
    copy of this article Gunner that you can take
    with
    you". Willie offers. "It'll knock your socks
    off
    when you read it Guns--and hey look at this
    picture of
    that dumb-ass kid, half a smirk on his puss,
    just looking
    like he's ready to pull some little shennigan",
    Old
    Willie states so matter-of-factly. "Actually
    Gunner", Willie adds almost as an afterthought,

    "Marvin Shields young widow and little girl are
    there
    with the President to pick up his
    medal--posthumously,
    was how they described it--and also when Paul
    whats-his-name reads off the stuff they said
    Marvin
    did--what did he say FOR CONSPICIOUS GALLANTRY
    ABOVE AND
    BEYOND THE CALL OF DUTY-- damn Gunner, aren't
    those proud
    words--huh Gunner--didn't it make you feel good
    that you
    knew that young rascal--just a stinking shame
    about that
    poor woman and that little baby--just a
    bald-ass shame
    Gunner".
    Wilborn sends
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    Yeah chief, You sure know how to evoke emotion.
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