MY BROTHER, MY BEST FRIEND AND MY HERO
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" The Fish Story"
I don't remember a lot of my childhood, bits and pieces. I don't know if I have suppressed them or what, but things I do remember, are somewhat of a blur. I will try to be as accurate as possible, with my stories.
I know one time Steve and I had went to the local swimming pool, we walked there too, but it was just down the road from where we lived. On the way home, there was a little bridge over the road, and under it ran sewage water. Of course I didn't know this at the time, but it didn't take me long to find out. As we were walking along over the bridge, Steve happened to look down and saw a whole sting of fish, in the water. He said to me,"Let's get those fish and take them home, and have Dad clean them and we will have them for supper." So being a little girl trying to please her big brother, I of course said," Ok!"
So Steve goes and retrieves the fish from the sewer water, still attached onto the string. Now you have to imagine, this was summer time in Indiana, probably about 95 degrees, who knows how long those fish had been there. We get the fish and we take turns carrying them home. There was a terrible smell about them, so we kind of had to hold the fish away from us.
We get home and show Dad the fish, we told him a man had come along and offered us the fish because he didn't want to clean them,(we were so full of it!) so Dad wants to take pictures of us with this prize we had been given by some nice man. I remember holding those fish, on the string and Steve holding them with me, and how in one picture I think I was holding my nose and Steve was telling me to be quiet, because I couldn't stand the smell. "Oh what wicked webs we weave, when first we practice to deceive." Dad starts to clean the fish and it didn't take him long to figure out that, these fish were not the prize he was hoping for. Finally we had to tell him the truth, and we both felt really bad about him cleaning those old rotten fish, but not so bad that we wouldn't find some more adventures to get into. Until next time...Take care of yourselves.
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It's all in the Plan: I met a sister today via Internet, her brother is a POW in Vietnam, She sounds like I do, so distraught and worried, but trying to remain calm, She said at least, you have a grave to go to, I don't, I wanted to tell her,"Yes, I could go to his grave, but I won't." I have put so many things over the years on his resting place, Only when I return, to visit again, there is nothing but a bare space, Where do the things go that mean so much to me? Why should I have to ask, they should still be there for everyone to see. I do go occasionally, on his birthday, on memorial day, and on the day of his death, But, I know he is not there, it is just a resting place for me to go to cry under my breath. His soul is with the Lord and with his family who have passed over now, So, I know he is at peace, and I should be happy that he is without pain, but I don't know how. I have never really let him go, and I never will, As long as I am alive, he is alive still. People think I am obsessed, well yes, I am, But until you experience what I have, let me remember him, however I can. To the POW sister, I got to know today You are not alone, I know how you feel, in every way. I think it is in the "Big Plan" to help each other, anyway we are able, And someday, we will be together, with our brothers, at the heavenly table. In memory of Donnie, for Elaine. another Vietnam sister, Karen Copyright: Hickman Veterans |
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