“Look at the night, and it don’t seem so lonely. We fill it up with only two…” by Neal Diamond interrupted the Christmas music I’d put on, as Pat walked through the door to my office. “We got tired of Christmas music,” Pat announced, and then looked at the expression...
The .45 was in the box it’d come in when the commanding general of the base at Quantico had awarded it to me. My wife had put it up, and as far back on the top shelf of our bedroom closet, as she could. She and Pat had taken Julie to the shopping center for some...
Yesterday was Vietnam Veterans Day…and I didn’t give a damn, really. How can the regular public be expected to understand or care about what we went through over in that god-forsaken country and war of the time? They can’t. I was in the Avant Coffee...