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11 Veteran's Day on Monday

Thursday November 13, 2014

 

A:  (Walks into the office, whistling I'm A Yankee Doodle Dandy, wearing a red hat, navy blue top, white pants and red, white, and blue stripped socks.  Yup, no shoes.  Noooo, she didn't forget them.  Took them off at the door)  What did you do for Veteran's Day?

Z:  (Did not even blink at her outfit, used to her zany-wear)  Went to the War Memorial Cemetery and read grave markers.

A:  Remembering the fallen?  (Despite her appearance, looks solemn.  She takes her patriotism seriously, and not much else) 

Z:  Yes.  So many heroes who gave so much for me and you.

A:  Meet anyone?  (Takes off her hat and a star pops up attached to a headband)

Z:  Far too many squirrels.

A:  I get it.

Z:  Make me smile.

A:  I'll story you:

Shooting the breeze down at the Veteran's hospital, a trio of old timers with more salt than pepper beard stubble, ran out of tales of their own heroic exploits, which were many, and started bragging about their ancestors. "My great grandfather, at age 13," one declared proudly, "was a drummer boy at Shiloh."

All nodded in approval, clinked coffee mugs and cheered.

            "Mine," boasted another, "went down with Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn."

All nodded in approval, clinked coffee mugs and cheered.

            "I'm the only soldier in my family," confessed vet number three, "but if my great grandfather was living today he'd be the most famous man in the world."

All nodded in approval, clinked coffee mugs and cheered.

However, afterward, they realized something was missing.  "What'd he do?" his friends wanted to know.

            "Nothing much. But he would be 165 years old."

Z:  Left corner of my mouth rose just a little.

A:  (Determination glitters in her eyes, her star bobs as she types furiously)  Let me try again:

There's an Army guy, big, buffed, thick-necked and steely eyed, and a Marine, bigger, more buffed, thicker-necked and even more steely eyed in the bathroom taking a leak. 

The Army guy zipped up and started to leave.  The marine ran to stop him and said, "You know, in the Marines they teach us to wash our hands after we pee."

Then the Army guy said, "In the Army they teach us not to pee on our hands!"

Z:  (Right corner quivers upwards)  Do you see the right corner quivering upward?

A:  (Becomes a frantic key-tapper)  I've a knee slapper... be prepared to slap:

Two soldiers,  Pis Tashio and Co Kay Knutt were in the road in occupied Italy discussing whether the animal they were looking at was a dead donkey or a dead mule. They just couldn't come to an agreement.

Along came the Sgt 1st class and they asked him what it was. He said in a stern, crusty manner, "That's an ass, bury it!"

As they were digging the hole another soldier came along and asked if they were digging a fox hole? No they replied.. "An ass hole!"

Z:  I did get it!  (Finally chuckles)

A: (Stands, puts her hat back on and heads toward the door)

Z:  Where are you going? 

A:  To the Vet cemetery.  I want to feed the squirrels.

Z:  You're squirrely.  (He shook his head at her, but he got it)  Wait, I'll drive!

 

Steel Embrace Excerpt

 

He didn’t respond, still fighting the fear that she’d soon be gone, leaving him to flounder in puzzlement without ever knowing why he had been abducted. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to demand any answers. The reality of the time within the prison walls had taken something from him almost galvanizing him with trepidation. He never thought himself a coward, yet he certainly wasn’t acting like the man he generally was. A distant part of him remembered, remembered how he could take command. He was slapped

into a confused wobble by her claims.

 

Titane mustered some of his old strength. However, before he could speak, she further blindsided him. “It is time you knew who I am.”

 

He lifted a brow as if in compensation for a verbal response.

 

She grinned. “Again, you show your father’s traits.”

 

“You knew him?” he reiterated.

 

“He, too, acted as if fear couldn’t touch him. We were married. Though not matched at birth, he had charm to keep things amusing.”

 

“You were married to my father?” Titane couldn’t help blurting out.

 

“Yes.”

 

“You lie.”

 

“Married and bore him children. You and Steel are two of them.”

 

“No,” Titane stated, fierce with emotions he couldn’t discern.

 

“It’s a truth.”

 

He gave a dismissive glare.

 

“Deal as you will with that.” She turned toward the exit, but continued to speak. “You will spend another night here, but it’ll be the last of your imprisonment. By tomorrow I will force the Sire, Zinc, to either

reinstate you as Rune, or kill you.”


 
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