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Click here"Do you still love Abby and me?" she asked without meeting my eyes.
I had been waiting for that question.
"I think so. I know I love what we once had."
"Steve, don't take this wrong way, but I don't exactly trust you yet."
"Don't feel bad, I don't trust myself yet either, but I'm getting better. All I'm asking is to be a part of yours and Abby's lives. If you say no, well then I'll have to live with that, but I'm hoping you at least give me a chance."
We talked for another hour and then called it a day. I would have liked a few more hours alone with her but we were both drained. A million thoughts raced through my head on the way back to Gran's house. The biggest was where do we go from here?
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agoI was one of the fortunate ones, I just missed the draft. My uncle wasn't as lucky, he left less than two months after getting there - in a box. For ANYONE who served in any capacity please accept my gratitude for what you did for others; some, what you still are going through. A very good story, almost a historical novel - thank you Slirpuff. 5 stars
somewhere east of Omaha
Anonymous4 months agoUSMC volunteered. Viet Nam 67-68 Tet, married one kid, kicked out, divorced, drunk, drugged up, homeless, attempted suicide almost made it. climbed up top a very tall bridge to jump, jailed, homeless, lived in a abandoned car, years and years of counseling, married a new woman, kids, became an over achiever (paying the world back for the wrong I did).
I KNOW Steve's pain. Your story is spot on. Thank you! PLEASE keep writing!!!
B3ndover7 months agoA sad but true story. A lot of kids our age had their lives needed over there, some even died. But for those who lived and came home to the hate they got the nightmare went on. The lucky ones made it.
Anonymous11 months agoOn page one. The rifle volley at graveside is not a Twenty One Gun Salute, which is reserved for presidents and other heads of state and royalty, and on certain patriotic occasions. It is fired by a succession of cannons or naval guns. One shot at a time
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