by David James
Lou Ann and Bobby drove in from Slidell and had a small, New Orleans wedding with just a one night honeymoon at the Monteleone because the next morning Bobby had to go. It was barely daylight as Lou Ann kissed him goodbye several times and blew him kisses as his cab pulled away, taking him to Moissant Airport where he boarded a plane going back to ‘Nam. Bobby got back home a little early — in a flag-draped, wooden box.
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Timeless, unfortunately. Well done.
* Good one.
Yeah. So many Bobbies, so many Lou Anns. When will we ever learn? *
Our war was Vietnam, but this plays out in so many lives in so many different generation and wars.*
Powerful way to close the piece. Good writing.
A fight for love and glory often ends in a box.
An American Tragedy. *
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Chilling. One of my favorite reads of the day.*