The Last Saturday Matinee
The weather was perfect on that Saturday morning. It had rained off and on the night before, and now everything was damp and fresh and somehow renewed. I was excited nearly beyond control because my big brother, Stephen, was home on leave from the United States Army after completing basic training at Fort Benning, Georgia. He would leave the following week to fly half way around the world to fight in Vietnam, a conflict I didn’t understand at the time and perhaps still don’t. The year was 1968 and I was just ten years old. Back then, I was more concerned about riding my...
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