~ Introduction ~

Bill Bishop (aka Commando) spent the earlier years of his life with his mother, grandma and grandpa in a little log cabin in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. His father, a Green Beret was killed in Korea in 1955, the year he was born. He never knew him.

After graduating from High School in 1975, and from Vanderbilt Law School in Nashville in 1980, Bill entered the U.S. Air Force with the goal of becoming a Joint Services Special Forces Combatant. This was inspired by his cousin, an Army Green Beret who fought and died in Vietnam.

Serving Operation Desert Storm (Iraq) in 1990-1991,  and with 30 years of active duty, both state side and overseas. Bill relocated to the Panhandle of Florida in 2010 and began working with (1) Joint Services Commando Advisory Operations in Iraq, Afghanistan & Turkey, (2) American Legion, Disabled American Veterans Organizations, both local and national, and (3) St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee. Besides 'Love Long Distance', Bill is currently writing several novels, to include (1) The Colors of Courage, (2) Burnt Spoons and Dirty Needles, (3) Swing High, Swing Low, (4 & 5) A Pocket Full of Hard Times and Angel in the Meadow (co-authored with Cathy Waldron).
 
Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie) is a native of New Hampshire and grew up in a small, central town there, near Lake Winnipesaukee. She is the youngest of three kids and her dad left the family when she was only five. Later, when she was a teenager, she discovered that she also has two younger half-sisters.

Graduating from high school in 1978, Cathy continued furthering her education, although has never obtained a college degree. She is a fiction author and former newspaper reporter, columnist, photographer, and Real Estate/Business Broker. Her debut novel, in Polyester Pajamas, was published in June of 2012 and won the NH Writers' Project 2013/2014 Readers' Choice Award for outstanding work in fiction.  Her second novel, in Woolen Bikinis, was published in 2013, and her third novel, in Leather Chaps, was released in 2015.  She is also the author of the Christmas novella, Music, Memories and Love, published in 2016, and is currently co-authoring this novel, as well as two others - (1) Angel in the Meadow, and (2) A Pocket Full of Hard Times - with Bill Bishop.
 
Both Bill and Cathy plan to have this co-authored novel published in 2019.
 

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~ Characters ~

Bill.....................................................Co-Author
Cathy...................................................Co-Author
Grandpa..................................................Himself
Grandma.................................................Herself
Momma...................................................Herself
Master Instructor.......................................A Navy Seal

* New Characters will be added here as they are introduced in the book *

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Author Notes

The co-authors have chosen to use their own names as the main characters in this wartime romance novel. Intertwined within the storyline, Bill will write letters to Cathy about the war and its tragedies, as well as triumphs. He will also share about the bond he experiences with his comrades. Cathy will write to Bill about the culture of the 60s--the music, the fashion trends, etc., and will share her thoughts on what's happening with the younger generation in America. They will also write poetry to each other, expressing their deep love and longing to be back in each other's arms. With their separate experiences over a course of 18 months, they both change. Although they love each other so very much, the readers will wonder if they will be able to endure this love long distance. Growing very attached to both of them, there is high hopes they do, but it is yet to be determined. Thank you for reading this book in progress. We encourage any comments/ corrections you might have. We hope you enjoy the intro & Chapter 1 and come back to the read the next chapters as they are posted.

Author Note:

Chapter 2 - Missing You

February 10, 1964

Hi Honey!

Even though you left on the train only days ago, my heart aches for you. I miss you so much! I wake up every morning hoping for your usual call, only to remember it won't be coming. Why did this have to happen? Why did you have to volunteer to join the Air Force so suddenly? Oh, I know you told me it was better than waiting for your draft number to come up and having no choices. And you've tried to reassure me you will be alright and will come back alive, but that's wishful thinking. You could die and then what would I do? The thought of living without you for the rest of my life is something I can't bear. I want you here with me--always and forever! You know, that's the crappy thing about finding one's true love. It's the crushing fear of losing them! I pray God keeps you safe and brings you home to me, because that's where you belong.

Many believe there's no such thing as love at first sight, but I know there is. I fell in love with you as soon as we met. When you came up and introduced yourself to me last summer, your smile melted my heart. Once looking into your blue eyes, I knew the message God sent me was loud and crystal clear. "This is the man I chose for you to love and honor for the rest of your life. Never doubt and never let him go." My heart squeezed and I could feel my belly flip. Okay, I also heard that funny accent of yours and it made me laugh! I've grown accustomed to it, and now when I'm lying in my bed at night, longing for you, I can hear you whispering in my ear, flirting with me.

We all gathered around the television set last night to watch the Beatles first performance on the Ed Sullivan show. As you know, there's been lots of hype about Paul, John, George and Ringo for quite some time now. This was the main event everyone had been waiting for. I heard on the news today that about 73 million people were tuned in. 73 MILLION! Even before they began their first song, the girls in the audience started screaming and acting crazy. My cousin, Sue, was screaming along with them and getting all excited. I was looking forward to seeing them, but I was missing you. Every love song they sang made me miss you more. I began sobbing uncontrollably and, apparently, my sadness was ruining Sue's Beatle fascination. She nudged me hard and told me to stop it. When the show was over, I was still down and out. Uncle Joe came over to me and gave me a hug. "It'll all be okay," he whispered. Having served in WWII, he had to leave Aunt Betsy for a long stretch. They wrote back and forth to each other, like we're going to do. He said he doesn't like to recall many things about the war, but will always cherish the letters between them. They strengthened their love and got them through. Oh, I can't bear to think about us being apart for that long! God willing, our letters, faith and trust shall bond our "Love Long Distance." Our commitment to each other is such a strong chain, as you say. No earthly soul can break it and I can't imagine anyone loving someone as much as I love you!

As you know, I'll be heading back north next week. Without you here, there's no sense in me staying in Tennessee. It is best I return to New Hampshire and be close to family. My mom just had hip surgery, so I'll be able to help her some. I plan on finding a job right away, too, and, since I'll be staying with her, I'll have no rent to pay and will put most of the money I make away for our future. I'm also thinking about enrolling in secretarial school once she's all better. Not quite sure yet, but I have to keep busy so I won't worry about you in that awful war. Who's kidding who? I can't help but worry--morning, noon and night!

Today, I was feeling down and out, so Aunt Betsy told me to do something creative to keep my mind off my sorrows. I tried to knit, but kept dropping a stitch. My mind would wander and my eyes would close. I'd see you in my thoughts and daydream of being in your arms. I guess Aunt Betsy was right. The knitting I gave up on, but it did put me in a better frame of mind and it inspired me to later write the following poem for you. Please keep it with you when you are feeling blue and always remember, there's no such place too far away when it comes to true love. For, within our hearts, nothing can keep us apart. Just close your eyes and you'll see me...

 

CLOSE YOUR EYES

When your heart is heavy
and you're feeling sad and blue,
just close your eyes and think of me,
because I am here for you.

When I'm tired and trembling
with hopes I cannot see,
I'll close my eyes, yes, you'll be there
to hold and comfort me.

Although our lives are far apart
in distance, all our days
are filled with love for you and I
in, oh, so many ways.

So when you're feeling sorry,
down a lonely street you go,
remember I am waiting here--
close your eyes and you will know

that I do so adore you
and what God joins never parts.
We will never be alone again,
because He has merged our hearts.

Close your eyes and you will see me.
I'll close mine, then see you too.
Together, we'll keep on dreaming
until all our dreams come true.

 

I can't wait to hear from you. You are in my thoughts all the time and I pray for your protection. God Bless.

ILLLYHAS!

All My Love,

Cathy
XOX

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February 10, 1964


My Darling, Cathy!
 

I arrived at Lackland, Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas at sunrise this morning. I'm sharing this information, because I want you to know what is happening in my life. The base is under the jurisdiction of the 802 Mission Support Group, Air Education and Training Command. It is also the only entry processing station for Basic Military Training.

We Trainees' live in rehabbed 2nd World War Barracks, 20-man capacity. Our beds are twin-sized metal cots, with mattress, pillow, sheets and blanket. Footlockers are made of a heavy-gauge vinyl, 30 inches long, 16 inches wide and 14 inches high. They sit at the foot of our cots, and provide storage space for clothing, gear, everyday items, etc.

Throughout my training here, and other specialized training ahead, a bed such as this is where I'll sleep and dream of you, Beautiful. So, here I sit on my footlocker, head in hands, loving you, feeling blue, and missing you like a baby calf lost in the woods misses its momma's milk. While traveling here on the train and listening to the "clickety-clack" of the wheels on the tracks, I wrote you a poem. The words walked out of my heart, on down to the pen in my hand, then came into being...
 

Take my Hand!
~To my Soulmate~

A resonant sound from above
echoed against my ears,
so clear, and God said,
"This is your soulmate, my son--
the most beautiful angel in Heaven.
I'm sending her down to walk
with you to my Kingdom.

Although gorgeous,
with a fine mind,
at times, she'll be baffled,
indeed, by a weed
pretending it's a flower,
allowing it to grow, undisturbed,
up against the wall.

I know she always aims to please;
She'll go out into the beauty
of a moonlit night,
and watch the weed flourish
as you sleep. Please, wake up, then
go tell her, 'It's only a weed, Honey!'
Then, she'll pull it up
and cast it away.

Take her hand!
I'm giving her to you.
So, cherish her forever.
It makes me happy knowing
you and she love one another.
Her heart beats true for you--
your souls perfectly match.

A philosopher once said,
and it seemed so true,
'Things that are lost are all equal!
But you know now,
beyond a shadow of doubt,
his words were false,
and this is untrue.'"

"So, what am I to do, Father,
if I were to lose Cathy?
The air wouldn't move, nor the
trees grow. I would miss
the sweet scent of her,
as the flowers would wither,
curl up...and die.

My world would cease,
along with my desire to live.
I can't fathom a life without her.
So, please tell me,
because I need to know.
'Would the memory of her remain,
lingering on to comfort me
as she did before?'"

"Son, I say unto you,
'Ask and your soulmate
shall be yours forever;
seek happiness, and ye will find;
knock on the door of my Kingdom,
and it shall be opened.
Glory Hallelujah--
I'm waiting!'"

 

Goodnight, Sweetheart! I must leave you now. I'll sleep with your picture close to my heart, and whisper, "I Love You Long Distance!" Did you hear me--did you, huh?

Our technical instructor just yelled, "Listen up, Heroes'! Tomorrow's only heartbeats away. So, off to bed you go-- "Lights out!"

Gotta go...

"ILYHAS!"

XOX

Bill

Author Notes

Co-Authored by Commando (Bill Bishop) and Tootie (Cathy Waldron). From time to time, there will be poems included in Love Long Distance. Some may have been previously presented here on FanStory. At other times, the poems may be new. It depends on what we believe works for this novel. The cover of this book was created by us. We hope you enjoy Chapter 2 and thank you for following along as we write this special love story. We encourage and appreciate any comments and suggestions. God Bless! Bill & Cathy -

Chapter 3
God Willing - Chapter 3

By Tootie

Author Note:

God Willing - Chapter 3

 

 

Greetings Friends!

Bill Bishop, (aka Commando) co-authors this book with me. Our wish is to make you laugh and cry, then leave you in a state of uncertainty as to what will happen next. We invite you to follow along with us and will appreciate your feedback and recommendations for improvement. As always, thank you for reading our work and best wishes wherever you are.
 

 

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~Previously~

"Goodnight, Sweetheart!  I must leave you now.  I'll sleep with your picture close to my heart and whisper, 'I Love You, Long Distance!  Do you hear me--do you, huh?  Our Commando Chief just yelled, Listen up heroes, tomorrow's only heartbeats away.  So off to bed you go--lights out!'"

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February 27, 1964
 
Hi Honey!
 
I was very excited to receive your letter before traveling back to New Hampshire. You should’ve seen me! I was jumping and squealing (like cousin Sue watching the Beatles) when Aunt Betsy handed it to me. I ran right to the bedroom to open it and read it several times. I’m glad you are settled in and really enjoyed how you shared all the details of what it’s like there. Please continue to do so--it means so much to me. I’m also glad you love and miss me, too!

I can picture you sitting on that footlocker writing your letters. Also, I’ll bet that cot you sleep on isn’t comfortable. Here’s a suggestion--when you are lying there and can’t sleep, just imagine being on the blanket with me under our favorite willow tree. What wonderful times we spent there! The branches would hang over us like a tent--it was our secret hiding place. You’d recite the most beautiful poetry to me from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and William Wordsworth. You even shared a few of your own poems. Hmmm . . . how many kisses did you steal from me? Well, maybe the first one, but the others I let you have willingly. Oh, how I miss those days ... and I miss you more!
 
It’s so wonderful that both of us appreciate poetry and also love to write our own poems. The one you sent me pulled at my heartstrings and brought tears of happiness to my eyes. It is beautiful. Thank you, Honey! How I wish you were here to recite it, although I can hear you speaking it in my mind and making me warm all over. Hey, don’t you ever worry about losing me now! I will love you, unconditionally, forever and ever. God brought me to you, as he brought you to me. We are both so blessed, and we’ll be under the willow tree again someday. And guess what? I may even let you have your way with me next time, and I don’t mean just kisses. (“Promises, promises,” I hear you say!)
 
The past few weeks have been busy. That’s good because I wouldn’t have been able to bear them otherwise. Mom is doing well recuperating from her hip surgery. She has to stay off her feet and take it easy a little while longer, but she feels much better. Soon enough, she’ll be involved again in all her church clubs and women’s groups. Between her schedule and mine, I’ll be lucky if I ever see her then. For now, though, we are enjoying our time together. She knows I’ve grown attached to your family in Tennessee, and also knows you are my beautiful mountain man. She isn’t surprised that once you are out of that terrible war, we will settle down in Pigeon Forge.
 
There is concern in her eyes when we talk about you. She tries to hide it, but I know with war casualties being announced every day, she’s afraid something bad will happen to you before that time. I don’t want to think about that! I say my prayers every morning, noon and night for your safety. God sure must know how much I love and need you. No, you’re going to make it through, and we’ll have a wonderful life together. We’ll grow red roses in the garden and walk hand-in-hand as we marvel at the world and all its beauty around us. We’ll thank God for all he’s blessed us with, and we’ll build that log cabin in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains as we’ve planned. Although we haven’t much spoken about it yet, we’ll also have plenty of kids. Okay, at least two, but if they look like you, I think we should have a dozen. I’m certain you’re going to be a wonderful dad.
 
A couple of nights ago, Mom and I sat at the kitchen table eating popcorn and drinking Coca-Cola while we listened to the Heavyweight Championship fight between Champ Sonny Liston and “Louisville Lip” Cassius Clay on her Sony transistor radio. I’m hoping you were able to listen to it, too, because it was very exciting. I had read earlier about Cassius Clay predicting he’d “float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.” He said he’d knock Liston out in the eighth round and that gave him lots of attention, but who really believed he could? Well, it was amazing when he did, and in only seven rounds, not eight!
 
Maybe you already know, but I wanted to share that Buck Owens is at it again. He just released another song--I think it’s called “My Heart Skips a Beat.” I heard it earlier today on my car radio while driving around to various places filling out job applications. It’s going to be at the top of the charts—I just know it!  While I was listening to it, I started to tear up because it’s such a beautiful love song, and all I could think of was how much I love and miss you. (I’m such a cry baby lately.)
 
It’s so lonely without you! At night I sleep with your picture beside my bed and hold tight to the teddy bear you gave me. Remember the t-shirt you took off and let me wear that day we came out of the creek after swimming and there was a chill in the air? I was so cold and you were too, but you took your shirt off anyway and insisted I wear it over my bathing suit to keep warm. It may sound strange, but I also sleep with that t-shirt. I put it up close to my face so I can breathe in the scent of you. Didn’t you ever wonder why I never gave it back to you? Now you know why, and I’m so glad I kept it. It helps me be a little less lonely so I can fall asleep and dream sweet dreams of us.
 
Well, it is almost midnight, and I really must get to sleep. Take care and know you are always on my mind and in my heart. I LOVE YOU HEART AND SOUL! I may cry tears of sadness because I miss you so very much, but I also cry tears of happiness and thankfulness for God bringing us together.
 
God Bless. Later . . .
 
All My Love,
 
Cathy
 
P.S. Sue stood in line for hours to buy some Beatles wallpaper. I think that’s so crazy!

 

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March 7, 1964

My Dearest Darling!

The time has passed fast, like a greyhound dog on a race track. I'm on schedule with my training here at Lackland, Air Force Base in San Antonio. I just have to tell you that I've volunteered to enter the Air Force Commando Training with hopes of eventually leading a "Special Forces Elite Joint Services Team."

Of course, if all goes as planned, I'll be attending a Naval Explosive Ordnance School for 16 weeks, then a Joint Services Commando School for around 19 weeks. Once I've completed all of the training, I'll get two weeks leave to come home prior to being shipped over to Vietnam. Oh, my God! I'm looking forward to holding you in my arms once again because I miss you and love you heart and soul.

So, before you fall asleep tonight, here's something I gotta say. "You walk with a glow in your eyes, like a thousand fireflies in the night. The love in your heart is bigger than the Smoky Mountains. Your eyes tell me that you'll love me every day. No matter what may come, you'll be there to pick me up when I fall, then chase the demons from my mind.

Oh, yes! Love comes in blushing colors of pink, orange, green, white, black and blue. In my mind, love will always entwine with God's love through and through. You brought me sunshine when I only saw dark clouds and rain. You brought me laughter when I only felt sadness and pain. To love is to share life together, to build a bridge we'll cross--hand-in-hand, then find our pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Come on, my Darling--let's keep a 'walkin'!"

Gotta go to bed now because I have a grueling day tomorrow. I have been reassigned to an Elite Special Forces School here on Lackland Air Force Base. It's going to be as tough as Grandma's biscuits when Grandpa was fooling around with her and forgot about them being in the oven. They almost burned. Are you blushing, Beautiful?

I'll dream of you tonight, hold your sexy body tight ... and you know! Can't say it, Baby, because Grandma is listening from above. Oh, my! The little sheep are jumping the picket fence, and I've counted a whole score. But, I gotta sleep now. However, I'll be back tomorrow night, and I'll count a whole lot more. Goodnight, Sweetheart. God Bless!

"ILYHAS"

XOX

Bill
 

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March 8, 1964

Hello, Angel!

Another day without you, yet your wings are touching my face. Although we're many miles apart, I can sense your sweet presence and hear the beat of your heart. I haven't much time to write, yet I needed to tell you I'm okay, and that we were on the firing range today. As our targets bounded from the ground, we fired until the barrels on our M-16 rifles almost melted down. So, before I fall asleep, I'll say, "I LOVE YOU," then I'll listen to our battle sound--"Rat-a-tat-tat!" I'll write to you again soon--God Willing!

"ILLLYC"

XOX

Bill

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are sharing every chapter as we write them and plan to finish and publish this novel later this year. Any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. God Bless You! Bill & Cathy References: Sonny Liston & "Louisville Lip" Cassius Clay - "My Heart Skips a Beat" by Buck Owens - Beatles Vintage Wallpaper (1964) - https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/BMkAAOSwGnpd-lzV/s-l1600.jpg

Chapter 4
No Poppies, Please! - Chapter 4

By Tootie

Author Note:

No Poppies, Please! - Chapter 4

~Note~
Posted earlier on 06/08/2019. 
Revised on 01/27/2020

Greetings, Friends!

Bill Bishop, (aka Commando) co-authors this book with me.
Our wish is to make you laugh and cry, then leave you
in a state of uncertainty as to what will happen next.
We invite you to follow along with us and appreciate your feedback and recommendations for
improvement.  As always, thank you for reading
our work and best wishes wherever you are.

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~Previously~ 
 

March 8, 1965

Hello, Angel!

Another day without you; yet, your wings are touching my face.  Although we're many miles apart, I can sense your sweet presence, and hear the beat of your heart.  I haven't much time to write; yet, I needed to tell you that I'm okay and that we were on the firing range today.  As our targets bounded from the ground, we fired our rifles and blew them back down. Kinda reminded me of rabbit hunting in the meadow.  Now, before I fall asleep, I'll say, "I LOVE YOU," then listen to our battle sound--"Rat-a-tat-tat!"  God willing, I'll write to you again soon.

"ILLLYC!"

XOX

Bill

 

 

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March 19, 1964
 

Hi Honey,

I'm sorry it's been so long since you've heard from me. Now I don't want you to get worried, but I got in a car accident late last month and was in the hospital for a few days. I was rear-ended and it shoved my Rambler into the car in front of me. My head jolted back, then forward hitting the windshied. The rest of me slammed into the steering wheel. I suffered whiplash, a concussion, a few broken ribs, and also a broken nose. You should've seen me! Actually, I'm glad you didn't. I had two black eyes and my nose looked like Jimmy Durante's. Anyway, I'm doing fine now, although the car isn't. It was totaled and I'm awaiting payment so I can get another one. Wondering what I should buy. Wish you were here to help me with that decision and also to hold me tight. l'm lost without you!

I did write you as soon as I could while in the hospital. I gave the letter to my mom so she could mail it, but I just found out she didn't! She claims she forgot to, although I'm almost certain she never intended to. How can I prove this?  I'm so damn mad at her! Oh, you must think I've forgotten you. I could never, ever do that!

Thank you for your recent letters and for loving me. When I read about you volunteering for Air Force Commando Training, I wasn't surprised, but when I added up all the training time, it saddened me knowing that it's now going to be over nine months until I get to see you. How can I live without you for that long? Seems I recall you assuring me that basic training wouldn't last that long and you could come home for a short visit before going overseas. It breaks my heart realizing I have to wait longer now.

On a positive note, it's good that you won't be going to Vietnam for a while. I don't know how I'll handle knowing how much danger you'll be in when you're there. I even had an awful nightmare a couple of nights ago. You were injured in some way and I could see your body on the ground. I tried to scream for help, but I wasn't able to. I attempted to run to you, but my legs wouldn't move. It was terrifying! I woke up with my heart racing and then had a full-blown panic attack. Honey, I will always worry about you until you're here with me again.

Now for some good news. Guess what? I got a call yesterday and was offered a job! It's a clerk's position at O'Shea's, a local clothing store in town, and I start next week. As soon as I found out about it, I went shopping there and bought a real pretty dress. It's blue and has raglan sleeves and a sailor collar. I also bought a pair of white gloves, some pointed toe flats and a pillbox hat. I think the outfit makes me look professional and sophisticated, but I'm sure you'd flatter me by saying I look more like a movie star. Speaking of, would you believe Elizabeth Taylor just got married again? She married actor Richard Burton on March 15th and this is her 5th husband. She's only 32! How many husbands is she going to go through? Honestly, she divorced Eddie Fisher less than two weeks ago! Oh, I'm sure these trivial things don't interest you, but, as you know, I like reading about the movie stars.

I'm lying here in my bed as I write this. "Glad All Over," a new album by the Dave Clark Five, is playing on the record player. I'm wearing some cute little baby doll pajamas and I know you'd enjoy the view. Oh, how I wish you were here with me now. I'm sure you wish you were, too.

The beautiful poetic words in your letters made my heart sing. I'm so blessed by your love--you mean the world to me! I thank God for bringing you into my life and filling it with so much happiness. Nothing can ever erase the many days we've already spent loving each other and, Lord willing, there'll be many more to come. You are my beautiful and strong Mountain Man. Yes, we will walk hand-in-hand over this bridge of trials and tribulations and find our gold at the end of the rainbow! "You Betcha!"

Well, I should get some sleep now. It's already close to midnight and tomorrow morning is Friday. I'm headed to the secretarial school at 9 am for an appointment to discuss their curriculum and to sign up for their next semester.

Tonight, I will dream of you, as I always do. Although the miles keep us far apart, I hold your love here within my heart. You are always in my thoughts and in my prayers. God Bless.

B+C=WE!

All My Love,
Cathy

P.S. Did you smell the scent of my perfume on this letter? I sprayed a little on here--I hope it makes you smile!

P.S.S. Please don't worry about me. It was a close call and made me realize how fragile life can be, but, really, I'm okay.
 

 

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March 20, 1964

My Darling,

I haven't heard from you in a while. Is there anything wrong, Beautiful? I love you more than there are bears in the Smoky Mountains, and miss you like a fish misses the water in a dried-up pond. Although I'm busier than a hungry hog in a trough, I'm gonna take the time to tell you what's happening with me.

I finished my training at Lackland Air Force Base in Texas on March 13th and I'm now at the Naval Explosive Ordnance Disposal School, Eglin Air Force Base, in Fort Walton Beach, Florida. My training goes from March 20th to July 19th. If you wrote a recent letter, it'll be forwarded to me. My mailing address is 304 N. McCarthy Avenue, Suite 117, Eglin AFB Florida 32542.

Briefly, I'll point out our training goal here at school. We are to become experts in rendering safe all types of weapons and ordnance, both conventional and unconventional, improvised, chemical, biological and nuclear. Occasionally we will perform underwater tasks to identify, render safe, and recover foreign and domestic weapons. We shall conduct demolition of all hazardous munitions, pyrotechnics, and retrograde explosives. We shall, as well, try and preserve our asses while performing the tasks above.

It's bedtime, Angel. The sergeant is flickering the lights and demanding us to get to sleep. I'll dream of you and whisper, "I love you long distance." For your information, as I fall asleep at nights, I still hear the sound from the train as it started to click-clack along the tracks after our kiss ended and we said goodbye.

I'll finish this letter in the morning and get it off to you. Sweet dreams, Angel! I feel your wings touching my heart, and can hear you whisper, "I love you, Honey!" I hope you are okay! Later...

Hi Darling. I'm back! I was exhausted and fell asleep quickly. I dreamt of my childhood in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee . . . 

It was a cold winter's night and I was lost. I could feel my heart pumping like an oil well as I screamed, "Please! Will someone help me--I'm freezing!" My nose and face were numbed by the blasting wind. I tried moving, but the effort failed. "Oh, my God! Does anyone hear me," I cried!

Jeez! All I could think of was what a waste for me to be freezing to death so young when I had planned on doing so much more.

"I've found Billy! Hurry and bring the lantern. I think he is still alive." It was my grandpa's voice. He started shoveling snow off my body. After wrapping me in a quilt, he carried me to the wagon, climbed aboard, slapped rawhide against the mules' behinds, then yelled, "Getty-up!"

This actually happened to me when I was a kid. Did I ever tell you? I don't remember much about the ride home, except that those old mules were running lickety-split! "They were hauling ass!"

Once we got home, my grandpa hitched them to the rail, carried me inside, put me on a small cot in front of the fireplace, and yelled, "Take care of him, Grandma." He then headed out to get Doc Smith.

"Wake up, Billy!" The EOD Sergeant is bellowing from across the room. He doesn't know I'm writing under the covers to you. Nuclear weapons training is in one hour, so gotta go. I hope I hear from you soon. Please don't go running off with that good looking man down the street because it would break my heart.

Hugs and Kisses! God Bless.

ILYHAS!

Bill
XOX

P.S. As you know, I always try my best at anything I do. However in an hour, I'll be attempting to de-arm a live missile that did not detonate upon contact with the ground. Should I fail, you'll be notified by the Navy Department. Please remember, Darling, don't put poppies on my grave, okay?

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are sharing every chapter as we write them and plan to finish and publish this novel later this year. Any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. God Bless You! Bill & Cathy References: 1964 Rambler - Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton - "Glad All Over" by The Dave Clark Five - * The mention of poppies in our chapter was inspired by the following Rondeau poem written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae on May 3, 1915. He wrote it the day after the funeral of a friend and fellow soldier. Col. McCrae was a soldier, physician and poet. IN FLANDERS FIELDS In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. In Flanders Field - As a song:

Chapter 5
Come Home to Me - Chapter 5

By Tootie

Author Note:

Co-Authored with Bill Bishop (aka Commando)

April 6, 1964

Hi Honey,

Know what I've got? A Kennedy half dollar! Some were issued this year and, apparently, are hard to come by. Not just because it's Kennedy, but also because of the silver. I've been hoping to come across one. Lucky me! I put it in the ceramic Tennessee bank you gave me. Of course, it will always remind me of when we first heard that the president had been shot last November. What a shock to the nation! Then to watch the funeral and little John Jr. saluting his dad's coffin. Breaks my heart!

Speaking of deaths, I just found out that one of your heroes, Douglas MacArthur died yesterday at the age of 84. I remember you telling me while we were under the willow tree relaxing on the blanket together (and you had stopped kissing me), that he was a five-star general, best known for his command of Allied forces in the Pacific theater during WWII. You also told me that he and his father were the first father and son to both be awarded the prestigious Medal of Honor. (See? I listen when you share with me!) He lived a long and commendable life. God Bless his soul.

Hey, where are you? Your last letter concerns me and none from you since! My mind keeps racing and imagining all sorts of dreadful things that may have happened to you! I hope it is just my imaginative mind, and your letter is on its way.

I'm not doing so well here. I've started having panic attacks quite regularly since the accident and have no motivation to do anything productive. I was going to begin secretarial school, but changed my mind at the last minute. As for working at O'Shea's, it's so damn BORING! All sorts of uppity ladies go there and they're demanding! As for Mom, she can get around fine on her own now and is back to her old snoopy ways. I caught her reading your letters to me. When I asked her why she thought it was okay to do so without asking me first, she replied, "I'm just looking out for you." Grrrrr! She is constantly getting on my nerves lately and I'm about ready to pack up and move back to Tennessee. I miss the Smoky Mountains and for some reason, I'm thinking I'll feel closer to you there. Can you tell I miss you so?

I know I have to stay upbeat for you, and I am trying, but it's important to share the hard times with you as well. Please know that I am also here for you if you need to sound off about anything. You are always in my thoughts and in my heart. Life apart from you is empty and gray! I share this in the following poem I wrote for you. If you see tear stains on this letter, it's because I've been doing a lot of crying. Oh, how I wish we were back under the willow tree, together and without a care in the world--just you and me.

 

COME HOME TO ME

My world is empty, bleak and gray
because you are so far away.
My faith is wavering. Distraught, I cry.
I'm lonely without you, I don't know why
it has to be this way--soulmates apart.
There's a constant aching in my heart.
You keep assuring me it won't be that long,
but I'm having a hard time staying strong.

Uncertainties cloud up my mind.
I search for answers I cannot find.
Honey, I'm afraid of losing you.
I want to help. What can I do?
Disarming missiles, heading to war--
Will the hinges come off our future door?
"No poppies on my grave," you've said.
Please be safe--not among the dead!

I pray that you will win this fight.
Come what may; come what might.
Your body and mind remaining intact.
Bullets and bombs not to impact
the man who makes my dreams come true.
Don't you understand, I can't live without you!
I need you back with me to stay.
It's hard, alone, to face each day.

My world remains empty, bleak and gray
Because you are so far away.
My body aches to be in your arms.
My soul, it longs for all of your charms.
I hope for you to come home to me.
Our plans together--will they ever be?
With us apart, I don't really know.
All I'm sure of is, "I LOVE YOU SO!"

Bill, never doubt, I will always stay true.
With whatever will happen, with what you go through.
There is no other who can take your place--
your heart, your spirit, your beautiful face.
How you kiss and hold me close to you,
and softly whisper, "I love you, too!"
You know I'd wait a thousand years
for you to kiss away my tears.

 

I love you with all my heart and soul and I pray for you unceasingly. Please be careful in your training. You're scaring me lately!

Hugs, Kisses, and YOU KNOW!

 

All of My Love,

Cathy
XOX
 

* * * * * * *

 

"De-arm the missile, Bill," I whispered to myself. Slowly, I cut the black and white wires--said a prayer, then cut the red one. The adrenaline was pumping, and my heart was beating like the little drummer boy's drum. My hands were shaking, yet I was making an exit from the missile warhead. Suddenly, I lost my footing and fell on a jagged piece of sheet metal. The impact drove it deep into my stomach, I began bleeding profusely, and darkness filled my eyes.

I wound up in the hospital emergency room and felt weak as a baby sheep. The gash in my belly hurt like hell, and I screamed, "Why, God? Did You not hear my prayer back there?"

"Is Billy going to make it, Doctor?"

"Only God has the answer to that, Nurse. He has lost a considerable amount of blood, his blood pressure is dropping fast, and I fear only a miracle will save his life now."

"Sweet, Jesus! Before I die, there's something I gotta do. Please, have someone get the note in my left shirt pocket! I wrote it just in case something like this happened."

"Quick, Nurse, his shirt is hanging up on that hook over there. Go check. He might be delusional."

"Although the shirt is badly stained and torn, it's here like he said."

"Great, now Bill, can you hear me? We've got it. Now what?"

"Thank you, Doctor! Please read it aloud to me. It has to get to Cathy, the most beautiful Angel on Earth...and 'The love of my life.'"

 

 

Yesterday's Gone!

Yesterday's gone, yet we live for tomorrow.
Not in years, months, or days. Because the clock
ticks away our happiness; bringing sorrow.
Nothing in life is guaranteed.

Geez! If we could walk back with pride,
become husband and wife, build us
our little log cabin on the mountainside,
never to be alone again.

Sweet, Jesus! We're whining like a little dog.
I find it trite and trivial. Of course, our
loneliness is heart-wrenching and heavy as a log.
Sweet memories drift from my mind.

"Why us, God? Why did You take the pleasures
and joys we once knew? Soon, the present
tense, shall become yesterday's buried treasure.
So, I humbly ask again, why us, God?

Cathy and I are Your children. Spiritual souls
in Earthly forms. We have no promise of
our stay beyond our next breath or goal.
Yet, our hearts beat as one; forever and ever."
 

I'm sorry--I gotta go now, Angel! I've asked that you put no poppies on my grave if I died. Please, remember, Darling.


"Quick, Nurse! Bring the oxygen. We're losing him."

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are sharing every chapter as we write them and plan to finish and publish this novel later this year. Any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. God Bless You! Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting (with exception of poems that are centered), you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way most novels are formatted. ***

Chapter 6
Heart and Soul - Chapter 6

By Tootie

Author Note:

Co-Authored with Bill Bishop (aka Commando)

I was sound asleep in my mom’s recliner when her black rotary phone rang beside me. 

“Hello,” I said into the mouthpiece.

“Hello, I’m calling for Cathy, Ma’am.”

“This is Cathy,” I replied. “Who’s this?”

“This is Billy’s Grandpa.”

“Grandpa! It’s so good to hear from you. Are you calling because you miss me?” Hearing his voice made me smile.

“Of course, I miss you.  So does Grandma, I wish it were only that. Now, are you sitting down? If not, please do.”

The smile quickly left my face. Something’s very wrong.  OH MY GOD, please don’t let him be dead. No, he can’t leave me!

 

"Sweetheart, are you there?"

I couldn't respond yet; I was trembling so. Tears were already streaming down my face.

"Yes, Grandpa," I finally answered, yet, my voice was weak.

"I reckon it's been a while since you've heard from him," Grandpa replied. "There's a good explanation for this."

"No!" I slid off the chair onto the linoleum floor. I was afraid of what he was going to say next.

"He's alive. That's the good news, 'cept he's badly injured. That's the awful part. He had to have emergency surgery, and it's still touch and go. He's lost a lot of blood."

I was so choked up, I couldn't talk.

"Billy's mother was contacted earlier. It seems he fell against a sharp piece of sheet metal and it cut a large gash in his belly. They also hand delivered her a poem Billy wrote for you. I'll send it, but I'm going to need your address."

"Grandpa, don't send it because I'm on my way down there. But...will you read it to me?"

"Why, of course I will, but forgive me if my voice cracks. It's quite an emotional poem, Whippersnapper, and it came straight from his heart."
 

*******
 

I sat a long time on the hard floor and cried my eyes out. I felt hopeless and alone. Mom came home, saw me, then asked what was wrong? Once I told her, she replied, "I knew something like this would happen. That's why I was trying to protect you."

Her comment angered me, but it also gave me the inner strength to stand up for myself, take hold of my emotions, and follow through with my plan of getting to Bill! Grandpa assured me that Billy's ma, who was already on her way to the hospital, would have visitation privileges extended to me while I was traveling to Tennessee. Then, Grandpa would get me there--night or day. Although, it would take an additional 8 hours to make the drive, Grandpa didn't want to travel alone, nor did I. I knew Bill would want to see him too. I stood up, wiped my tears, and looked straight into my mom's eyes. She knew I meant business.

"I'm leaving on a flight as soon as possible to get to his family home in Pigeon Forge, then, traveling to see him. Don't say another word, because I don't want to hear it! Bill is the love of my life and I'm going to be by his side!"

Mom was speechless. As I walked away, I added, "I'm sorry, Mom. I know you care, but he means the world to me."

"I know," I heard her reply.

I left early the following morning. She didn't even say goodbye.
 

*******
 

My flight on the TWA Boeing 707 seemed endless. I rested the best I could. It had been a long, sleepless night. I worried about how Bill was doing. I prayed that God would keep him alive. Usually in my most desperate hours, I'm compelled to write and so I did. The poem I composed comforted me some, and I planned to share it with Bill as soon as I saw him. 

"God, please let me get there in time!"

 

LOVE PREVAILS
 

There is nothing that can break apart,
true love which lives within our hearts.
Though trials and tribulations reign,
not even death can unlink our chain.

Together, forever, through thick and thin,
we'll jump each hurdle, and we'll win.
So, as we face our darkest night,
please stay strong and don't lose sight.

By the grace of God, we were meant to be.
Joined-at-the-hip, so his children may see--
there's nothing that can pull us apart;
true love lives within our hearts.

 

*******
 

"Sweet, Jesus! Why are you losing me, Doctor?" I tried speaking, yet could not hear my voice. However, I remember well the nurse strapping the oxygen mask over my mouth as the darkness filled my eyes.

*******
 

Accepting my final earthly moment, I lifted my hands toward Heaven. With my left, I touched a vacant spot for my soul--and with my right hand, I touched the face of God. Quickly, my vision became crystal clear as I traveled back to review highlights of my life.
 

 

I nestle warmly within the security of my mother's arms. Always hungry, I eat ravenously and grow quickly.

Waddling on the sand, I build castles by the sea and shovel moats from one to the other. Sadly, I watch as the tide takes them away forever.

Hook-sliding into second base, I'm called safe, stand tall, then bow to acknowledge the applause from my fans. Oh, yes! I cross home plate a hero.

Accepting my diploma, I turn the tassel on my cap, and offer warm regards to classmates as they turn their own--one after the other.

Marching under the shadow of Ole Glory, I pay homage to our fallen heroes as a bugler sounds TAPS from across the Hallowed Grounds. "Hurrah and Simper Fi," I yell!


Reflections of my life thereafter become mirror images, as I lie on the hospital bed and wait for God to whisper, "Welcome home, my son!" Once again--like in the days of old, I laugh in a glad way.
 

*******

"Wake up, Billy--you're having a bad dream! Do you recognize me?"

"Of course, Doctor! No one could forget an ugly face like yours. And as for my having a bad dream--no way! I'm still here today to say, "I did it, God's way!"

"Jeez! Until just now, I never saw a miracle happen. Thank you, God, for Your gift! Are you in pain, Billy?"

"Of course, just a bit, yet, 'No pain--no gain,' Grandpa once said. I have always remembered his words. Once I bit Cathy's lips kind of hard and she said, 'That's not gaining you access to the rest.' As you know, Doctor, there are times you win--yet, there are times you lose too!"

"Oh, my God! That's it--I quit. What have I ever done to deserve caring for a flamboyant and histrionic Smoky Mountain man? Have you no mercy?"

"Golly! Are you all right, Doctor? By the way, I'm the patient here."

I said goodnight to all, laid back on my pillow, then asked myself, "Why haven't I received a reply to my letter from Cathy that I wrote on March 20th?" I could sense something was wrong. "Please, God! Keep her safe for me because I love her heart and soul." I fell asleep listening to the song, "Ring of Fire," recorded by Johnny Cash last year. 
 

*******

As I walked off the plane, I saw Grandpa. He had aged a little in the past few months. He saw me too and extended out his arms. I hurried towards him, letting him hug me tight, as I buried my head into his chest and began sobbing.

"Did Billy ever tell you that I'd send him behind the barn whenever he had to cry?" Grandpa asked. He kissed the top of my head and said, "Now, keep the faith, Beautiful. He's a strong and determined man and loves you so very much. He'll do all he can to get through this. Now, let's get back home. Grandma is making us a nice meal before our travels down there. We'll get a good rest afterward and be on the road to Billy early tomorrow, right after I milk the cows and feed the chickens."
 

*******

Although I was upset, the aromas from Grandma's kitchen stirred up a healthy appetite. I enjoyed southern fried steak, mashed potatoes, hush puppies and buttermilk gravy and biscuits. As Billy would always say, 'Yummy, Yummy!' Then, while we sat on the porch sipping coffee and enjoying some of Grandma's delicious cherry pie, Grandpa reminisced about Billy when he was young.

"He was always out exploring and taking chances. Why, I can recall when he was bitten by that rabid dog. You remember that, Grandma?"

"I sure do," she replied. "We thought we'd lost him then. Now we're afraid all over again. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, let him be all right!"

We all bowed our heads....and silently prayed.
 

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are sharing every chapter as we write them and plan to finish and publish this novel later this year. Any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. God Bless You! Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way most novels are formatted. ***

Chapter 7
Till Death Do Us Part -Chapter 7

By Tootie

Author Note:

Co-Authored with Bill Bishop (aka Commando)

Bumpety-Bumpety-Bump! I listened to the noise transferring into Grandpa's Ole' 1951 Ford F1 Pickup as the tires rolled along the road. According to the map, the mileage from Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, to Eglin Air Force Base in Fort Walton Beach, Florida, was around 539 miles due south; the halfway point being Springville, Alabama. We stopped at a Union Oil Gasoline Pump there, and I noticed the price per gallon was 27 cents. I tried to give Grandpa a couple of my last remaining dollars to help fill the tank, but he would have none of that.

Grandpa had driven for five hours nonstop knowing we must get to Bill as soon as possible. We had passed by some beautiful areas along the way. I saw some nice homes and ranches and lots of rich farmland, yet I also saw many old wood homes, half-fallen to the ground. There were people inside looking at us through broken glass windows and cracks in the boards. "There but for the grace of God go I," I whispered to myself.
 

Those small homes reminded me of a neighbor at the end of my street back in New Hampshire. He was a widower by the name of Elmer and lived in a two-room cottage with no heat, electricity, or running water. I remember visiting with his grandchildren one summer while they were vacationing. I remember, as well, my needing to take a pee in the worst way. So, I had to use his one-hole privy in the barn. I was scared to death while straddling above that deep, dark, smelly pit.
 

*******

 

The road we were traveling had become rougher, with hairpin curves. I was not feeling so well and wondered if I could keep from getting sick before we arrived at the hospital. My tummy was upset and I felt a dreaded tightness in my throat.

"Oh, my, Grandpa! How much farther before we stop and rest a bit?"

"Why? Do you need to use the ladies room or something?" He didn't need an answer once he looked at me. "Oh my god, why didn't you say something earlier?" he remarked.

Grandpa immediately pulled off the road and cut the engine. He jumped out, then, lickety split, hurried around to open the passenger door for me. Not a second too soon! I barely had both feet on the ground when I lost it. Grandpa held my head in a soothing manner as I hurriedly disposed of all my breakfast.
 

*******

"It's all right, Angel! Billy's a lucky fella because God sent you down to him. But...I gotta tell you, when I looked over at you earlier, you were as green as peas in a pod."

Grandpa helped me back into the passenger seat. I still hadn't said a word; I was so embarrassed. I knew my face had gone from green to white and was now red.

"I think I'm going to be all right now," I finally replied. "Please forgive me."

"Shucks, there's nothing to forgive you for, Honey! Now don't you worry none, cause I've seen a whole lot worse in my lifetime."

Before starting up the truck again, Grandpa reached into the big chest pocket on his bib overalls, then extended his hand.

"Here's some dried mint leaves. Put them in your mouth, chew them, and be sure to swallow the juice. I may try to be tough and all, but I also get sick sometimes when I travel too far in this here ole truck."

After that remark, Grandpa took a few leaves himself, put them in his mouth, and began chewing them. He, as well, cut a chunk of tobacco and placed it in his jaw. "Of course, this truck is a might bit faster than my ole' blue mule," he said after spitting the leaves out of the open driver's side window.

Bill had talked often about the ole' blue mule, so his comment made me smile.
 

*******

Grandpa was right--chewing the mint leaves and swallowing the juices had helped. I already felt a whole lot better, and I knew we were almost there. I started getting really nervous. I couldn't wait to see my handsome mountain hero, but would he recognize me?

Grandpa was tired of driving, and I could tell he was also worried. So, I thought it best for us to engage in some conversation.

"Grandpa, would you tell me a story about Billy when he was young? He's shared some memories with me, yet you know how flamboyant and flirty he is. We can never get to the end of a story before he's trying to kiss and make out with me." I started to turn red again. "Now, please, don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Hurrah, that's my Billy! He got those qualities from me, Cathy! Hey, I have a thought! Rather than me telling you a story about him, why don't I let you read the one he wrote himself after having a nightmare of being bitten by a rabid dog? He always loved to write and he would use a paper tablet and #2 pencil when he did. Did you know that when he was 14, he won 1st place in a contest at school?"

I didn't know! Why didn't Bill ever tell me? I glanced over at Grandpa and could see by the look on his face that he was thinking, in a happy way, back to those days.

"Billy did lots of writing in this here truck traveling along with me," he continued. "I still like to read his stories, and guess what? I have all of them in my old suitcase behind your seat because I was reading some last night before retiring and decided to bring them along. Thought it might cheer Billy up to read them also. Figured it might even inspire him to write more stories while he's there in the hospital." Grandpa cleared his throat, then spit again out the driver's side window. "That being said, why don't I pull off the road, get the rabid dog story, so you can read it while we're traveling. Okay, Sweetheart?"

"That's a grand idea, Grandpa! I'm so glad you brought them."
 

*******

We were on the road again. I listened intently to the sound of the ole' truck going "bumpety-bumpety-bump", then became lost in the majestic words of the story written in the hard covered school composition book.

At times, as I read along, I could almost smell the sweet fragrance of cologne. Salty tears ran down my face, then dropped upon the pages. "Please, God! Get us safely to the hospital, 'cause I gotta be with my Bill," I whispered.

 

Written by Billy (age 16)
THE RABID DOG

"That dog is rabid--get it away from me, Grandpa!"

"Wake up, Billy! You're having a nightmare."

"Then why did it seem so real? I could hear it growling, saw it drooling from the mouth and getting ready to leap. Why am I having nightmares--please, tell me?"

"That's something we'll ask Doctor Smith, okay? But in the meantime, Grandma has breakfast on the table. Now, wash your hands and let's eat. Are you going to Youth Night at church later today?"

"Yes, Sir! That is if you and grandma don't mind."

"Of course, we don't mind. We're happy you want to. Be sure you take the coal-oil lantern and some matches. It gets pitch-dark on the old dirt road."


"So, the rabid dog was just a dream Billy had?" I asked Grandpa.

"Read on," he replied.


The day passed, and before long, it was time to head out for church. Quickly filling the lantern with oil, and my pocket with matches, I headed on my way. It was three miles from home to church, and I dearly loved the walk. Sometimes I made a game of trying to better my time each week.

Once arriving at church, my friends and I gathered, as we always did, on the front steps to trade stories. As usual, the most exciting thing that had happened to anyone, other than myself, was killing a bird with their slingshot. When it was my turn to brag, I told them all about killing an eight-point buck deer with my shotgun. I immediately became the hero throughout our county.

After bragging some more, we attended Bible class. Then, I said goodnight to my friends. It was now dark, so I fired up the lantern and began to head home. Of course, tonight, the shadow cast by my lantern was spookier, and it seemed as if something was behind me. I heard hoof beats on the road ahead. Surely, no one would be riding their mule in the pitch-black night without a lantern for light, would they? I stopped and waited as the hoof beats came closer and closer.

Quickly, jumping clear of the road, an ole' silver mule trotted past, then disappeared into the night. Although I was guessing, I'd say it probably had leaped over a fence somewhere up the road and was looking for greener grass.

Taking everything into account, I was still making good time on my journey home. As I approached the ole' wood bridge, I heard the patter of dog feet and it gave me instant goosebumps. Was my nightmare from last night about to come true? Raising the lantern above my head, I saw that the dog was heading straight toward me. Its tongue was swollen, and saliva was foaming around the mouth. "This dog's rabid!" I said to myself.

Faced with the reality of it all, I panicked and waited for the onslaught. "Get away!" I swung the lantern in front of me. The dog stopped on the bridge, bared its canines, and began to growl.

"It looks rabid, but it's not attacking!" I thought. "Why not? Oh, I know! It's because of the flame from the lantern."

Grandpa once told me, "Rabid dogs are afraid of fire and water." With that in mind, I lowered the lantern to my knees, took one step forward, and then waved it back and forth. The dog whimpered and finally backed off. I tried to swallow, yet the fear hung in my throat. "Thanks for being right, Grandpa!" I whispered.

"It's working!" I thought, as I slowly approached the dog while continuing across the bridge. It growled once again, then ran away...and so did I! I didn't stop running until I got home and was inside the living room.

Grandpa was sitting in front of the fireplace. "For heaven's sake, Billy, calm down and tell me what happened out there."

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, but I met this rabid dog on the ole' bridge and was so scared. I think it could've even followed me home."

Quickly getting his shotgun from above the fireplace, Grandpa headed out for the barn because rabid dogs will attack the livestock. After about twenty minutes without finding it, Grandpa came back inside and sat down.

"Now, tell me what really happened out there, Billy."

After calming down somewhat, I told my story, did some homework, then went off to bed. I was happy that he believed me, although no one had reported seeing the dog, dead or alive. Could it have been a figment of my imagination? No, it wasn't! I got bit by that same dog, in broad daylight, a couple of weeks later. Grandpa, Grandma and my ma were beside themselves with worry. They rushed me to the doctor where I had to get a rabies shot right away. We all thought I was gonna die.
 

*******

"Oh, my God!  We've finally made it, Grandpa."

"Of course we have, Sweetheart! Although, finding a place to park the ole' truck was harder than hauling moonshine whiskey in a coca-cola cup."

"Yay! We're only steps away from Bill's room. I can see his mom sitting at the foot of the hospital bed."

"Jeez! Just look how exhausted she is, Cathy."

I quickly glanced down at my blouse and drainpipe jeans to make sure I was presentable. I also patted my head, hoping my Adorn Hair Spray had kept my new Sandra Dee hairstyle intact.

As we entered, I quickly ran to Grandma, held her in my arms and said, "Billy's going to be all right--please don't cry."

I looked next at Bill--the sadness on his face, the pain in his eyes. I dropped to my knees and cried, "Please, God! Send down a miracle to heal my soulmate." As Jesus did--I, too, wept that day.

Bill's mom reached out to me, held my face in her hands, and then whispered, "God's awake now, Sweetheart! He heard your prayer up there, and He replied, 'No stronger love have I, than for my children. And when they hurt and cry--I hurt and cry too! Although, I work in strange ways--one day, you shall understand why.'"

Suddenly, I felt my heart pounding and tightness in my chest. I was getting weaker and weaker. I wanted to run to Bill to hug and kiss him; but, instead, I curled up on the floor...and there was nothing more. My world turned black.

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are sharing every chapter as we write them and plan to finish and publish this novel later this year. Any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. God Bless You! Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. ***

Chapter 8
Grandpa's Genes - Chapter 8

By Tootie

Author Note:

Co-Authored with Bill Bishop (aka Commando)

~Previously~
 

Suddenly, I felt my heart pounding and tightness in my chest. I was getting weaker and weaker. I wanted to run to Bill to hug and kiss him; but, instead, I curled up on the gray linoleum floor...and there was nothing more. My world turned black.

 

*****

Immediately sitting up in bed, Bill stared at Cathy as she lay lifeless on the floor. Terror-stricken and weak from the loss of blood caused by the accidental sheet metal stabbing, he quickly pushed the alarm button attached by a clip to his hospital bedsheet. Just then, a blaring noise sounded that would awaken a hibernating bear. Red lights began flashing, then Bill attempted to yell, "Doctor, Doctor, come quick! Please, help Cathy, because I think she's dying."

Bill's mom put her hands over her ears and said loudly, "All this noise, and she's still not moving! Do you think she's dead?"

"Quiet!" replied Grandpa. I can't believe the likes of you two! Cathy is going to be all right. She just fainted-- that's all. Poor thing was all stressed out about seeing her sweetheart."

Grandpa pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his bib overalls and proceeded to calmly search through it. "Now I know I got one in here somewhere. Hmmm.... oh, there it is!"

After grabbing a small white object that looked like a padded suppository, he slid the wallet back into his pocket and knelt next to Cathy as his bones popped and creaked.

"Do you hear me?" he asked as he cradled her head in his large calloused hand. "Just breathe in deep now. This here will wake you up."

Placing the small white object right under Cathy's nose with his other hand, he counted to three. The strong ammonia smell penetrated her senses, and her eyes popped open before he finished.

"Oh, my! Where am I?" she asked groggily.

"You're in the hospital," Grandpa replied. "Slowly now. Let me get you back on your feet. Then, I'll get you a chair."

At that moment, the nurse on duty came into the room. Jeez! She could've won a beauty contest, because she looked just like Marilyn Monroe. She sashayed over to Bill's bedside, turned off the alarm, and said in such a sexy way, "The doctor will be right here, but it looks like everything's all right now." Reaching for his hand, she gave it a gentle squeeze.

Bill was now eyeing the nurse--from head to toe, and back again. Her big blue eyes batted at him a little too much for Cathy's liking.

"Why, aren't you cute," the nurse said to Bill.

"Wow! Who are you?" he replied, quite intrigued.

Awww! That did it! Not waiting for Grandpa's help, Cathy jumped to her feet, ran between them, while demanding Bill's attention once again. She gave him a big hug, followed by a huge kiss with a love bite.

"Oh, Honey, I missed you so much!" she purred.

"I missed you, too, Beautiful! Now plant another one of those on me, okay?"

Before she did, she quickly turned back to the nurse. With a look that could kill a mockingbird, Cathy said to her, "Yes, everything's okay, Miss whatever-your-name is. So just go away, and leave my soulmate alone!"

*******

"Grandpa, why is Bill flirting with that no-name nurse? Is he not happy with just me?" Cathy asked.

"He is, and don't you think otherwise. He just can't help himself because he has my flirty gene inside him, Sweetheart."

"And what does that mean?" She was bewildered.

"That means he'll always be flamboyant and flirty, but don't you worry none, because he's just lookin' and teasin'. He loves you as much as I love Grandma, and that's bunches and bunches. So, he'll never stray."

"I hope you're right, Grandpa, but can I ask you something else? What did Grandma do when you became flamboyant and flirty with another woman, like Bill was today with that nurse?"

"Ah, Honey," he chuckled. "Easy answer! She got her broom and thrashed my tail!"

After hesitating, he added, "0f course, I was going to use another word for tail, yet not in front of a lady. Now, let's get finished up here, and go watch "Temple Houston" on TV in the waiting room while Billy sleeps."
 

*******
 

I was so exhausted that I fell asleep in a heartbeat and began dreaming of earlier scenes in my life.

"Billy! It seems that only yesterday you were being born. Jeez! How quickly time walks away. Happy Birthday, Son," my mama said. As my heart melted like butter in a pan, I made a wish, blew out all eight candles on the cake, and thanked God for sending me down.

 

The days, weeks, months, and years to follow-- were hard ones, yet somehow, we made it. I dreamed of my mamma, grandma and grandpa, my life on the farm, and going to the church youth group. I also dreamed of how good it was to wake up each morning at the crack of dawn, with the sweet aromas of coffee and Grandma's homemade buttermilk biscuits.

 

As I walked over to the window, I looked across the yard at the ole picket fence, and called out, "C'mon, rooster, it's time to crow! Oh, what's wrong, fella? Did you sleep late this morning?" Hmm! Maybe I'll go back to bed and take a short nap, too.

Aww, ain't no way I'm goin' back to bed! My stomach's a'growlin' and I'm hungry! I hurried to the kitchen table and started slatherin' butter on one of those delicious biscuits. My mouth was a'waterin'! I was just about to take a bite, when I felt someone tugging at my shoulder.

 

"Hey there, Handsome. We got some good news for you," the nurse said, as she nudged Bill awake.

His eyes opened and, boy, did he get an eyeful! The nurse's large bosom was a'bobbin only inches from his face as she proceeded to shake him. When she saw him staring in astonishment, she started to smile. "Mission accomplished," she secretly thought.

"Well, my, my, I'm glad you're enjoying the sight," she said, again in that sexy sounding voice. "Now, the good news is you've got the okay to leave here tomorrow morning. Doctor's orders. But, I'm going to be so sad to see you go. So, why don't we tell your girlfriend and Grandpa that visiting hours end early tonight. Then, I can come and read you a bedtime story and tuck you in later. Would you like that?"

Bill was speechless, but that didn't matter none, because he wouldn't have had a chance to say anything even if he could. Cathy and Grandpa had walked back into the room and overheard the nurse's suggestion.

"YOU GET AWAY FROM HIM, YOU HEAR ME?" Cathy screamed as she bolted toward them. In a flash, she was pushing and clawing at the nurse, and, to Bill and Grandpa's surprise, the nurse was clawing back. They were having a cat fight, right there in the hospital!

"I ain't believin' what I'm a seein'," Grandpa said.

Bill couldn't believe it either. He pushed the emergency buzzer again, then hollered, as best he could, above the blaring alarm, "DOCTOR, DOCTOR, HURRY BEFORE THESE LADIES TEAR EACH OTHER APART!"

"Oh, that doctor better come quick," Cathy briefly looked at him and hissed. Her eyes were wild with rage. "Cause when I'm finished with her...I'M COMING AFTER YOU!"
 

Author Notes

Is that nurse acting professional? Of course not! Bill, with his flamboyant, flirty nature and good looks can sometimes be quite irresistable, you know! Guess we've got Grandpa to thank for that! Stay tuned to see what happens in the next chapter! Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are sharing every chapter as we write them and plan to finish and publish this novel later this year. Any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. God Bless You! Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** Historic references in this chapter: To Kill A Mockingbird Temple Houston (TV show)

Chapter 9
What is Love? - Chapter 9

By Tootie

Author Note:

Co-Authored with Bill Bishop (aka Commando)

Hello, Friends!

Bill Bishop, aka "Commando," and me, Cathy Waldron, aka "Tootie," are co-authors of this book.  Our wish is to make you laugh and cry, then leave you in a state of uncertainty as to what will happen next.  We invite you to follow along with us chapter after chapter and would appreciate your feedback and recommendation for improvement.   As always, thank you for reading our work and best wishes wherever you are.

 

~ Previously ~

"Oh, that doctor better come quick," Cathy briefly looked at him and hissed. Her eyes were wild with rage. "'Cause when I'm finished with her...I'M COMING AFTER YOU!"

 

The nurse's red nails burned like an "Indian sunburn" as she dug deep into my cheeks, but I continued to fight. Although the emergency alarm had been blaring for a few minutes, the doctor hadn't arrived yet. Grandpa tried once to break us up, but failed.
 

Bill finally put a halt to things when he extended his arms between our faces and remarked, "Sweet Jesus! Although you're an Angel, you are certainly mean at times, Cathy. Why, the ole' grizzly bears back home would be afraid of you!"

 

I looked quickly at him, then growled. His comment hurt my feelings. Tears were streaming down my face, mixing with blood from the nurse's wounds.

Grandpa came up from behind me, firmly grabbing both of my shoulders. He spun me around so I was facing the door.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Sweetheart! Now, get yourself to the truck. You can see Billy when you come to your senses!" he demanded.

"Oh, Grandpa! You know I love him with all my heart and soul. He needs me," I pleaded.

"Hush! You'd better do as I say!" Letting go of me, he pointed to the door.

Of course, I knew he meant business. I shot the nurse a dirty look, and, without saying another word, walked quickly out of the room.

 

*******

 

Why had I let that nurse get me so angry? After all, I know Bill has Grandpa's flirty and flamboyant genes. When I met him last year, everyone warned me I was in for a heartbreak, but I really think our love is stronger than that.

When I saw him eyeing and flirting with her today, I wanted to die. Hmmm! Maybe the distance between us has changed his feelings for me. After how foolishly I acted, I wouldn't blame him if he told me he wanted to call it quits....and if that happens, what will I do? I love him so, and will love him forever and a day, no matter what!
 

*******

 

I sat in the truck crying and cursing myself for letting jealousy get the best of me. I knew I had to get it together, and fast, before I could show my face again.

Since writing has always been therapeutic for me, especially when I'm emotionally upset, I instinctively reached into my handbag for a pen and scrap piece of paper. After wiping the tears from my eyes so I could see, I wrote this poem for Bill.
 

~FOREVER, MY LOVE~

 

Where will your love go
when all's been said and done--
once we've gotten past its newness,
with the initial romantic fun?

Will it keep on growing stronger,
planting roots for it to stay?
Or will it be forgotten,
to wither up, then blow away?

Love Long Distance, it's not easy.
There are times I've worried so
that your love for me may not last,
but, Darling, you should know--

there will never be another
who could ever take your place.
Distance, time, or even circumstance,
Could not divert or begin to erase...

all the love I have and hold for you.
It's been strong right from the start,
and it won't go, no, it never will,
because God has sealed it---in my heart.

 

After reading it aloud, I decided to go back into the hospital. I didn't want to end the day without telling Bill I was sorry. I, as well, wanted to give him a goodnight kiss, and thank him and Grandpa for putting up with me.

 

As I walked through the door to his room, he was deep in conversation with another nurse--this one not so pretty. Grandpa was snoozing in a nearby chair.
 

"Jeez! Where have you been, Angel?" Bill said when he saw me.

"Grandpa sent me out to the truck to calm down, remember?" My face turned a little red. I was still ashamed at how badly I had acted.

"What's going on?" I asked. "Is everything okay?"
 

This is Marsha. She's my new nurse, Darling. The other nurse has been fired," he replied.

Marsha looked at me and smiled. I already liked her a whole lot better.

"We're waiting on his test results from the lab," she interjected. "They'll be ready in 30-munutes. If all looks good, Bill will be heading back with you and his Grandpa to Tennessee for a little rest and relaxation before he can go back into training."

Grandpa woke up and heard us.
 

"Billy! I almost forgot!" he exclaimed. "I brought along your writings from way back yonder when you was just a junior 'towhead'. Quite frankly, you were also a pain in my 'you-know-what' at times!" He went silent, as if lost in thought, then said, "Geez, I can sure remember when you won that school writing contest. You were about 14 then...if my memory's correct."

 

"That's right, you ain't lost it yet," Bill replied.

Grandpa rubbed his eyes, got up out of the chair and stretched before adding, "Anyways, I thought you'd enjoy reading those writings, but now that you may be leaving the hospital already..."

Bill interrupted. "Aww, that's okay! Thank you for your kindness, and I'll tell you what--I can read some of those stories to Cathy as we 'bump' along the road to home."

"It's gonna be crowded inside that truck, Billy," Grandpa replied. "I didn't know you'd be coming home with us."

"No problem!" Bill quickly responded. "We'll just get us some hay for the truckbed, and Cathy and I will ride in the back. 'Goody, Goody!'"
 

*******
 

It was a gorgeous day as we drove away from the hospital. Grandpa had found hay at a nearby farm, and we were headed for the Smoky Mountains. Snuggled up close to each other, Cathy and I sang ‘happy songs’ as Grandpa drove the ole’ truck along— ‘bumpety-bump’!
 

After sharing a cold Pop-Tart with Cathy, and washing it down with TAB soda, I started reading her one of my stories.
 

WHAT IS LOVE?

 

I was eight years old, hiding behind a door in our little log cabin one night, listening to Grandpa whispering words of love while they were lying in their bed.

"Aww, Honey! Have you ever given any thought as to what love is?" Grandpa asked.

"Hmmm! Not really, but I'll bet you're gonna tell me," Grandma replied.

"You know me well," he said, "so you know I think about these philosophical things from time to time. To me, love is living, giving, and unselfishly sharing, with one another, the beautiful creations of God, while walking along the pathway to happiness.'

Grandpa cleared his throat and turned the light off. Then, he kept on talking.

"Once, my father told me, and I agree, that love is, as well, God's way of waking us from the sad dreams of yesterday, wiping the tears from our eyes, and teaching us happy songs for our tomorrows.'

"You have always been so poetic," Grandma said.

"Why, I try to be," Grandpa replied. (After that, he mentioned me, and my ears really perked up!)

"Do you remember telling me after Billy was born that 'love is like watching a mother smile, while holding her child, then kissing away its cries?' And it's like hearing her say 'goo--I love you, then thanking God for His gift?" Do you remember telling me that, Sweetheart--do you, huh?"

"Oh, I remember, my handsome mountain man, but now you're getting carried away! C'mon, count yourself some sheep, and let's get some sleep before the rooster crows."

 

*******

"Brrr! Stop hogging all the hay and roll over this way, 'cause there's a chill in the air!" Bill was teasing, wanting Cathy to snuggle up closer, so he could...Awww, better not say!

"Ya Ya! I'm headed on over there, Honey, and I'm so very hot for you! I'll keep you warm, all right!" Cathy knew that would get Bill going.

 

"Light my fire, Baby, Baby! Oh, yes, yessss!"

He was full of expectation, but Cathy got distracted by a nearby sight.

"Oh, my goodness! Just look over there at those little baby ducks. Ain't they cute, Honey? See them waddle behind their mama along the pond as she fights off them hungry crows hovering above her head?"

"You betcha, I see them! Once again, it reminds me of Grandpa's words telling Grandma what love is. Now, come on over here, and I'll tell you the rest."

Bill pulled Cathy close to him. After kissing her lips, he said, "Grandpa also told me that love is like seeing baby deer, feeding near, and slow falling rain; awaking from a dream of fishing in a stream and catching Speckled Mountain Trout."

 

"It's seeing the autumn leaves fall from the trees, spiral in the breeze, then walk along the ground as little squirrels scamper for nuts," Cathy added.

"And, lastly, yet above all the others, it's sharing hugs and loving one another," they both recited together.

 

"I remember you telling me that part, exactly like that, under the willow tree," Cathy commented.

Bill gave her another kiss, this one much longer, then smiled and said, "I believe that's what love is, Darling!"'

"I believe it too, Honey! I really do." Cathy replied.

The truck suddenly swayed a bit.

Cathy glanced over at the rear window and saw Grandpa looking back at them.

"Honey, why's Grandpa looking at us when he should be watchin' where he's going?"

The truck swayed again, this time wider, while Grandpa grabbed his flask and snuck himself a sip of moonshine whiskey, made special by a young fella in the Smoky Mountains named "Popcorn" Sutton. He also reached down and fiddled with the radio, trying to find his favorite station--650 AM, WSM.

He turned up the volume when he came upon the song, "There I've Said it Again" by Bobby Vinton, and started humming along. Taking another quick look back at the two lovebirds, he remininsced about how he and Grandma used to sneak in the barn to make out in the hay before they were married.

"He's smoking up the glass with his nose," Bill said. "That reminds me. Grandma told me once that Grandpa's nose is always cold when he kisses her."

Cathy would've laughed at the comment, but the truck kept swerving this way and that, and the tires started squealing.

Grandpa slammed on the brakes and there was a loud crash.

"OH MY GOD! Please, Father--HELP US!" Cathy cried out. "ARE YOU LISTENIN'?"

 

*******

 

~ Sorry to have left you hanging! ~
"Will they make it out of this one alive?"
Hope to see you in Chapter 10.

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are sharing every chapter as we write them and plan to finish and publish this novel later this year. Any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. God Bless You! Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** Historic references in this chapter: Indian sunburn - This is a prank done by grasping the victim's forearm firmly in both hands, and then twisting the hands in opposite directions about the victim's arm to stretch his or her skin, making it red and sore. Pop Tarts - When Kellogg's first introduced the toaster pastry in 1964, it was unfrosted and came with four flavors: Apple Currant Jelly, Strawberry, Blueberry and Brown Sugar-Cinnamon. TAB Soda - WSM Radio - A 50,000-watt clear channel AM radio station located in Nashville, Tennessee. It broadcasts a full-time country music format at 650 kHz and is known primarily as the home of The Grand Ole Opry, the world's longest running radio program. (Wikipedia) "There I've Said it Again" sung by Bobby Vinton Marvin "Popcorn" Sutton - October 5,1946 - March 16, 2009

Chapter 10
The Willow Tree - Chapter 10

By Tootie

Author Note:

Co-Authored with Bill Bishop (aka Commando)

Hello, Friends!

Bill Bishop, aka "Commando," and me, Cathy Waldron, aka "Tootie," are co-authors of this book. Our wish is to make you laugh and cry, then leave you in a state of uncertainty as to what will happen next. We invite you to follow along with us chapter after chapter and would appreciate your feedback and any recommendations for improvement. As always, thank you for reading our work and best wishes wherever you are.
 

~ Previously ~

Cathy would've laughed at the comment, but the truck kept swerving this way and that, and the tires started squealing.

Grandpa slammed on the brakes, and there was a loud crash.

"OH MY GOD! Please, Father--HELP US!" Cathy cried out. 
"ARE YOU LISTENIN'?"
 

Suddenly, lightning flashed; thunder roared. A violent wind blew across Grandpa's old truck accompanied by a drenching rain. It became crystal clear that God had heard me scream, "Please, Father--help us!" Just then, I heard chickens squawk, as they flapped their wings, then saw feathers fill the air. If Bill hadn't been holding me tightly, I would have been thrown from the truck and possibly killed.

Grandpa began to jibber-jabber words of obscenity, and despite the rain, quickly opened the truck door, stumbling onto the pavement. Wobbling like a duck, he headed toward the driver of the chicken truck. I could see his hands were tightly clenched and ready for battle.

"Lord, Almighty! What's a 'matter with you, Mister? Stopping that abruptly in front of me caused all of this to happen. So, before you go off to jail, I'm gonna whup your tail!"

"Oh, please! I'm not a 'Mister,' I'm a 'Lady'...and a beautiful one at that. Just look at me, 'cause I'm winking at you."

Grandpa wiped the water from his glasses so he could see. His attitude changed in a heartbeat. Rather than continuing to rant and rave, he smiled, winked back, then blew her a kiss. "What is your name?" Grandpa asked.

"You may call me Bunny, Honey!" She cooed.

"Shame on the both of you! I saw what you just did, Grandpa. Although, she's a pretty thing in those bib overalls with her hair pinned up, you are married to Grandma," Billy interjected as he walked up to them.

"Aw, I'm so sorry! There are times I can't control my flirty ways. It's all my fault," she confessed. "Let me officially introduce myself. My name is Elizabeth, and I'm a cheerleader for the Alabama Crimson Tide Football team. Ever heard of 'em?"

"Yes, I have," Billy said. "They got Joe Namath as their quarterback. Very fine team, and a good coach, too. Grandpa, remember you told me the story about Bear Bryant?"

Grandpa chuckled. "Sure did! He wrestled with a bear when he was only 13."

"Well, I'm surprised to hear that," Elizabeth exclaimed. "Now, please forgive me for stalling in front of you. I don't know how to drive a shift so well. My boyfriend's gonna have my hide for causing an accident and losing his precious chickens."

"Awww, Honey, there's really no damage. Only thing is the chicken crates slid and crashed onto the front of my old truck, and they all busted out of jail. I'll help find them if you'd like. You'll help too, won't ya, Billy?" Grandpa replied.
 

*******

After searching here and there, Bill and Grandpa gathered up all the chickens, and then skedaddled back to the truck. We were soon on our way again. Bill and I climbed in the truck, and put Grandpa in back on the hay, even though it was still raining, so he could sober up. No more moonshine today along the way!

I insisted on driving, and Bill sat next to me. As I drove along, I could see him looking at my legs, then he slowly put his hand on my knee.

"Behave," I demanded! "I have to concentrate on my driving, and you're making it awfully hard. Now, rest while you can." I blew him a kiss and he gave me a squeeze. "Please, get some sleep. Tonight, we can love on one another and you can also recite words of poetry to me under the willow tree."

"Yes, Ma'am," Bill replied! "It's a date, and I can't wait--goody, goody!"
 

*******

It was pitch dark now as I pulled into the dirt driveway of the log cabin Bill had grown up in. His ma and grandma had spent all day preparing for our arrival. The aromas of country fried chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, and buttermilk biscuits filled the air and danced under our noses as we walked through the door.

"Oh, my God! I'm so hungry--yummy, yummy! There's nothing better than your cooking, Grandma." Billy exclaimed.

Grandma dabbed her eyes with the edge of her apron to wipe away the tears of happiness she was shedding. She had missed Billy so much.

Billy hugged his mama next, then said, "I love you, Mama. Sorry I was gone so long, but I'm home now. So, let's all join hands and sing a happy song."

"You hush on up, my hero, or you'll get me crying, too. Now, let's everyone hurry and eat before it gets cold," she said.

Grandpa, Bill and I didn't need convincing. We all found our places at the table, lickety-split. Grandpa said the blessing, as always.

"Heavenly Father! Unselfishly, I ask, please, reach down Your hand and destroy the jugs of moonshine I have buried all around. Then, change me from this creature I am. The Bible tells us many things. Some are at the forefront of our priorities. Tonight, I humble myself before You, knowing that there are those who don't have a roof over their heads and are disabled. Yet, sometimes I tend to forget about them. You ask us to care for our fellow man and woman. I do believe in You, and ask that my grandson, Billy, follow You along the pathway of tomorrow, then find the special purpose in his life. Let him be what others need, Lord. This is all I ask. In Your Holy Name, Amen."
 

*****

When we finished eating, I cleared the table, and washed the dishes. Bill came up behind me and whispered, "C'mon, Beautiful, let me take you down to the willow tree, where we'll listen to the whippoorwills courting. The owls will hoot and the coyotes cry, while we make love under the beautiful sky--oh, yes! I wrote a poem for you, Sweetheart. I hope you love it, as I love you.
 

*******

As we laid side-by-side under the willow tree, Bill recited his poetry -
 

"Darlin', my heart belongs to you.
My life holds so many gifts,
and you're the greatest one.
I guess that's just a few
of the many reasons why
I'll never stop loving you."

"Do you promise?" I asked him.

"Cross my heart and hope to die." Now, did that poem make you want to kiss me again? C'mon, Baby, give me some sugar."

"I'll bite your tongue, that's what I'll do. I can feel you patting my tail. Oh my, you're already getting frisky!"

"What do you mean, patting your tail? My hands are higher."

As I turned to look at Bill, I saw a black panther leap our way.

"DEAR GOD, HELP US!"
 

*******
 

~ Sorry to have left you hanging! ~
What will become of Cathy & Bill?
Hope to see you in Chapter 11.
 

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are sharing every chapter as we write them and plan to finish and publish this novel later this year. If you've been following along, you may notice that our cover has changed. The new picture shows a couple more closely fitting with the year 1964 when this novel takes place. We hope you like it. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. God Bless You! Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** Historic references in this chapter: The Alabama Crimson Tide football team (University of Alabama) - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1964_Alabama_Crimson_Tide_football_team Paul William "Bear" Bryant was the coach for this team from 1958 to 1983. He got his nickname "Bear" because he agreed to wrestle a captive bear during a carnival promotion when he was 13 years old. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bear_Bryant Joe Namath - I think most of us know who he is, but we associated him more with the NY Jets...and commercials. However, he was on the 1964 Alabama Crimson Tide football team. After the season, Joe Namath was selected as the first overall pick by the New York Jets in the 1965 AFL Draft. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Namath

Chapter 11
A SALUTE to Grandpa - Chapter 11

By Tootie

Author Note:

Co-Authored with Bill Bishop (aka Commando)

Hello, Friends!

Bill Bishop, aka "Commando," and me, Cathy Waldron, aka "Tootie," are co-authors of this book. Our wish is to make you laugh and cry, then leave you in a state of uncertainty as to what will happen next. We invite you to follow along with us chapter after chapter and would appreciate your feedback and any recommendations for improvement. As always, thank you for reading our work and best wishes wherever you are.


~ Previously ~

"I'll bite your tongue, that's what I'll do. I can feel you patting my tail.
Oh my, you're already getting frisky!"

"What do you mean, patting your tail? My hands are higher."

As I turned to look at Bill, I saw a black panther leap our way.

"DEAR GOD, HELP US!"

 

*******

"What's the matter with you, Beautiful?" a familiar voice asked.

Bill immediately started to chuckle. "That's no panther, Darling, it's just Grandpa," he said.

"My heart's done skipped a hundred beats," I exclaimed. "What are you doing sneaking up on us that way, Grandpa? You scared the living daylights out of me!"

"Why, of course, I did, that's what I intended to do. I know you have a wild imaginative mind. Did you also feel me poking your behind with a stick? By doing so, I knew you'd think I was a black panther, ready to mangle you. What's even worse, how about my shiny teeth?" Grandpa put a flashlight up to the side of his cheek, opened his mouth, baring his full set of dentures, then turned the flashlight on. "See? Now, I can understand how you thought this here mouth belonged to a panther. Truth be told, though, many don't believe they exist in the Smoky Mountains. However, I'm here to tell you they do, 'cause I've seen them with my own two eyes--You Betcha!"

"Okay, Grandpa! You can tell us that story later. Now, can't you tell we want to be alone? What's all this about? It's not Halloween, so it can't be trick or treat," Bill replied.

Grandpa moved forward, lifted some willow branches from the blanket, then sat down.

"Well, I know you two want to be alone, but I also feel that both of you need to know what may or may not happen here tonight. Therefore, I need to share a certain story with both of you. So, take an intermission and listen up!"

"Okay, but it better be a short intermission 'cause I've got miles to go before I sleep," Billy replied.

"Of course, both of you know I'm a full-blooded Indian. Back in 1924, when I was the same age as Billy, I became a US citizen and met Grandma. However, our dating wasn't accepted since she was Irish and had no Indian blood. So, we began our romance secretly, fell in love, then night after night, we met under this same willow tree."

Bill looked over at Cathy, flirtingly winked his eye, and blew her a kiss. Of course, he had an idea what Grandpa was going to say next.

"A few months later, Grandma's family found out about us. Her daddy forbid us to see each other, and said, 'No preacher would ever marry us'. Grandma thought it was hopeless that we'd ever be together. Her tears were flowing like a river that night when she told me about it. We were right here, on a blanket, like the two of you. Well, I was hearing none of it! So, I told her we'd marry anyway."

Bill and I were now totally entranced by his story, although we had no idea how it pertained to us. It didn't take long to find out, though, as Grandpa wasn't finished yet. He went on talking.

"We said our vows together that same night, then I made love to her. It was the best night of our lives, and one we both still talk about. Of course, we were allowed to get "officially" married in the church a couple years later, but in our hearts, we were committed and married long before that. Do I think God is angry at us for what we did? No way!"

Grandpa looked directly into my eyes.

"Billy is headed back soon and there's no telling what will happen next. You know what I mean. We almost lost him already. So, without saying anymore, I want to tell you, 'Listen to and follow your heart!' Not just to the excitement stirring both of you, but really listen. God will speak to you there, and tell you if it's wrong or if it's right. So, 'long story short,' take my advice."

Getting himself up from the blanket, Grandpa crawled from under the tree, and walked away. Once we could hear his footsteps no longer, Bill cuddled up to me, then said in his charming way, "I believe you were about to bite my tongue before Grandpa came along."

I was already listening to what God told me before I replied.

"Honey, we gave our vows to each other before you joined the Air Force. And, as well, to become a 'Joint Services Special Forces Commando' heading to Vietnam. Remember?"

"Of course, I remember, Beautiful. And I meant every word I said in those vows. Be it now and always, "I love you heart and soul, Cathy."

"And I love you even more than that, my mountain man. I'll be yours forever and a day."

Pressing up closer to Bill, I gave him that little love bite.

I whispered in his ear, "It's time that we consummate this marriage, like Grandpa and Grandma did."

"Goody, goody!" Bill replied, needing no convincing. He made love to me, slowly and gently, under the willow tree that night. We were no longer two; yet, one. "What God has joined together, let no man put asunder." (Matthew 19:6)

Afterward, while we were relaxing, we could see the full moon peeking through and shining down on us. We talked about a science fiction novel we had both been reading earlier--"Cat's Cradle" by Kurt Vonnegut.  

Bill fell asleep first, while we were still wrapped in each other's arms. A gentle wind blew across the meadow, and I seemed to hear a whisper, "Go my children, be fruitful and multiply, fill the earth, then subdue it; rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, then over every creature that walks or crawls upon the earth." (Genesis 1:28)

A lone wolf cried for its mate, but I heard no answer. "Aww, it's okay, fellow," I repeated the words I'd heard Bill say before, "'cause your girlfriend probably has a headache tonight."

I smiled as I closed my eyes. In no time, I was fast asleep, too. 
 

*******

I didn't want to let Bill go as we said our goodbyes at the train station. I was afraid that I'd never see him again. He was, and will always be, the love of my life, the man of my dreams, and, although secretly, now my husband. To know that he was leaving, and in just a few weeks, would be going to Vietnam, subject to injury or possibly killed in the awful war, seemed unbearable. "Dear God! Please, help me carry this cross up the hill, 'cause, my knees are getting weak, and I'm afraid of falling," I prayed.

Bill held me close, kissed me, then whispered, "What we shared last night will give me comfort through the days ahead, and I'll give it my best shot to return to you, Beautiful. But now, I have to serve God and country. Should anything happen to me, just remember, 'God has blessed us with a union that will last forever. I love you more than the breath that's in me.'"

"And I still love you most of all," I responded.

We were still kissing when the train whistle blew, signaling it was time to part. I let go of him, reluctantly, as salty tears ran down my face.

The train pulled away moments later, and I listened to its wheels go "clickety-clack" along the track. It soon disappeared around the bend. It was love long distance once again.

I fell down on my knees, locked my hands together, looked toward Heaven, then asked God, "Will I see him come back? Please, keep my soulmate safe and bring him home to me!"

 

~ We thank you for reading this bittersweet chapter. ~
Will Bill make it through the war?
Will Cathy be able to endure the uncertainty?
Hope to see you in Chapter 12.

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are sharing every chapter as we write them and plan to finish and publish this novel later this year. If you've been following along, you may notice that our cover has changed. The new picture shows a couple more closely fitting with the year 1964 when this novel takes place. We hope you like it. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. God Bless You! Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** Historic references in this chapter: The Indian Citizenship Act, also known as the Snyder Act, was signed into law by President Calvin Coolidge on June 2, 1924. "Cat's Cradle" by Kurt Vonnegut was published in 1963.

Chapter 12
The Greatest Gift - Chapter 12

By Tootie

Author Note:

Co-Authored with Bill Bishop (aka Commando)

Hello, Friends!


Bill Bishop, aka "Commando," and me, Cathy Waldron, aka "Tootie," are co-authors of this book. Our wish is to make you laugh and cry, then leave you in a state of uncertainty as to what will happen next. We invite you to follow along with us chapter after chapter and would appreciate your feedback and any recommendations for improvement. As always, thank you for reading our work and best wishes wherever you are.





~ Previously ~

The train pulled away moments later, and I listened to its wheels go "clickety-clack" along the track. It soon disappeared around the bend. It was love long distance once again.

I fell down on my knees, locked my hands together, looked toward Heaven, then asked God, "Will I see him come back? Please, keep my soulmate safe and bring him home to me!"

*******
 

April 24th, 1964

Dear Diary,

The loneliness I've been feeling after Bill went back to training has been unbearable, especially at night. I go to bed early, eager to dream of us under the willow tree making sweet, passionate love. I can feel Bill's big strong hands on my skin--it gives me goosebumps; his warm breath in my hair as he whispers "I love you" in my ear; the numerous kisses, and much more I can't write about here because I'm afraid someone else might read it.

As I experienced the stabbing pain of lost innocence that first night, I think about how Bill was so gentle and understanding--I'll never forget. The unbounded pleasures soon came flooding in, washing the pain away, as we united in love, under God, with the big bright stars peeking through the willow tree branches. "They're winking at you," Bill had said. I told him they were just giving their approval while we consummated our love.

But, now, I cry endlessly. The hard part about having been granted the joy of seeing Bill again, so soon and unexpectedly, was the heartbreak of having to say goodbye to him once more. I feel so much alone and incomplete without him. I can't describe it fully, but it's like falling into a deep, dark well and being unable to get out---crying for him to come rescue me, but knowing he's too far away to hear or help! Why does it have to be like this? What if I never see him again? How can I live through the fact that he may never come back? No, no, I can't think of that! Bill will come home, and until he does, I'll be right here waiting for him!

It helps to be staying with Grandma and Grandpa. They do their best to keep my spirits up, unlike my own mother who would probably still be trying to keep Bill and me apart if I were back home in New Hampshire. I haven't spoken with her for weeks now, and she hasn't tried to reach me, either. I wish her the best, and hope that someday she'll be able to accept my choices, and we can be close again. But right now, her negativity and objections are too much.

As I end this entry, I pray for that, and also, for God to watch over Bill tonight, and every night. I ask to keep him safe until we're together again.

Amen & Goodnight.

*******
 

April 28, 1964

Hi Honey!

I ran to the mailbox today, right after getting home from a short trip with Grandpa, and was hoping to find a letter from you. However, there wasn't one. I know you told me you would write first, but I can't wait any longer. It's been a week since you've left, and I miss you so much!

Guess what? Grandpa took me to Nashville! First stop, of course, was 116 Fifth Avenue North--home of the Grand Ole Opry. No performance, but he wanted me to see it. Now, when we listen to their show on the radio on Saturday nights, I'll be able to picture it in my mind. He explained that, although the Grand Ole Opry name actually came about earlier, they opened on the fifth floor radio station studio of the National Life & Accident Insurance Company in downtown Nashville on November 28, 1925. They called it the "WSM Barn Dance" back then. That was the day he turned 28, and he, along with Grandma, listened to the 77-year-old fiddler, Uncle Jimmy Thompson, on their radio show that night.

Afterwards, we had a picnic lunch Grandma packed for us on a bench at Nashville's first "instant park" located in the burned-out cavity of the former Maxwell House site. Then, he took me to the Pepsi Open House at Beamon Bottling Company on Thompson Lane. There were thousands of people gathered outside, and one excited woman told me why. The actress, Joan Crawford, was there! Grandpa knows she's one of my favorite movie stars. I met her and got her autograph. Hurrah!

Our adventures continued. Next, we went to the Municipal Auditorium where another big crowd was gathered. This was what Grandpa was most excited about. We saw Oral Roberts there, and he preached about being saved and the value of speaking in tongues. I asked Grandpa if tongues were like, "Smoky Mountain talk," and we both got a giggle out of that. It was an emotional scene. Many went up to be saved, including me. Grandpa sure was proud, too. He was grinning from ear-to-ear when I got back from being prayed over by Mr. Roberts. He told me he'd been saved several years ago, and so had you.

I thought we'd be heading back that evening, but we wanted to do some more sight-seeing. Too tired to drive later, we stayed overnight at the Holiday Inn on West End Avenue. The next morning, there were Civil Rights protesters sitting in the street. Grandpa said we'd best get on our way before things started heating up.

Oh my, I've written so much! I do hope to hear from you soon. Please let me know how things are going there and if you are all right. I pray to God every day and night for your safety.

HKAYK!

All My Love,

Cathy

P.S. Now that I know when Grandpa's birthday is, I'm going to make sure we have a grand celebration for him. I don't know if they'll allow you another short leave, but if possible, the best gift he could ever receive is you. He loves you heart and soul, like I do. Of course, I want to see you, too, and we could make love a few more times. Oh YESSS! It may be too cold to romance under our willow tree in November, but that's all right--we'll move our lovemaking to the hay loft in the barn instead! Wouldn't that be fun? I can remember us sneaking up there last Halloween night after you gave an entertaining fright to those little kids who came to the door. You asked me if I wanted a trick or a treat while you held me in your arms so tight. When I said treat, you showered me with dozens of sweet, sweet kisses and love bites. We started making out, and it was getting hot and heavy. That's when some troublemaking teenagers snuck into the barn and were drinking moonshine whiskey. When they saw you jump down from the hay loft, they ran out of there, lickety-split. You must've chased after them for a good fifteen minutes before returning. Remember? Oh, it seems like it was so long ago! Who would've thought we'd soon be apart?

P.P.S. Please ignore any tear stains you may find on this letter. I'm crying now, so I'm going to close my eyes and meet you in my dreams tonight.
 

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May 7, 1964

My Darling,

"Happy Birthday, Baby!" I just received the letter you wrote on April 28th. How sweet of Grandpa to take you to Nashville! Please forgive me for the delay in sending mine to you. I've been so busy with training since I got back here.

I do hope you received the dozen long-stemmed red roses I sent you as a birthday gift. See? I didn't forget! The florist manager assured me they would arrive on time. Oh, how I wish I was with you to celebrate, and even though you'll get this letter a little late, I want to say:

"Thinking back on our life, we've had our share of good times. We've seen some tough times, too...days when just knowing we had each other made all the difference. I know that as long as you're beside me, I have everything I need to be happy. I love being in love with an angel like you. I love that you're strong enough to be gentle, brave enough to be caring, and sensitive enough to know how to make me feel really loved. To me, that's the ultimate measure of a woman. I'm really lucky to have you in my life...and "I LOVE YOU HEART AND SOUL, ANGEL!"

I shall never forget the intimacy we shared before I left for commando training. It was a magnificent evening in the meadow back home. The moon was full as we sat under the willow tree listening to a lone wolf call for its mate.

 

"Why is she not answering him, Bill?"

"Because she's got a headache tonight, Cathy."

"Well, if she doesn't answer him soon, he'll run on down to her...and they'll make whoopie."

Jeez! You were flaunting it big time, Beautiful! You sashayed this way and that, did a seductive twist of your hips, crooked your finger at me, then blew me a kiss. A couple of hours later, after Grandpa came and told us his story, we cuddled up next to one another on the blanket, made love for the first time, then fell asleep. I dreamed of you all dressed in a gorgeous blue nightgown, and I could see the matching lace lingerie. Shee!

"Oh, my word! How long did we sleep, Bill? Is that the old red rooster up at the barn a 'crowing?"

"Pay no attention to him, Cathy, because he could never tell the time of day."

"But, why does he keep on crowing?"

"Well, my guess would be because he's saying, 'Wake up, Cathy and Bill; it's time for seconds!"

"Aw, he's not saying that, you silly gander."
 

"Of course, he is! Because he's my rooster, and I trained him well. So, c'mon back to the blanket, Beautiful, because I'm cold and lonesome."

"Hush your mouth, my mountain man, or I'll tell your Grandma, and she'll whoop your tail with her broom."

 

Yes, Darling! I dreamed of our yesterday in the meadow, and how you are the happiness I cherish and my dearest friend. You are my soulmate and confidant; you are everything to me. You are all the true things in life: family, laughter, and love. You're what makes my heart dance, and my world shine. I'm forever changed by your love, forever blessed and grateful, and I just want to say, "I love you again!" The greatest gift of all is the two of us together forever.

Beginning tomorrow night, I'll be doing three additional hours of "hand-to-hand" martial arts training to make up for the time lost when hospitalized. Of course, I know Grandpa's birthday is in November. However, I'll not be coming home again 'cause I'll already be in Vietnam. Therefore, always remember: "When your nights are lonely, and bed is bare, just touch my picture...and I'll be there. You Betcha! Later...

HKAYK!

All my Love,

Bill

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are sharing every chapter as we write them and plan to finish and publish this novel later this year. If you've been following along, you may notice that our cover has changed. The new picture shows a couple more closely fitting with the year 1964 when this novel takes place. We hope you like it. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. God Bless You! Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** Historic references in this chapter: History of the Grand Ole Opry - https://www.opry.com/history Uncle Jimmy Thompson - Nashville's first "Instant Park" - https://pin.it/4ogzc4cd6bdzxy Pepsi Open House w/Joan Crawford - https://pin.it/rrlz7u6oj35mti References to Oral Roberts and the Civil Rights Demonstration were taken from Nashville Then - April 1964 https://www.tennessean.com/picture-gallery/news/local/2014/04/03/nashville-then-april-1964/7261379/

Chapter 13
Joined-at-the-Hip - Chapter 13

By Tootie

Author Note:

Co-Authored with Bill Bishop (aka Commando)

Hello, Friends!

 

Bill Bishop, aka "Commando," and me, Cathy Waldron, aka "Tootie," are co-authors of this book. Our wish is to make you laugh and cry, then leave you in a state of uncertainty as to what will happen next. We invite you to follow along with us and appreciate your feedback and any recommendations for improvement. As always, thank you for reading our work and best wishes wherever you are.
 

~ Previously ~
 

Beginning tomorrow night, I'll be doing three additional hours of "hand-to-hand" martial arts training to make up for the time lost when hospitalized. Of course, I know Grandpa's birthday is in November. However, I'll not be coming home again 'cause I'll already be in Vietnam. Therefore, always remember: "When your nights are lonely, and bed is bare, just touch my picture...and I'll be there. You Betcha! Later...

HKAYK!

All my Love,

Bill
 

*******
 

May 10, 1964

My Dearest Darling,

Before I get mushy, I want to say, "I LOVE YOU!" Today is Sunday, and I have a few minutes for writing. I'm listening to "Hello, Dolly" by Louis Armstrong, thinking of our first date, those to follow...and now, feeling as though half of my heart is missing. Happiness to me is to be with you. I live with the memory of your caresses and affectionate solicitude. The sweet fragrance of your body continually burns and glows like a flame in my heart. As soulmates, we should feel the freedom to express our needs and our hurts, seven days a week, 24 hours a day. Fighting for our love and never considering being apart, other than for the call of freedom, should forever be our goal in life.

Growing with one another, into the autumn of our lives, holding hands while walking, joined-at-the-hip, down the pathway to happiness is what I live for. Our being together is simply a present from The Almighty, and I thank Him for the gift. I want you to know, as well, that when God made you, He threw away the mold, said "I'm pleased," then sent you down to me. I needed you then, I need you now...and I'll need you through all of our tomorrows. And through it all, I pledge to stand tall and be true to you. Please try to understand, that I'm just a man, must complete my training here, and then go to Vietnam. Of course, there's no doubt I'll forge the fires in the pits of hell. At times I'll stumble, fall, bleed; yet, Ole Glory shall wave forever. Should God call me home while serving my country and fighting for its honor, my spirit will be with you always.

I've got to go now, Darling! I hope you realize how very much I love and miss you. I'll write again later--God willing.

"HKAYK!"

All My Love, All My Life,

Bill
 

*******

May 14, 1964

Dear Diary,

The trip to Nashville was great, and being saved was the ultimate. For days after that very emotional experience, I was on cloud nine. The sky was brighter; the grass greener. I was elated. All I wanted to do was share the "Good News" with everyone I met.

On my birthday, I received a dozen red roses from Bill. It was a nice surprise, and they are still so beautiful. I kept hoping the phone would ring--that he'd be able to call, too--but it didn't happen. Still, it made my heart sing to know he was thinking of me.

After that, though, my mood began to change. Don't get me wrong, I know I am saved. It was life-changing! However, an overwhelming sadness has now descended on me once again. It has wrapped itself around me, and is trying to squeeze the life out of me. The world seems not so bright and new anymore. Rather, it seems dark and gray. I can't seem to get out of my own way. I'm shaking inside--tremors of anxiety. Sleep is my only comfort these days. Food doesn't interest me. All I do is cry when I'm awake. I'm worried that I'm experiencing some sort of depression. Why did God pull Bill and me apart like this? What if something happens to him? God forbid, but my mind races with thoughts of doom and gloom. I try to tell it to shut up. I pray for help--for the light to turn back on and get me through this deep, dark dungeon I find myself in--but for some reason, God has let Satan take over and have his way. Is this a test of my faith? Like Job? I pray, unceasingly, for answers.
 

*******

May 15, 1964

Hello Billy,

Before I go on, I want to assure you that Cathy will be okay, so please do not worry. She is in good hands at the Tennessee Psychiatric Hospital and Institute in Memphis. It's kind of a fur piece down the road, but it's only for a short time, and we've been told that it's the best place for her.

Grandma and I have been concerned about her. She was very depressed after you left here, so that's why I took her to Nashville. It was wonderful to see her smiling again. (You know how beautiful that smile of hers is!) And then when she was saved, why, I was so happy to witness that! She cried buckets of tears that day, but they were tears of happiness. Once we got back home, we both marveled at her change of attitude. She seemed happy again, although she was still missing you.

Unfortunately, things have changed these past few days. She's stopped eating, has been constantly sleeping, and we are worried once more. The final straw came yesterday when she didn't even come out of her room. When I asked her what was wrong, she wouldn't respond, just cry. I had to reach out and get her some help. Oh, what that poor girl is going through!

The doctor there assures us that she'll be all right. He wants to keep her in the hospital for observation, but she'll be coming home again soon. He assures us that rest and relaxation, along with some therapy, is what she needs right now.

Your letter to her came today, and we will bring it to her when we visit. I'm sure it will cheer her up. Again, please don't worry. Cathy has been praying, and both Grandma and I have been praying, too. It is traumatic for her to be away from you, and, as you know, she is a sensitive soul. I keep wondering why God is letting her go through this. Grandma says God has His reasons.

Speaking of Grandma, she and your mama send their love, along with mine. Of course, you know that Cathy loves you so very much. I'm sure you'll also be receiving a letter from her soon.

My brave young man, we are all so proud of you!

Respectfully,

Grandpa

P.S. When I saw Cathy being prayed over by Oral Roberts, it made me recall when I stood on the banks of the Tennessee River watching as you were submerged in the water and baptized by Preacher Cooper. You were only 12 that day you were saved. As you know, once we give our life to the Lord, it doesn't mean we won't have our trials and tribulations, but, with the love of God and the gift of his Son, we will have eternal life. Also, He assures us we will never walk through this world alone again. Christ is with you always, and Christ is also with Cathy. Again, do not worry about her--she will get through this.
 

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May 15, 1964

My Darling,

Today is Friday at 9 pm, and we're through with training until Monday at 5 am. You should've received my letter of May 10th by now. I haven't heard from you since April 28th, and I hope nothing's wrong. Back on March 7th, I told you I'd be going to the Naval Explosive Ordnance School for 16 weeks, then a Joint Services Commando School for 19 weeks. I was notified today that the total weeks of training would be 37, rather than 35. Of course, that don't stop babies from crying and dogs from barking. I'm just keeping you on the same page with me, Sweetheart.

I'm relaxing on the bed, and missing you like a baby deer misses its momma who was shot and killed by a farmer for his family's supper. I remember, so very well, the year I turned 12, and Grandpa took me deer hunting in the north woods. The sun was rising above the trees as we headed out, lickety-split, through the high grass in the meadow. I walked along, filled with pride, carrying Grandpa's shotgun on my shoulder, as Davy Crockett once did on his own. You might say, "I was showing off, somewhat."

Just then, we came to an old trail leading into the woods. The birds were already singing their hellos, and the lone wolf was on his way home from who knows. Quickly raising his hand, Grandpa stopped short.

"Quiet, Billy! Do you see the deer under the cedar tree?"

"Oh, I see it, Grandpa. But it looks so small and all. I just betcha it slipped away from its momma, then got lost."

"Don't you remember my telling you, 'a bird in hand is better than two in a bush'? Now, get the shotgun off your shoulder, shoot the critter, and we'll have venison steak for supper."

"I know I'll not be your hero now, Grandpa, 'cause I can't shoot the baby deer and leave its momma to wander, here and yonder, trying to find it. I remember, as well, you telling me...and God said, 'show kindness to my earthly creatures, and My door shall be open to you.'"

"Okay, Billy! We'll not have venison steak for supper, but rather, leftovers from last night. It's all right, too, because you'll be my hero forevermore...and that's for sure!"

Geez! I'm so tired and sleepy now, Darling, yet, I just had to send my heart to you on a golden platter while saying goodnight. However, does it really matter that I'm not sending it on a silver platter? I'll dream of you, hold you tight, then whisper, "I love you more today,than I did yesterday, and I'll love you more tomorrow." I need you like fish need water, Beautiful. So, PLEASE WRITE TO ME AND GOD BLESS!

All My Love Forever,

Bill


 

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are sharing every chapter as we write them and plan to finish and publish this novel later this year. If you've been following along, you may notice that our cover has changed. The new picture shows a couple more closely fitting with the year 1964 when this novel takes place. We hope you like it. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. God Bless You! Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** Historic references in this chapter: "Hello Dolly" by Louis Armstrong - FYI - 1964 - Mental Retardation Facilities and Community Mental Health Centers Construction Act passed at the National level. Tennessee received $5 million in Federal funds for construction of community mental health centers during the 1960's. Tennessee Psychiatric Hospital and Institute - 1962 = Tennessee Psychiatric Hospital and Institute (now Memphis Mental Health Institute) opened as a facility for short-term treatment and research. Memphis Mental Health Institute (MMHI) is a psychiatric hospital that has been serving the Memphis community since 1962. Hospitalizations are on a voluntary or involuntary basis, or patients can also be referred by the court system for pre-trial evaluations. The hospital offers 2 short-term care units for a total of 55 beds. The mission of Memphis Mental Health Institute is to provide a therapeutic environment centered on compassion and quality care for each individual we serve. It is the vision of MMHI to be recognized for providing person-centered psychiatric care in a therapeutic, supportive, and compassionate environment.

Chapter 14
Crazy Over You! - Chapter 14

By Tootie

Author Note:

Co-Authored with Bill Bishop (aka Commando)

Hello, Friends!

Bill Bishop, aka "Commando," and me, Cathy Waldron, aka "Tootie," are co-authors of this book. Our wish is to make you laugh and cry, then leave you in a state of uncertainty as to what will happen next. We invite you to follow along with us and appreciate your feedback and any recommendations for improvement. As always, thank you for reading our work and best wishes wherever you are.






~ Previously ~
 

Geez! I'm so tired and sleepy now, Darling; yet, I just had to send my heart to you on a golden platter while saying goodnight. However, does it really matter that I'm not sending it on a silver platter? I'll dream of you, hold you tight, then whisper, "I love you more today than I did yesterday, and I'll love you more tomorrow." I need you like fish need water, Beautiful. So, PLEASE WRITE TO ME AND GOD BLESS!"

All My Love Forever,

Bill
 

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Tossing and turning in my sleep, I screamed, "Dear God! Why have you forsaken me by sending Bill so far away? Can't you see my heart is breaking? Can't you see the sad tears in my eyes? Please, please...help me find peace of mind."
 

 

I awoke in a strange room around midnight to the sound of shuffling in the hallway. Someone was being transported, unwillingly, into the hospital.

"Those monsters are coming after me!" a woman screamed.

I felt so sad for her, and I thought, "There but for the grace of God, go I."

"Oh, no! Please don't lock me up. Someone help me," she cried.

"STAT! Put her in the straight-jacket," an orderly called.

She kept screaming and pleading. My heart went out to her. It reminded me of a book titled "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" by Ken Kesey.

"She must be schizophrenic," I thought. Will they give her shock therapy? Or maybe a lobotomy? The thought ran shivers up my spine.

What was I doing here? My situation was quite different since I had admitted myself voluntarily.

Wiping my eyes, I apologized to God for my impatience. Then, I prayed hard for all those less fortunate than me.
 

 

Before daybreak, when all seemed calm again, I quietly got out of bed and walked down to the "padded room" which is for high-risk patients to prevent them from hurting themselves. The door was locked, but had a small shatterproof observation window. After looking around to make sure no one was watching, I put my eyes up to it and peeked in. The woman that was possibly screaming last night was huddled in the corner facing the wall. She was, as well, wearing a straight-jacket, kneeling, and her eyes were closed. Tears were streaming down her face. Oh my...she was singing, although very softly, and the lyrics to the song were soothing, familiar and beautiful.

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me..."
 

*******

"Billy, calm down now! Cathy's gonna be fine. Why are you calling me at this hour?"

"What's going on there, Grandpa? I just got your letter telling me she's in the hospital. How can I help? I had to call right away 'cause I'm worried sick! Should I try for an emergency leave through the Red Cross?"

"There's nothing you can do. As I said, 'she's gonna be fine!' The doctor called today to say, 'he'll discharge her tomorrow, and we can bring her home.'"

"Did the doctor medicate her, and is she still depressed? Why was she in the friggin' hospital in the first place?"

"Questions, questions! Take a deep breath, hush up, and listen for a change. You never were good at that!"

"Mind your manners, Grandpa...and don't yell at me! I'm worried!"

"I'm sorry, Billy! Cathy has been very depressed. Grandma and I were beside ourselves seeing her that way. As you know, she's usually so positive and upbeat. We had to get some help. The doctor suggested running some tests because Cathy has depression in her family. Her great uncle was manic-depressive and died in an alley from self-inflicted starvation. They needed to find out if her depression was hereditary. Also, they didn't want to guess whether or not she was suicidal. Since the hospital is more than a skip, hop and a jump away, it was suggested she stay for a few days."

"Okay, I understand. So, is she coming home now? She's not crazy, is she?"

"Oh, she's crazy all right--crazy over you! Cathy's made herself sick thinking about your welfare and what might happen when you go to 'Nam. She's lost her ability to reason. It's been quite a struggle; yet, the depression is not clinical, nor is she suicidal. I could've told you that right from the get-go!"

"Are they giving her Valium? "

"No, no meds, Billy. Instead, the doctor suggested meditation to relax and ease her mind over time."

"Thanks for the better news. Now, tell me how to reach Cathy 'cause I want to tell her I love her heart and soul."
 

*******

We were all waiting for our morning stretches and group therapy.

"Hey, want a cigarette?" The woman who had been in the padded room extended a Viceroy to me.

"No, thank you," I replied. "The Surgeon General says, 'cigarette smoking is dangerous.'"

She put the cigarette back into the pack, then sat down next to me. She sarcastically responded, "La-di-da, Goody-Two-Shoes!"

With a glaze in her eyes, periodically blowing smoke rings, she continued to stare at me. I could tell she was now heavily medicated.

The radio was on, and the song playing was "Crazy" by Patsy Cline.

A guy sitting across from us started laughing hysterically. He exclaimed, "I'm crazy, you're crazy, we're all crazy!"

I was about to stand up and say, 'I am not,' but that's when the nurse on duty walked into the room.

"Cathy, you have a phone call," the nurse announced.

"It must be Grandma or Grandpa." I stood up to follow her. "Tomorrow they're coming to get me."

I had to admit I was glad to be getting out of this place!

 

"Hello!" I said into the mouthpiece.

"Hey, Beautiful, I love you! And always remember how much. Please get better for me, okay?"

"Honey, I've missed you terribly, and I love you more than you love me!"

My heart seemed to go pitter-patter, skipping a beat. I was so happy to hear Bill's voice. We talked for over an hour, and when I closed my eyes that night, I drifted into an awesome dream of the two of us making love under the willow tree.
 

*******

The doctor came to see me the next morning.

"Thank you, Doctor Caraballo, for all you've done. I truly feel the time here has helped."

"Yes, Cathy, I've already seen an improvement, so based on these observations, along with the results of several tests, there's no need to prescribe any medications at this time. However, once you get back home, if your depressive state gets worse, instead of better, call immediately. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I promise. Now, please keep everything we've discussed between us, okay?"

"Of course, Cathy. Patient confidentiality is very important in my professional practice of psychiatry. I can't share anything, nor would I, without your approval and written permission."
 

 

Such a long journey home, but it was nice talking with Grandpa along the way. Grandma stayed home to welcome us with a delicious supper. I was glad to get back to the little log cabin, yet, in a way, I wondered, "Would I someday sing happy songs with a smile on my face? Would I sashay through the meadow, watching the little deer come near, and hear Bill whisper, "Aw, Darling! Just look over yonder. See momma bird a 'feeding the babies? Will they never stop eating to rest? Jeez! They're nothing but little pigs, although they live and eat in a nest."

Oh, how I missed him! I tried to swallow my hurt, yet, the pain would not go down. "Are you gonna join me, Darling?" I cried; although no one was with me. Just then, the wind rustled through the golden leaves of the trees, and seemed to whisper, "I'm with you in spirit, Sweetheart. And by the grace of God...we'll never part."

"Are You listening, God? Please, bring Bill safely home to me, 'cause I don't wanna live without him!"

It was pitch dark as I sat alone on the blanket beneath the willow tree; although, I figured Grandpa was near, making sure I was okay. The only things in my sight were the lights of a thousand fireflies. "What a blessing to behold," I whispered to myself.

I was getting tired and sleepy. So, I quickly stood up, folded the blanket, became dizzy-headed and almost fell. I was nauseated, and that startled me.

"Oh, my God! Could I possibly be...?"

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are posting each chapter as we complete it and plan to finish and publish this novel later this year. If you've been following along, you may notice that our cover has changed. The new picture shows a couple more closely fitting with the year 1964 when this novel takes place. We hope you like it. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. God Bless You! Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** Quote References: "There but for the grace of God, go I." - Allegedly from a mid-sixteenth-century statement by John Bradford, in reference to a group of prisoners being led to execution. It is quoted as "a recognition that others' misfortune could be one's own, if it weren't for the blessing of the Divine, or for one's luck." "Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me..." Written by John Newton in 1772 Historic references in this chapter: Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT) - formerly known as electroshock therapy, and commonly referred to as shock therapy. "One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest" by Ken Kesey Novel published in 1962. Valium - "Valium was introduced by a Swiss drug company called Roche Labs in 1963, where it quickly became one of mother's little helpers for millions of housewives throughout the '60s and beyond." (https://www.valiumaddiction.com) Surgeon General's 1964 Report - On January 11, 1964, Luther L. Terry, M.D., Surgeon General of the U.S. Public Health Service, released the first report of the Surgeon General's Advisory Committee on Smoking and Health. Viceroy Cigarettes - "Crazy" is a ballad composed by Willie Nelson in 1961. Patsy Cline's recording of this song was the #2 country song in 1962. Unfortunately, Patsy Cline died in a plane crash in March of 1963. Although many have recorded this song over the years, her version is still the most notable.

Chapter 15
Hurrah, Commando! - Chapter 15

By Tootie

Hello, Friends!

Bill Bishop, aka "Commando," co-authors this book with me. Our wish is to make you laugh and cry, then leave you in a state of uncertainty as to what will happen next. We invite you to follow along with us and appreciate your feedback and any recommendations for improvement. As always, thank you for reading our work and best wishes wherever you are.

 

~ Previously ~

It was pitch dark as I sat alone on the blanket beneath the willow tree; although, I figured Grandpa was near, making sure I was okay. The only things in my sight were the lights of a thousand fireflies. "What a blessing to behold," I whispered to myself.

I was getting tired and sleepy. So, I quickly stood up, folded the blanket, became dizzy-headed and almost fell. I was nauseated, and that startled me.

"Oh, my God! Could I possibly be...?"
 

*******

"It's so great that Bill's been able to call a few times a week," I commented to Grandma and Grandpa. "I sure wish he was coming with us."

"May God protect him while he's away," Grandma replied. "Lord willing, he'll be traveling these roads many times again, as he did when he was just a little boy. He's always loved the Smoky Mountains. Why, I remember him saying he'd like his ashes spread throughout these mountains if'n..."

"Grandma, hush on up," interrupted Grandpa. "We're gonna be lookin' down from Heaven a long, long time before that ever happens!" He looked back at her through his rearview mirror and frowned. "Billy's gonna come on home safe and sound, and knowing how strong and brave that boy is, he'll be covered in medals of honor, too."

Grandpa was driving the truck and concentrating on the road. He was also focused on the flask of moonshine hidden in the inside pocket of his coat. Grandma would whoop him with her broom, real hard, if she found out. Taking even a sip right now was out of the question.

As they drove through the Smoky Mountains, heading east, the 42 miles to Cherokee, North Carolina, seemed extra-long today. Once they arrived there, where Uncle Luke (Luga, in Indian) lived, Grandpa planned to make a quick getaway with his brother so they could drink that moonshine.

"So, what did Bill have to say when he called this morning?" Grandma asked.

"I'll spare you the mushy stuff, which was about 90 percent of our conversation. Actually, would you mind much if I told you later. My stomach's a little queasy all of a sudden. In fact, it's a lot queasy! Grandpa, stop the truck...NOW!"

Grandpa quickly pulled off to the side of the road, and I got out just in time. Lurching forward, I lost the contents of my stomach in a matter of seconds. When I sat back down in my seat and closed the passenger door, I apologized for getting sick. That's when Grandpa handed me a folded up map.

"I wish I had some mint leaves with me, but I ain't wearing my bib overalls, and that's where I keep 'em. Here, open this map up some and press it against your belly, young lady. It also helps car sickness. My, my, this here's the second time you've gone and done this on me."

"But, Grandpa...."

"No buts! Listen up, because I know what I'm talking about." He looked at me sternly until I did as he said.

Grandma was quick to put in her two-cents, too. "You've been rather peaked lately. Maybe you're coming down with something."

"No, I'll be okay. No worries." But I was worried. What if.... I couldn't think about that now. The time was moving on, and I'd find out soon enough.

We continued along on our journey, and although I figured the reservation itself would be quite interesting, and I was eager to meet another member of Bill's family, it was the cherry picking I was most looking forward to. Grandma told me it was prime picking time there, and North Carolina had the best black cherries around. We were going to get us enough to make a couple of pies when we got back home again. One would be for Grandpa, and the other one I'd ship to Bill. Oh, he'll be thrilled because he sure does love cherry pie!

Before we did get back home, though, we'd return by way of Nashville to finally see a show at the Grand Ole Opry. Grandpa had been promising it since we visited there last month. I was excited about that, too, but nervous I'd get sick again. "One day at a time," I reminded myself.

Although my stomach was still queasy, I was feeling much better now. Grandma started singing "Blue Ridge Mountain Blues" to pass the time. Grandpa and I joined in, and before we knew it, we were at the entrance to the reservation.

"This has been part of Cherokee homeland for thousands of years," Grandpa exclaimed. "Here is where I come from, and I'm dang right proud of it!"
 

*******
 

After talking with Cathy earlier in the week, and her telling me that she, Grandpa, and Grandma were driving to the Cherokee Indian Reservation, and then to a show at the Grand Ole Opry, I was happier than David was when he brought down Goliath with a sling and rock. I knew how much I enjoyed visiting both throughout the years, and was sure Cathy would have a good time. A family vacation with Grandpa and Grandma was just what she needed.

They were expected to be home tonight, and I was missing her. I thought about giving her a ring, but it had been a long day and I was exhausted, so I went to bed.

Before falling asleep, I thought back on our parting words before I left for training--"I want our goodbye kiss to last forever, Darling!" Just then, the train whistle had blown, signaling it was time to go. "Clickety-Clack" went the wheels down the track. The dreaded moment had come. Having said our vows earlier that February day under the willow tree, we had promised to love and honor one another and never part.

"Lights out, Commandos!"
 

*******

"Rise and shine, 'cause your behinds are mine, Boy Scouts!" yelled the Master Instructor.

Ouch! Calling me a boy scout is worse than being slapped across the face with a leather glove. "Oh, my turn is just around the bend," I whispered to myself.

Jumping from bed, into the shower, then into my uniform, I headed out to eat breakfast. Was I hungry? You betcha! Grandpa once told me, "I can eat a whole bull, with the exception of his horns!" Well, I'm thinking there's one more exception!

"Halt, Commando," called the Master Instructor.

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

"Aww, shucks! What had I done wrong now?" Quickly stopping at the dining room entrance, I waited to be reprimanded.

"Relax, Bill! Your team members should be arriving soon."

"Team members, Sir?"

"Yes, the Commandant has handpicked you to lead six others on a 'Special Forces Combat Team' mission once you graduate. The mission is classified top secret. So, shut your mouth...understood?"

"Yes, Chief; yet, how are we to eat?"

"Through a Commando straw, 'cause the food will be pulverized!"

"Jiminy Crickets! Grandpa told me, 'There would be times in my life when I'd have to stand up; yet, shut-up!'"

"Your Grandpa's a wise man, Bill!"
 

*******

Hmm! I had already made two of my three authorized phone calls this week, but I couldn't wait to call Cathy and break the news about being selected to lead the team. I ran down to the control room, signed in, then picked up the phone and dialed home.

"Hello! This is Bill...to whom am I speaking?"

"Hurrah! This is Grandpa, Billy. Stop being so formal! Now, how many bears have you shot since you've been there?"

"Nary a one! I gotta save my ammunition for the Vietcong. Is Cathy there?"

"Yes, let me fetch her."

"Give my love to Grandma and tell her I'm doing fine. Once I get home, we'll sneak up the mountain and drink us some Muscadine wine. Okay, Grandpa?"

"Sure thing! Please be careful, Billy. Now, here's Cathy."

"Sweet Jesus, I miss you heart and soul, Darling!" I blurted out before she even had a chance to speak. "I would've given my last pair of overalls to have gone with you, Grandpa and Grandma. Did you, perchance, hear Johnny Cash perform at the Opry, Beautiful?"

"Yes, Honey! And what's more, I sent down a request for him to sing 'I Walk the Line' and dedicate it to you. He did, and it was awesome. After finishing it, he gave you a salute. Did you know he spent four years in the Air Force?"'

"Of course, and he's the best singer I've heard so far! Now, I must share this with you. The word is MUM. This is top classified secret! I have been 'hand-picked' to lead a seven man 'Special Forces Combat Team' on a secret mission in Vietnam once we finish training here. It is an honor; yet, risky! I'll tell you more when I'm home prior to being flown over there. Shucks, my phone time is up already...got to go now! I think of you 24-7 and dream of you nightly. Please give my love to all and God Bless."

"Take care, my beautiful mountain man and hurry on home to us. You are always in our prayers. 'I love you more than I did before, and I'll love you forever!'"

Tears began to roll down my face knowing we wouldn't talk again for several days. The pain of being long distance tore at my heart. Oh no, I can't cry, 'cause Grandpa told me when I was only seven, "Grown men don't cry in public; they go out behind the barn where no one will see them!"

"But I'm not all grown up, Grandpa...I'm just a little boy, and I can't find a barn to get behind!" I yelled.

Like sand through an hourglass...the years had passed.
 

*******

"Out of bed and listen up, Commandos! This is our first day together as a 'Joint Services Commando Team'. For those of you who don't know, I have been selected by the Secretary of the Air Force to lead us on all classified missions in Vietnam after we finish training here. My name is Bill Bishop, an Air Force Commando and 'Explosive Ordnance Disposal Expert'. Please stand and identify yourselves."

"Larry Watts, an Air Force Commando, as well, and Ambush Expert."

"David Cook, an Army Green Beret and Intelligence."

"Don Wilson, an Army Ranger and Language Expert." 
 
"Jeffery Powers, a Navy Seal and Underwater Expert."

"Ken Padget, a Marine and Intelligence."

"Chuck Bolden, a U.S. Coast Guard Strategy Expert."

"Thank you, my brothers! It is an honor meeting you. I have always tried to ask first...rather than give orders to anyone. So, please keep that in mind, Okay? There will be times in our training that I will ask you to accept what we do here in Florida to be considered real as in combat. Should I give an order, do it! Follow it immediately or your asses belong to me. Do all of you hear and understand me clearly, Commandos?"

"Yes, Sir!  We could hear you all the way from the Smoky Mountains, Boss!"

"From this moment on...call me Bill! Where are we, heroes?" 

"A swamp in the jungle of Vietnam."

"Okay, let's cross the swamp...then go kick ass!" 
 

 

(For those of you readers who don't know, the swamps in Florida and Vietnam both have alligators.)
 

As we moved slowly through the murky water, grass, and smelly whatever, I heard Larry yell, "Bill! Get out of the water quick! There's an alligator swimming towards you!"

"Sweet Jesus, my feet are stuck in the quicksand; and, I cannot pull them loose. Please toss a grenade on the gator, Larry!"
 

*******

We're sorry to leave you hanging, Friends! That Bill--he's always finding himself in these predicaments! Be sure to come back to see if he can get himself out of this one! Chapter 16 is already in the works and coming soon.
Thank you all for following along.
God Bless.
Bill & Cathy
 

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are posting each chapter as we complete it and plan to finish and publish this novel later this year. If you've been following along, you may notice that our cover has changed. The new picture shows a couple more closely fitting with the year 1964 when this novel takes place. We hope you like it. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. Respectfully, Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** References: - Cherokee, NC & The Cherokee Indian Reservation (https://www.romanticasheville.com/cherokee.htm) The following video is recent, but has great photography. Enjoy! - Johny Cash From Wikipedia: "Cash enlisted in the United States Air Force on July 7, 1950. After basic training at Lackland Air Force Base and technical training at Brooks Air Force Base, both in San Antonio, Texas, Cash was assigned to the 12th Radio Squadron Mobile of the U.S. Air Force Security Service at Landsberg, Germany. He worked as a Morse code operator intercepting Soviet Army transmissions. While at Landsberg he created his first band, "The Landsberg Barbarians". On July 3, 1954, he was honorably discharged as a staff sergeant, and he returned to Texas. During his military service, he acquired a distinctive scar on the right side of his jaw as a result of surgery to remove a cyst." The song "I Walk The Line" was released on May 1st, 1956. Johny's first appearance at the Grand Ole Opry was on July 7th, 1956. This was the same day he met his future wife, June Carter. - Blue Ridge Mountain Blues (There's a short commercial at the beginning. Worth watching!)

Chapter 16
The Premonition - Chapter 16

By Tootie

~Previously~


As we moved slowly through the murky water, grass, and smelly whatever, I heard Larry yell, "Bill! Get out of the water quick! There's an alligator swimming towards you!"

"Sweet Jesus, my feet are stuck in the quicksand; and, I cannot pull them loose. Please toss a grenade on the gator, Larry!"

 

*******


 

 

Kaboom! The grenade exploded, and a large greasy spot appeared on the water. My face and mouth were saturated with pulverized gator meat; yet, the worst part was, the meat was tough...and I couldn't chew and swallow it down! Grandpa had told me when I was seven, "Billy, there will be times when some things will stick in your craw. "Damn! Did you always have to be right, Grandpa?"

"A Salute, Larry! Way to go, Commando. I owe you for throwing the grenade on the gator...like a hot potato. I guess you know you saved my ass, brother."

"Of course, I do...and I saved the rest of you, too!"

"C'mon, along. Let's sing a happy song and go on home. Home away from home, that is! It's been a long and eventful day, and we're all here to say, 'tomorrow is only a blink of the eye away'...HURRAY!"

Walking along the track to what we call our shack, I remembered crystal clear the year I was 11, and Grandpa told me, "Premonition dreams or precognitive dreams are an ability to gain information about an upcoming event prior to it happening.

"How will I know if they are premonitions, or if I'm just dreaming normal, Grandpa?"

"These dreams are not common," he replied. "They are a certain form, but please remember that not all dreams serve as premonitions."

Hmm! "Then are they real or just a figment of the imagination only appearing in fairy tales?" I wondered.

Being exhausted from the day's activities, I laid back on my bunk and felt myself slowly slipping forward like a snail on a trail of tomorrow....
 

*******

Grandpa, Grandma, and I were in front of the console TV watching Walter Cronkite on CBS. It had just been announced that the body of Jim Reeves had been found, along with his wrecked plane, about 220 miles away from Pigeon Forge, in Brentwood, Tennessee.

"Dang, he was such a great singer," Grandpa commented. "Adios Amigo."

Immediately, Grandma started singing, "Adios amigo, adios my friend. The road we have traveled has come to an end."
 

*******

Rat-a-tat! Heavy rifle fire sent chills up my spine. We quickly descended the ladder, then dropped among the body parts on the ground. How ironic that we and the Vietcong guerrillas should arrive at the same time.

VA-room, VA-room! Two mortar rounds fell short, then exploded. The third fell among us, but didn't explode upon contact with the ground.

"Get down, Commandos! They are using delayed timers," I screamed.

Immediately throwing my body on top of the mortar round, I yelled, "Haul ass, men...I'll wrestle this bear!"

VA-room! The round exploded. I felt a gaping hole in my belly and saw blood and guts everywhere. Next thing I knew, someone was holding my head in their lap.

"Oh My God! Why did you do it, Bill?" Larry asked.

"Because I was closest, brother! Now, my boots...get them off quick...because I don't want to die with them on!"

"They're off!"

"Thanks! Now, I got to know...."

"Just ask me, Hero!"

"The two rainbow trout we caught in the Smokies--whose was bigger, mine or yours?"

"Why, yours, of course, Bill! Can you believe that?"

"Could, but I won't, because you never lied well, Commando!"

Clickety-clack! I hear the train a comin' down the track to get me, carry me home...and never carry me back! "Please tell Cathy, Grandpa, and Grandma, 'I love them, and I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer'. It's time to climb to the mountain top, thank God for having touched my face...and for sending down His most beautiful Angel to walk with me--from place to place."

"My friend, even at a time like this, you're so damn dramatic!"

"Of course, I am! I got that gene from Grandpa!"

The pain was intense, and my eyesight was blurring up. I was very weak, but had to keep talking before I couldn't anymore...and that was coming fast.

"Ah, damn, this hurts!" I groaned. "Hey, hey, hey, I must walk alone now...on through the hallowed grounds. I can hear the sound of TAPS echoing across the headstones of our brave men and women who died in the folds of Old Glory. HURRAH, I yell...and 'SALUTE' them! It's been nice knowing you all, but I must run along now!"

"Why are you always in a hurry, Bill? I have something else to tell you."

"Just write to me, Commando...and address it to God--I'll get it!"

As I slowly began climbing the stairway to God, I whispered, "Oh, we forged the fires in the pits of hell; we burned, stumbled and bled. Yet, through it all...we stood tall; and marched on to fight another day." I smiled as I felt myself leaving this world. 

"I can't believe it--he's dead!" Larry cried. "Why God? Why was Bill closer to the mortar round than me? We were joined-at-the-hip...and I'm so angry with You!"
 

*******

"Good Lord! Dot the i's and cross the t's...wake up, Bill!"

"Why are you yelling at me, Larry?"

"That must have been quite an awful dream, huh? At times, you sounded like Roger Miller singing "Chug-a-Lug!"

"Oh, no! It was a 'precognitive dream'. We were already fighting the guerrillas in Vietnam."

"Pass me the bananas, please! Kind of ugly fellows; yet, hungry, right?" Larry chuckled as he gave me a quick jab on the shoulder.

"Jeez! I almost forgot...I have one phone call remaining," I whispered. Jumping from my cot, I ran outside, over to the phone, dialed Grandpa's number, and Cathy answered.

"Hi, Beautiful!" I said.

"Yay! It's you, Honey. God just sent me a gift!"

"He sent me one some time ago...and it was you. Thanks for the cherry pie--yummy, yummy! I ate it all up, just like the big bad wolf and Little Red Riding Hood...remember, Sweetheart?"

"Oh My!" she replied. "I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I'll make plenty more for you when you come home, prior to going to Vietnam."

"Goody, Goody! Will I be sleeping alone, because I snore?"

"Hush your mouth, silly gander! You know we only have one bed. Just don't pull the cover--Baby, Baby! Are you sure everything's okay, Handsome?"

"Don't know yet, Darling! I'm still waiting for God to tell me. Now, listen up. I'm graduating next month, and I know you all are coming. How about you and me going on a little vacation before I head on over to the battle zone? We could go to Panama City Beach. I've got it all planned out. We'll dine at the Treasure Ship, then get us a nice suite. That's where I'll teach you some of my Commando moves; yet, don't worry, I'll save the special one for dessert. The thought of you and me doing things like we did under the willow tree will keep my heart pumping...and my pony jumping!"

"Hush and behave yourself...Grandma may be listening! But, you know, you got my body quakin', and my heart achin'."

"Dang it! I don't know how much longer I can live without you. You are my Angel...and I LOVE YOU HEART AND SOUL! I must go now...GOD BLESS! Give my best to Grandma and Grandpa."

As I walked away from the phone booth, an old bluetick hound dog came up to me, licked my hand, and whimpered. I growled at it...then yelled, "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT...DON'T YOU KNOW THAT?" It looked sad as it continued on. "Aww, I'm so sorry I growled at you and said those cruel words; yet, the Devil had a hold on me!" The hound dog stopped, looked back at me, and smiled. "What a shame," I thought. The poor old fellow has no teeth; but, that's okay, because I'll have him some dentures made tomorrow.

"Please, someone call the doctor because Bill's lost it!" Larry yelled out to our Commando brothers.

"I lost it a long time ago when the doctor dropped me on my head at birth!"
 

*******

The thought of Bill going into the jungles of Vietnam made me tremble to the bone. I didn't want to cry while we were talking on the phone. So, I tried to stay cheerful.

The next morning, President Johnson publicly addressed the nation regarding U.S. ships being attacked off the coast of North Vietnam. Our involvement in the war had suddenly escalated.

"Grandpa, what does that mean for Bill?" I asked. "He's going to be in even more danger with the war heating up, isn't he? Why's this happening?"

"Aww, Honey, please don't worry none. Bill's got to go, as you know. Stay brave and positive for him. That's the best we all can do right now."

"We'll keep him in our prayers for God to protect him," added Grandma. She sadly looked over at me.

"Dear God," I said, while on my knees before I went to bed that night, "Please make sure Bill's gonna be all right...because he's the best of the best, and as you know, I love him so and I can't live without him."

Afterwards, I cried myself to sleep, then had a disturbing dream of Bill jumping on a grenade and losing his life. I woke up in a cold sweat and screamed for help. While looking upward and clenching my fists, I shouted, "IS THIS A PREMONITION, GOD? YOU CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN!" Suddenly, I felt a fluttering, soft as butterfly wings, right below my belly.

I'm not lollygagging around any longer. The time has come, and I'm going to tell Bill tomorrow...that I'm pregnant with our baby!
 

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How will Bill take the news?
Is 'the premonition' gonna come true?
Will the baby grow up without a daddy?
Stay tuned...Chapter 17 is coming soon!

We thank you all for reading our work
and for your continued support.
God Bless,
Bill (Commando) & Cathy (Tootie)

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are posting each chapter as we complete it and plan to finish and publish this novel early next year. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. Respectfully, Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** References: Walter Cronkite was anchorman for the CBS news for 19 years (1962 -1981). Jim Reeves, also known as Gentleman Jim, was a popular Nashville singer and songwriter. He died when his private plane crashed on July 31, 1964. Roger Miller's song "Chug-a-lug" was released in May, 1964. He had many hits, including "King of the Road" (January, 1965). President Johnson's address on 08/04/1964 regarding the Gulf of Tonkin Incident:

Chapter 17
Strong Chain - Chapter 17

By Tootie

~Previously~

 

Afterwards, I cried myself to sleep, then had a disturbing dream of Bill jumping on a grenade and losing his life. I woke up in a cold sweat and screamed for help. While looking upward and clenching my fists, I shouted, "IS THIS A PREMONITION, GOD? YOU CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN!" Suddenly, I felt a fluttering, soft as butterfly wings, right below my belly.

I'm not lollygagging around any longer. The time has come, and I'm going to tell Bill tomorrow...that I'm pregnant with our baby!
 

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Somewhere off in the swamp, I heard a wolf call for its mate. "Geez! It's only four o'clock in the morning," I said to myself as no one else was awake. The black clouds in the northern sky rolled and tumbled, causing the rays of light from the moon to dim even further. The stifling feeling intensified with every breath I took. I kicked, tossed, and tumbled; then memories momentarily comforted me.

"Welcome home, Billy! Golly, it's hard to believe that you are 23 already. Seems like only yesterday, when you were just a little guy, maybe 4 or 5, and I took you fishing for the first time. You were so small I had to bait your hook, then help you hold the pole; yet, when the fish swallowed the worm--we got it! Oh, my goodness! It was a whopper, too! I remember you saying, 'Grandpa, I did most of the catching, didn't I?' I was so proud of you, Billy...and I'm even prouder of you today. Please remember what I said here as you journey along the pathway to God."

I wish those great memories had continued, but, suddenly, another disturbing premonition flashed before my eyes.

I came home from Commando Training and saw Grandma standing by Grandpa's bed while talking to Doctor Smith. His face looked pale, and Grandma was crying her heart out! Putting his arm around her, the doctor said, "Grandpa's gone!"

Grandma cried even harder, then asked, "Where's Billy?"

"I'm sitting over here in Grandpa's chair. Papa's not dead; he's only taking a nap. Once he wakes up, we're going fishing in the old blue hole because he promised to take me."

"I'm sorry, Billy! He's with Jesus now!" The doctor said.

"Don't say that again! 'Cause I don't want to hear it."

We gave Grandpa a funeral, and so many came from all around. There were farmers in overalls, white shirts and black ties. Their wives wore pleated skirts, white blouses, and bonnets of many colors. Golly! I almost forgot. I counted seven poodles on leashes wearing red bows on their heads. Although it was a sad moment, I thought it was so funny because I always saw old hound dogs with floppy ears. Of course, "this old world has room for them all," Grandpa always said.
 

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"Shame on you, Bill! Sleeping in, huh? Are you aware that you were having a nightmare? What is wrong with you, Commando?"

"It wasn't a nightmare--it was a premonition of my grandpa dying."

"Sweet Jesus! You're having too many of those these days. I'm scheduling you an appointment with our psychiatrist. Of course, after talking with you, he'll probably need counseling as well. But, as for now, get your heroes herded up, go into the swamp, then kick ass! Oh, did I mention, that's not a 'premonition'--it's an order!"

"You just did, Sir!"

The Lieutenant's order was crystal clear. Two of my basic senses were working great--my sight and hearing. As I walked along the bunks where my fellow commandos were sleeping, I felt pride jump inside my heart. Nary a one of them would hesitate to give up their life for me, nor I for them. We're brothers, joined-at-the-hip by "STRONG CHAIN...AND I THANK GOD FOR HIS GIFT."

"What's a 'matter, boy scouts? Waiting for mamma to serve you breakfast in bed? On your feet, Commandos; wash your tails, and whatever else smells, then let's eat! During our meal, I'll brief you on our training procedures for today. From this moment on...and until we return here tonight, we must--at all cost, speak and act so as to make it appear that something is real--when in fact it is not. The Senior Commandos here will play the 'pretending role' of the Vietnamese guerrillas in the swamps of Vietnam. The ammunition in our guns and explosives in the grenades will be removed; however, the caps will remain to 'pop and smoke!' The bottom line, 'to successfully complete our training, then earn the recognition of excellence in 'theatrics' from our Commandant...we got to know when to hold them; yet, when to fold them, too!'"
 

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Rat-a-tat-tat! We fired our guns until the barrels were hot; but the guerrillas kept a 'coming! Kaboom! We tossed our grenades, and some ran away; while others laid bleeding, appearing dead on the ground.

"Dear, God! Will we ever stop killing one another, and live in peace with our brothers and sisters?" I yelled. "That's it, Commandos! Safe your weapons and let's go home."

As we walked back to our grass shack, I felt sad and all alone. Of course, it all came with the package; It was as though I was taking two steps forward, then sliding back three. Aww, I'll be alright, because I'll call Cathy tomorrow and share my innermost feelings with her. I'll tell her:

"If I could, I would catch shooting stars right from the heavens so that you could gaze upon them every day. I would make a bouquet of a hundred dandelion heads so that you may have a thousand wishes. I would spin gold and moonlight to give you starry wings.

I would gather wildflowers from a meadow to make you dainty crowns. I would ask the wind to whisper my love until the day it blew to you. I would make the world stop spinning just so you could watch the sunset for one moment longer. I would ask the sea to try and match the color of your eyes so that you may look upon the water and smile, then laugh.

I would tell the world to draw me a map so that I could find my way back to you. So maybe one day when you hear what the wind has murmured, you will look upon your wings and see your flower crown, and you will find your way back to me. So that maybe one day I can hold you again in my arms and whisper the words myself...I Love you...Yes, SOMEDAY!"

"Goodnight, Commandos! It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

I was dog tired as I lay my head down to sleep, hoping for continued happier thoughts, and no more premonitions!
 

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My sleep was disruptive throughout the night. I kept thinking of Bill and worrying about his safety. I dreamed of a gigantic bomb exploding, annihilating us all, like the Lyndon Johnson ad for re-election that I had seen on television. At some point, I must've fallen into a deep sleep because next thing I knew, the warmth of the sunlight was shining on my face. When I opened my eyes and looked at the alarm clock beside my bed, I couldn't believe it was almost 10 a.m. I immediately jumped out of bed which made me a bit dizzy, most likely because of my condition. I gathered my bearings and hurried to the kitchen. Grandma always had breakfast on the table for us by now. Why didn't they come and wake me up?

When I got there, I was surprised that it appeared Grandma and Grandpa hadn't eaten yet. The hickory smell of fresh coffee and the sweet aroma of Grandma's griddle cakes were nowhere in the air. They didn't tell me they were going anywhere; something must be wrong.

"Grandma? Grandpa? Where are you?" I yelled out.

"In here," Grandma answered. She was calling from their bedroom. I headed in that direction, and when I got to the doorway, my eyes didn't want to believe what they were seeing. Grandpa was on the feather bed, a quilt tucked up to his chin, and lying so very still. He looked pale and wasn't talking. That was so unlike him, because he always had a lot to say, even when he was tired.

"I think he's had a heart attack. He's barely breathing," Grandma told me. I could see tears on her cheeks that she quickly wiped away with a handkerchief. She was a strong woman, so I knew she was trying to stay brave. "I've already called the doctor and he's a 'comin'. There ain't nothing we can do right now, but keep a watch over him and pray."

Right that moment, I ran to his side and dropped to my knees. I held onto Grandpa's cold hand and cried, "GOD, PLEASE...."

Just then, the doctor arrived, checked his vitals, turned to Grandma and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, his prognosis looks grim. Of course, I'll do everything I can."

"What can we do to help, Doctor?" Grandma asked.

"Join hands and ask God for a miracle!" the doctor replied.
 

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There...we've done it again--we've left you hangin'!
Now you gotta come on back to find out what's happened to Grandpa.
Stay tuned...Chapter 18 is just around the corner!

We thank you all for reading our work
and for your continued support.
Happy New Year & God Bless,
Bill (Commando) & Cathy (Tootie)

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are posting each chapter as we complete it and plan to finish and publish this novel early next year. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. Respectfully, Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** References: Dandelions - The children's book "Dandelion" written by Don Freeman was published in 1964. Although not about a flower dandelion, it is a cute story and worth referencing. Don Freeman is also the author of "Corduroy" and many other children's books. Now to reference the flower dandelion, here's the poem, "The Dandelion" by American Poet Vachel Lindsay (November 10, 1879 - December 5, 1931). Controversial Lyndon Johnson campaign advertisement (1964) -

Chapter 18
Grandpa's Footprints!-Chapter 18

By Tootie

~Previously~


Just then, the doctor arrived, checked Grandpa's vitals, turned to Grandma and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, his prognosis looks grim. Of course, I'll do everything I possibly can."

"What can we do to help, Doctor?" Grandma asked."

"Join hands and ask God for a miracle!" the doctor replied.


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I could hear everyone talking around me; yet, I couldn't move or say a word. Lately, I'd been having chest pains, but told no one. Earlier, I had met with an attorney to look over my will. No way was I going to leave Grandma without a penny in her pocket. Of course, Billy and Cathy would need some money to start a family once he returned from the war...that is, if he returned.

Life's been good to me overall. I can remember the first time I laid eyes on Grandma. Wow! She was a beauty. Since then, I've seen her go from blond to gray, and she's still the most beautiful lady in the whole wild world to me. Why, I'm the luckiest man alive to have her as my bride. She's been by my side through thick and thin. She's put up with my flamboyant ways, my moonshining days, and my more than occasional cussing and complaining. "Where did everyone go? Why can't I hear you any more?" I tried to say as I felt myself slipping back to earlier scenes in life...
 

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As the golden rays of an eastern sunrise warmed my bones, I stood tall--with my shoulders straight, chin up, chest out, and proud to be an American soldier of the 82nd Airborne Division, and, as well, a Tennessee Mountain Man. The year was 1918, we were in Germany ... and ready to kick ass.

Kaboom! "Hit the trench, men!" I yelled. "They're firing 'Big Bertha' their Super Gun."

Just then, our trench was saturated with shells filled with phosgene gas. Some of us were able to put on our protective masks, yet, others were not. Within seconds, those who were exposed died from a build-up of fluid in their lungs, later called "Dry Land Drowning."

"Why was I feeling so sleepy all of a sudden?" I wondered. The bombardment had ceased but I could still feel the rattle in my bones. Then, I remembered dancing with Grandma to the song, "If You Were the Only Girl in the World" before I went off to war. Oh, my! Her body was pressed close to mine--oh, so fine, while we drank a quart of muscadine wine. I do swear, that knowing she is home waiting for me is what has kept me alive. Suddenly, I felt myself moving forward, and saw the past rushing by.
 

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"Grandpa's had a heart attack and there is some damage, although we don't know how much yet," the doctor said to Grandma. "We have to keep a watch on him in ICU for at least 24 hours and run some tests. Right now, he's just lucky to be alive."

"Oh, my beautiful mountain man," Grandma said as she stood by his side and looked down on him. She stroked his head and gave him a kiss on his sallow cheek. Grandpa didn't respond and appeared so frail.

There was a little commotion as the medics came and moved him from his bed to the stretcher. Grandpa still didn't open his eyes. They attached some tubes, and, as they were headed to the ambulance, Grandma called out, "I'm coming with you!" She turned to Cathy, and said, "Now you call Billy and let him know. He wouldn't forgive us if we didn't tell him."
 

*******
 

My hands were shaking as I dialed the emergency number Bill had given me. After two rings, a stern voice answered. 

"Hello...how can I help you?"

"Hello, my name is Cathy. I'm Bill Bishop's fiancée. We have an emergency here. I need to speak with him right away!"

"Lady, this is a big place and I have no clue, offhand, who Bill Bishop is," the man replied.

"Oh, if you'd met him, you wouldn't forget him! Please...it's a matter of life and death."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but you aren't his immediate family."

"I'm begging you. Have him call me as soon as possible. He knows the number." I began to cry and the man's voice softened.

"Okay, tell me his name again. I'm not promising anything, but I'll see what I can do."
 

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It wasn't long before Bill called back.

"Hi Darlin', what's the emergency?" he asked. "Let me guess...you're having our baby! Goody, Goody!"

"How did you know? I haven't told a soul yet, and my doctor's not talking!" Cathy replied.

"That's a good one, Beautiful! I was only joking with you."

"Ah...but, Honey, I'm not joking with you."

There was sudden silence before Cathy went on. "I was going to tell you, but then Grandpa...well, he's in ICU. He's had a heart attack and there's no telling if he's going to get through this."

"Awe, Honey! Don't worry, because Grandpa's made of strong chain and he's going to make it. I'll get an emergency leave to come home, and we'll get his heart pumping again like new. I'm going to be a daddy, too, and I want to feel our baby kicking inside you. Now, listen up...I'll be home before the next teardrop falls."

"Please be careful, my darling...'I LOVE YOU HEART AND SOUL!'" Cathy replied as she began to dry her eyes.

"Right back atcha, Beautiful!"
 

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Once explaining the dilemma to the Commandant, he had orders cut and I was homeward bound. Not having money for a bus ticket, I would hitchhike as I had done many times earlier in life. I grabbed my duffle bag, threw in the bare essentials, then headed out. Walking along the road, I held my thumb up, smiled, then saluted the passing motorists. All at once, the driver of a '64 VW Bus pulled off onto the side of the road, then yelled, "C'mon, turkey--get in, and let's gobble!"

"Damn it ... just my luck. Another Greenwich Village beatnik lost in Florida," I said to myself.

I slowly walked up to the red and white bus, took my hand, did my commando squeeze on his Adam's apple, then said, "If you ever call me turkey again--it better be on Thanksgiving Day." Now, by the grace of God you're still alive, so, haul ass!"

As I watched him drive away, my thoughts returned to a Thanksgiving of yesterday.
 

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"Grandpa! You promised me when I turned eight years old, you'd take me turkey hunting on Thanksgiving. Well, as you know, I turned eight a while ago, and tomorrow's Thanksgiving."

"You, betcha it is, Billy! So, go do your chores, jump in bed, then get a heap of sleep. 'Cause we'll be heading out when the rooster crows at daylight."

Grandpa and I went hunting early Thanksgiving morning. Both of us bagged a whopper, and Grandma cooked 'em for supper--yummy, yummy! The love we shared with one another, remains etched on my mind.
 

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"Geez! Come on back from yesterday!" I said to myself, 'cause you have a long way to go to be with Grandma, Grandpa, Cathy, and our baby. At that moment, I heard a horn sound--turned around, and saw an 18-wheeler coming my way.

"Sweet Jesus! What's a 'matter with that fool driver? He's lost control of the truck and is going to run over me! Why me, God?"

I heard a thud, then felt myself tumbling along the road. Although the darkness was walking across my eyes, I saw Cathy smile, wave, then heard her say, "We're waiting, Honey--hurry along!"
 

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Will Bill die? Will the baby grow up without a daddy? Stay tuned...
Chapter 19 is coming soon!
We thank you for reading our work
and your continued support.
God Bless,
Bill (Commando) & Cathy (Tootie)

 

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are posting each chapter as we complete it and plan to finish and publish this novel early next year. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. Respectfully, Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** References: The 82nd Airborne Division - "The 82nd's role in the operation called for the division to fight astride the Aire River, moving north. The division captured St. Juvin on October 14, 1918, and defended it against a heavy counter-attack the following day. During its service in the Meuse-Argonne, the 82nd suffered more than 7,000 casualties." (www.blog.refactortactical.com/blog/the-82nd-division) Big Bertha - Phosgene Gas - Phosgene is produced by passing purified carbon monoxide and chlorine gas through a bed of porous activated carbon, which serves as a catalyst. Phosgene Gas is very poisonous and was used as a chemical weapon during World War I where it was responsible for 85,000 deaths. "If You Were The Only Girl In The World," sung by Henry Burr - VW Bus (also known as station wagon) - Greenwich Village & Beatniks -

Chapter 19
A Lullaby for Baby - Chapter 19

By Tootie

Greetings Friends!


Bill Bishop (aka Commando) co-authors this book with me. Our wish is to make you laugh and cry, then leave you in a state of uncertainty as to what will happen next. We invite you to follow along with us and will appreciate your feedback and recommendations for improvement. As always, thank you for reading our work and best wishes wherever you are.


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~Previously~

At that moment, I heard a horn sound--turned around, and saw an 18-wheeler coming my way.

"Sweet Jesus! What's a 'matter with that fool driver? He's lost control of the truck and is going to run over me. Why me, God?"

I heard a thud, then felt myself tumbling along the road. Although the darkness was walking across my eyes, I saw Cathy smile, wave, then heard her say, "We're waiting, Honey--hurry along!"

*******
 

"Wow! Quite a tumbling performance, Bill. I witnessed the driver of the 18-wheeler bump you. He did, however, do his best to avoid contact, so I would say, matter-of-fact, you're lucky to be alive. I'll report the details of the incident to the State Highway Patrol as a 'hit and run.' Are you okay now? May I help in any way?"

"First off, you can tell me who you are and how you know me?"

"My name is Rick Woods. Most everyone calls me Tennessee. I'm a Navy Seal, and am two weeks ahead of you in class. On your last mission, I played the Viet Cong guerilla whom you shot in the keister!"

"Pray tell! Small world, huh? Did the plastic bullet sting your butt?"

"Sting? Ouch! What Martial Art training did you learn the tumbling act in?"

"Taekwondo! Of course, you wouldn't know 'cause it's not a requirement for Boy Scout training."

"Oh, I'll not go there at the moment! However, I will say, 'Every commando knows how full of poppycock you are, and it'd take twenty boxcars on a train to haul it all away!'"

"What part of Tennessee are you from, Rick?"

"Gatlinburg! If you go any farther east, you'll be crossing the Smoky Mountains into Cherokee, North Carolina. Know where it's located, Bill?"

"I graduated high school there. I was born and raised in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. Presently, I'm on emergency leave to see my grandpa. My fiancée called to tell me, 'He had a heart attack and the prognosis looks grim.' She also told me, 'We're expecting a baby!' Hurrah! I've got to get there and feel it kick."

"A coincidence indeed! I'm headed there on a week's regular leave to do some trout fishing prior to going to Vietnam. Just might bag me a big ol' bear while I'm there. Now, let's figure this out! The distance from here to Gatlinburg, Tennessee is 546 miles. Our travel time will be around nine hours. We'll stop off half way in Atlanta, Georgia, and eat at Howard Johnson's Restaurant. It has great fried clams and 28 flavors of ice cream! Makes my mouth water just thinkin' 'bout it! So, c'mon, brother . . . pitch your bag in my vehicle, and let's ride.'"

"Thanks, Rick! Mind if I crash in back for a while? I feel like Elvis Presley when he was 'All Shook Up!'"

"Aww, hush little baby and don't you cry, cause momma's gonna sing you a lullaby. Sweet dreams, Commando! I'll wake you in Atlanta."

"So cute, Rick! Now, could I have my teddy bear?"

*******

"Cathy, listen here. Grandpa ain't responding to either one of us, but we shouldn't fuss, 'cause he's a strong man, and I've prayed long and hard. I'm believin' he's just given up, temporarily. Soon enough, he'll be back on his feet again, giving me another reason to swat him with my broom for misbehavin' and scaring us," Grandma said, although she was still very worried. She'd never seen Grandpa unresponsive with so many tubes coming out of him. The heart monitor gave a steady beat, showing his heart was now working fine, but in her mind, she was wondering if it was going to hold up.

"You did say Billy was comin', didn't ya?" she asked.

"He is doing his best to get here as soon as possible," Cathy replied. "Of course, it's a long journey. Still, I'll bet we'll be seeing him soon enough. I told him to come straight to the hospital because we'd both be right here by Grandpa's side. Why? Do you think something's happened to him, too?"

"Why, you know as well as I do that something's always happening to Billy! But, he should be here any time now."

"I hope so, Grandma. Grandpa really needs him, and so do both of us! Also, we've got some big news to share with you that might cheer Grandpa up."
 

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Rick and I ate like Grandpa's hogs, then I drove on to Gatlinburg while Rick played with teddy and slept. The miles passed like sand through an hourglass . . . and thank God, we were home. Rick dropped me off at the hospital, then headed for Gatlinburg. As I walked into Grandpa's room, Grandma and Cathy rushed over and gave me a big hug.

"Thank the Lord! You're home, Billy!" Grandma exclaimed.

"Oh, Honey! I've missed you so very much. Sweet Jesus! Thank You for the gift of compassion."

After hugging them both, I walked over to the hospital bed and put my hand on Grandpa's forehead.

"I'm here for you, my hero! So, show your colors!"

I watched as Grandpa stirred and slowly opened his eyes. He looked into mine, then smiled.

"I'll be alright now, Billy, so don't you worry none. I was kind of tired after fighting in the trenches for so long. A little bit of a setback, but I'll just take a short nap, then you and I will go fishing and catch a heap for supper."

"Of course we will! While you're sleeping, I'll flirt with Cathy, then feel our baby kick."

"Aww, you silly gander! It won't kick until around seven months," Cathy said.

"Oh, I'll teach it to kick when we get Grandpa home; yet, in the meantime, I'll sing it a lullaby."

 

"In your mamma's cradle, hush, don't you cry,
Just close your eyes, dream and visualize
colorful butterflies fluttering high in the sky,
while I sing to you this sweet lullaby.

In mama's cradle, safe and sound;
a beautiful miracle to all around.
Baby is drowsy, cozy, and fair;
Mama sits proudly in her rocking chair.

Forward and backward, the cradle will swing,
and though baby's dozing, it hears what I sing.
High as the mountain top, and down to the sea,
no one's so dear as our baby to me.

Wee little fingers, eyes wide and bright;
yet, all are still hidden and out of sight.
Sleep on, precious baby; and soon kick your feet,
So Daddy can feel them--I can't wait till we meet!"

"So, that's the good news you were talking about!" Grandma exclaimed. "Grandpa did you hear? Our Billy and Cathy are having a baby! Why that's wonderful news, you two!"

"Yes," Grandpa agreed, although his voice was weak. "Why, now I need to get better, don't I? We can't have that grandchild of ours growing up without me."

"Seems like you just gave Grandpa a reason to keep on living! God bless your hearts!" Grandma said as she looked at us. She blushed and quickly turned away 'cause I had Cathy's pretty dress lifted up and was now planting a big kiss for the baby on her belly.

"My, my, how I've missed you, Honey! Why, I'm sure our child loves your kisses as much as I do," Cathy said to me. "And what a beautiful lullaby! But, please, can you lower my dress now, because I don't need anyone seeing my white panties!"

Just then, the doctor came through the door. Cathy shooed me away and covered up. The doctor didn't notice because he was looking intently at Grandpa and Grandma.

"We've got the results of the tests we put you through," he announced to Grandpa. "Now, would you like to first know the good news . . . or the bad news?"
 

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Oh, my! The doctor said, "I have
good news and bad news!" Not only is it
a cliff-hanger for you our friends--it's one for
both of us, as well. Stay tuned . . . Chapter
20 is coming soon! Thanks for reading
our work and for your continued support.
God Bless,
Bill (Commando) & Cathy (Tootie)

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are posting each chapter as we complete it and plan to finish and publish this novel early next year. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. Respectfully, Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** References: Howard Johnson's Restaurant - Here's another, more personal, interesting fact. Cathy (Tootie) worked as a hostess, then a waitress, at a Howard Johnson's in Weirs Beach, NH (http://www.weirsbeach.com/Largejpgs/hojos.html) in the late 1970's and early 80's. And, yes, she even scooped ice cream! It's sad to say that was once the largest food chain is no longer. Here is a video about the "last one standing." This is from a few years ago, so we don't know for sure if it's still around. Probably not. :( "All Shook Up" - Elvis Presley - NOTE: The lullaby here was written by Bill & Cathy. It was inspired by the well-known lullaby "Rock-a-bye Baby. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock-a-bye_Baby)

Chapter 20
Moonshine and Muscadine Wine

By Tootie

Greetings, Friends!


Bill Bishop, (aka Commando) Co-authors this book with me. Our wish is to make you laugh and cry, then leave you in a state of uncertainty as to what will happen next. We invite you to follow along with us and shall appreciate your feedback and recommendations for improvement. As always, thank you for reading our work, and best wishes wherever you are.


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~Previously~

"My, my, how I've missed you, Honey! Why, I'm sure our baby loves your kisses as much as I do," Cathy said to me. "And what a beautiful lullaby! But please, can you lower my dress now, because I don't need anyone seeing my white panties!"

Just then, the doctor came through the door. Cathy shooed me away and covered up. The doctor didn't notice because he was looking intently at Grandpa and Grandma.

"We've got the results of the tests we put you through," he announced to Grandpa. "Now, would you like to first know the good news . . . or the bad news?"

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"We'll take the good news first," Grandma said. "So, out with it!"

"The good news is the heart tests came back fine. There's no need for any surgery, and you'll have no restrictions except one. However, if you don't adhere to what I'm about to say to you, then you'll be back here again. Next time, you may not be so lucky."

"Please, Doctor! Don't tell me that I can't take Grandma out to the barn for a roll in the hay no more! I promise you, although she's quite the demanding sort, I can handle it. I'm made of strong chain, you know!"

"Aww, Ol' Man. You know you haven't taken me in the barn for a spell now. Just as well, because you stay so full of Moonshine, your breath would set the hay on fire."

"The truth be told!" replied the doctor. ' No worries, a roll in the hay is okay, but Moonshine, or any other alcoholic beverage, is to be no more! That being said, here's the bad news: You have an alcohol-related liver disease. Simply put, the disease is caused by damage to the liver from years of excessive drinking. In the final stage, the liver becomes inflamed, swollen, and can lead to death."

"Oh my, now I gotta hide all that Moonshine and Muscadine wine that I make so Grandma don't find it!" Grandpa started to chuckle, but the doctor wasn't amused . . . nor was Grandma.

"May I call you Grandpa as well, Sir?"

"Why of course, Doctor! Grandma, over there, has called me a heap of names. She's called me Ol' Man, Silly Gander, Moonshiner, and one time she even called me a Sorry Dog; yet, she called me to the supper table as well. Speaking of, I can't wait to get back home to have a decent breakfast of Tennessee Pride Country Sausage, biscuits and gravy. Honestly, this hospital food tastes like . . ."

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Grandma interjected. "Now, you listen up and take heed of what the doctor is telling you! There'll be no more Moonshine or Muscadine wine for you 'cause you've reached your limit! But, I'll tell you what . . . if you give up the spirits and behave yourself like you're supposed to, then a roll in the hay may, someday, be a reality."

"Hip-Hip-Hurrah!" Grandpa replied. "Now you're talking. You know, this Tennessee Mountain Man still has a heap of 'Burning, Burning Love' to give. 'Course, don't forget, the last time I had my way with you in the barn, you bit my tongue, and nine months later Billy's daddy was born."

I was listening to the conversation. Although Grandpa was joking around, like he always does, I knew he was probably worried and so was Grandma. However, laughter is the best medicine, so I decided to join in. ""Hey, y'all! A Salute, Grandma! So, it's because of you biting Grandpa's tongue that I'm here today, huh? Hurray!"

Cathy was finding it hard to be humorous. She knew Grandpa had a bad liver, so she started crying and quickly left the room.

"What's a'matter with Cathy?" Grandpa asked. "Don't she know I'm gonna be alright, especially since we got a grandchild on the way? Now, go fetch her, Billy, and set her straight while I spend a little more time talking to Grandma and the doctor."
 

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"Darlin', where've you been? I've been looking all over for you," Bill called as Cathy was walking down the hall toward the hospital room.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I was so upset thinking about Grandpa's condition. You all were joking, but it's serious, you know; so I went across the hall to the chapel and said a prayer for him. Then, I had to take a quick stop at the bathroom. My bladder can only hold for so long now that I'm pregnant."

"Yes, Angel . . . now come on over here and give your Commando a big hug and kiss before we go back and join Grandma and Grandpa."

"Oh, Honey, you know just what to say and do; I've missed you so much!"

After kissing Cathy deeply, I held her body close against mine. She snuggled her head into my chest, and her arms were locked around my waist like she never wanted to let me go.

"Do you remember the fragrance of the letters I mailed to you?" she said softly. "It's what I'm wearing now,"

"Of course, how could I forget? Hmm! I reached around behind her and started to lift her dress again. "Are you still wearing the white panties, too?"

"Now, you behave yourself!" she demanded. But, then, she chuckled.

HURRAH! I finally made her laugh, like I intended to.
 

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"I need all of you here at Grandpa's side because I have some more good news to tell him," Grandma announced, as we re-entered the room.

"Well, when you gonna tell me, Ol' Woman? Cathy and Billy are back, so, c'mon!"

"Right now, Grandpa! The doctor said that if you behave yourself, and mind what I say, he'd let you go home first thing tomorrow morning. Therefore, do you promise me you'll do so?"

"Golly Geez! I promise you . . . and soon enough, remember, we got a hot date in the barn!"
 

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We brought Grandpa home the next morning, and I thanked God for the miracle. After eating the breakfast he'd been wanting, Cathy and I presented him, our hero, with a Winchester lever-action rifle like the one he used in the trenches of WWI. I had found it at a pawnshop in Florida--lucky me!

Grandpa picked up the rifle, did a shoulder salute, stood tall, smiled, then broke down and wept. After embracing him for a moment, I told him that he'd have to go behind the barn 'cause, like he always told me, that's where men go when they don't want no one to see them cry!

Cathy insisted that the both of us would do the cleaning up. She proceeded to wash the dishes, and I dried them. Then, I took Cathy's hand, and we were off to the Red Cross to plead my case.

After explaining my dilemma of getting back to my base after hitchhiking here, and Grandpa's bad health, a Red Cross agent got on the phone, called my Commanding Officer, spoke with him briefly, then handed me three hundred dollars. I signed for the money, thanked the agent, and we were outta there in a heartbeat.

The train station was only two blocks away; yet, I wanted our walk to last forever. Although our parting would be such sweet sorrow, I'd be back in training with my commandos tomorrow--God willing! With a sad heart, I bought a ticket, then Cathy and I waited for the train to come down the track. Clickety-Clack!

The iron wheels squealed to a stop, and the brakeman lowered the steps from the top. I climbed them one by one, then turned around, and saw Cathy standing on the ground while blowing kisses to me in the wind.

"The baby and I will be saluting you soon at your graduation, our hero," she called out.

"My darlin', you are finer than a frog hair split three ways! Yes, indeed!" I replied.

"All aboard!" the conductor yelled. I walked inside, sat down, and waited. The assistant engineer began shoveling coal into the engine combustion chamber, the brakeman released the brakes, and the train moved slowly away. Once again, I listened to the "clickity-clack" of the wheels on the tracks as we continued to gain speed.

As we drew near to an old wooden bridge over a "crick", I heard a deafening crash and saw the engine jump the tracks. I was thrown through an open window, contacted the ground, then gazed at the engine all aflame in the muddy stream. I felt all alone. "Please God! Awake me from this morbid dream!" I screamed.
 

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Dang! We up and done it again--we left you hangin'!
You'uns may be wonderin' why all these bad things happen to Bill. Well, Bill, Cathy, Grandpa and Grandma keep wonderin' too! Stay tuned 'cause Chapter 21 is right around the corner!
Thank you for reading our work and for your continued support. God Bless.
Respectfully,
Bill (Commando) & Cathy (Tootie) 

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are posting each chapter as we complete it and plan to finish and publish this novel early next year. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. Respectfully, Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** References: Tennessee Pride Country Sausage - Winchester Lever Action Rifle - "Finer than a frog hair split three ways" & "crick" -

Chapter 21
The Ol' Stone Well - Chapter 21

By Tootie

Greetings, Friends!

Bill Bishop (aka Commando) co-authors this book with me. Our wish is to
make you laugh and cry, then leave you in a state of uncertainty as to
what will happen next. We invite you to follow along with us and shall
appreciate your feedback and recommendations for improvement. As
always, thank you for reading our work, and best wishes wherever
you are.
 

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~Previously~

As we drew near to an old wooden bridge over a "crick", I heard a deafening crash and saw the engine jump the tracks. I was thrown through an open window, contacted the ground, then gazed at the engine all aflame in the muddy stream. I felt all alone. "Please God! Awaken me from this morbid dream!" I screamed.

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"Sleep, my child! It's Sunday morning down there already. Do you hear the baby birds singing and the church bells ringing? It's off to church you go. So, c'mon now--don't be late."

"Oh, I hear You, God! I'm a 'walkin' along the pathway now. May I take a moment, call up to Jesus, and thank Him for loving me? Please, God--may I, huh?"

Jesus heard me and softly whispered down, "Come, my child. Venture with me and see the awesome creations of my Father. Speak not of yesterday's hurt and sorrow; speak only of my promise for tomorrow. Can't you feel your knees shaking and bones aching? Hurry along now, 'cause supper's on the table. There's a chair for you at my side . . . and a chilled glass of wine for a toast. In God's Kingdom, no one gets old, but it's time to dine 'cause supper's getting cold!"

After eating our fill, I looked around and was surprised to see Cathy in the Garden of Eden picking an apple from the "forbidden tree." I was dismayed, 'cause she was crying.

"Sweet Jesus! Don't you see my Angel is hungry, too?" I said to Jesus.

"Of course I do! Invite her to my table, too. Now, be sure to fold each of her wings carefully, seat her, then say--in your very special way, 'I LOVE YOU!'"

"Angel, why are you crying?" I asked.

"Awww, Bill. I was so sad and lonely, and I've missed you so very much. My heart was so heavily burdened. All I knew to do was ask God to bring me to you. He assured me Grandma and Grandpa would be all right, but I can't live my eternal life without you in my sight. Then again, I don't know if I fill you with delight, as you do me. I gotta ask Jesus to reassure me."

"Tell me, Jesus...how can I know for sure that Bill's love for me is true?'"

"Easy answer, my child! Would I bring you both together, always to walk joined-at-the-hip forever, if it wasn't true? Believe in Me and this too shall pass--you'll see. Now you both enjoy this gift of eternity"
 

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I opened my eyes, looked around and found myself still on the ground. "What's a 'matta with you, Commando?" I asked myself. As I jumped to my feet, I could feel my heartbeat, like the little drummer boy rat-a-tat-tatting on his drum. The train had gotten off the tracks; yet, there was no crash. I had instead passed out when I hit my head. I was alright, though; I wasn't dead . . . and neither was Cathy! With my wild imagination, I had concocted the scene; yet, could it be another premonition or dream?

The railroad crew had been working to get the train back on the tracks; the rails were still intact . . . and, again--from around the bend, I heard the sound--clickety-clack. I grabbed my sack and went out to join the other passengers alongside the track. The engineer of the oncoming train throttled back, then stopped. Once more, the conductor called out, "All aboard."

"Yes, sir," I replied. I climbed the steps, found a seat, then fell asleep.

The remainder of our trip became history.
 

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"Rise, shine; yet, don't whine, children! Your mama's not here to cook your breakfast. So, off to chow you go, heroes," the Chief Commando Instructor yelled.

"Why did I feel that he was a rat fink?" I asked myself, as I headed off to eat. It was a rotten job that he was shouldering; yet, he loved it like Grandpa's hogs love slop.

You were on emergency leave for four days, Commando, but, I didn't assign anyone to lead your "Joint Services Team" while you were away. Being handpicked by the Secretary of the Air Force, you're the only one to lead the course. However, you've got a long way to go . . . and a short time to get there. So, shoot your best shot, and let me see what you've got. Is that too hard, Bill?"

"Well, Boss! It'll be easier than killing a Smoky Mountain grizzly bear with a mule's hair. Thanks for being there, sir."
 

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"Fall in, Commandos, and let's go kick ass!"

"Look, Bill! The Viet Cong is leaving the swamp, and they're heading for the tall grass."

"I see 'em, Roy. Shoot low, men, 'cause they're crawling." Rat-tat-tat-tat!

"Hurrah! Way to shoot, Commandos! Betcha a whole bunch died in their boots, and many others won't be going home a  walkin' or talkin' no more."
 

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Grandpa was relaxing in front of the fireplace. Although he turned his head this way and that, looking all around, Grandma was no place to be found.

"Cathy, where's my ol' woman?" Grandpa asked.

"The last time I talked with her, she was planning on drawing water from the well to make us all some Lipton tea. Come to think of it, that was quite a while ago," Cathy replied.

It wasn't like Grandma to be gone so long, so Cathy was worried. What could've happened to her?

"Why don't you go look and see if she's in the barn with our cow, Bessie. Maybe she wanted some milk to go with that tea," Grandpa suggested. "Tea with cream and sugar sounds good, but not as good as Moonshine or Muscadine wine."

"Hush, Grandpa!"

"And, Cathy, once you do fetch her, tell her to get in here real quick . . . 'cause 'General Hospital' is comin' on. She won't wanna miss it."
 

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I went to the barn, said hello to Bessie, but Grandma wasn't there. The ol' rooster was in the corner. He was strutting back and forth, kinda slow, puttin' on a show for a half-dozen hens. Head up high, he glanced my way, and the hens started clucking, as if to say, "Come on over and watch this 'macho' display!"

"I would if I could, but I got to find Grandma. Where is she?" I wondered, being in a near state of panic by now.

"Oh, please! If you can hear me--answer up!" I hollered.

I started getting dizzy-headed, so I sat down on the back stoop to rest. That's when I heard a distressful sound blowing in the wind. It was Grandma's!

"Help, HELP! I've fallen into our ol' stone well, Cathy. The water is up to my chin, and I'm freezin'. Whatever am I to do? Hurry and get someone who can help me get outta here. . . FAST!"

I panicked, tried to run; yet, kept falling. "Oh, my God! Please help me--to help Grandma," I prayed.
 

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We've left you hangin' once again.
OH, NO! Grandma's in the well. Will this be her end? Stay tuned 'cause Chapter 22 is right around the bend.
Thank you for reading our work and for your continued support. God Bless.
Respectfully,
Bill (Commando) & Cathy (Tootie) 

 

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are posting each chapter as we complete it and plan to finish and publish this novel early next year. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. Respectfully, Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** References: Lipton Tea - General Hospital -

Chapter 22
A Salute! - Chapter 22

By Tootie

Greetings, Friends!

Cathy Dougherty (aka Tootie) and Bill Bishop (aka Commando) are co-authors of this book. Both invite you to join them in each chapter. They hope to make you laugh, cry, and leave you in a state of uncertainty as to what will happen next. As always, your suggestions for improvement are appreciated. Thanks for reading our work and God Bless.

*Special Note*
Some words in our book are written in a way that is appropriate for Smoky Mountain folks and are not always grammatically correct. Characters will reflect earlier scenes in their lives at times. Wider spaces between words are due to full justified formatting.

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~Previously~

"Help, HELP! I've fallen into our ol' stone well, Cathy. The water is up to my chin, and I'm freezin'. Whatever am I to do? Hurry and get someone who can help me get outta here. . . FAST!"

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August 21, 1964

My Dearest Darling,

My heart hurts tonight! You've only been gone a couple of days; yet, it seems like forever. I miss you terribly, my mountain man. Grandpa, Grandma, and the baby miss you, too. Soon we'll be coming for your graduation, and that will be a miracle from God. In reference to our baby, does the base library have books on infant and baby care--things like nursing from a bottle, changing diapers, etc.? Just a thought, 'cause I'll probably need your help at times. I'll pay you with kisses, okay?

Now, I gotta tell ya! Around here it's been kinda crazy. Right after you went back to Florida, Grandma fell into the old stone well. I looked almost everywhere, but couldn't find her until I heard her yelling for help. The water was almost up to her chin, and she was awfully cold. Grandpa quickly grabbed a rope and the quilt from the couch. He tied one end of the rope onto his mule's collar, then made a slip knot in the other end. He said it would make it easier for Grandma to put it over her head, then secure it under her armpits. He then threw it down to her. Although she was numb from the freezing water, she was able to do so. Minutes later, she was standing outside the well, wrapped in the blanket, while giving Grandpa hell! She blamed him for her falling. I'd tell you the words she used, but Jesus is listening. Apparently, when she went there to draw water to make some tea, she discovered one of Grandpa's secret hiding places. Down in the well was a bottle of his homemade Moonshine. She reached down to pull it out, and . . . that's when she fell in. So, Grandpa's in trouble, once again!

Grandpa has been making up for it all. Unless he's sneaking Moonshine we don't know about, it seems he's listening to the doctor and staying away from it. He's been pampering Grandma since he rescued her. He even made supper for us all that same night because she was at her wit's end and kinda sore. He's not a good cook, though. His version of cooking is preparing a boxed Kraft spaghetti dinner. He, also, attempted to make some biscuits, but they were as hard as bricks. I was so glad when I saw Grandma back to herself again and in the kitchen the very next day. I'm sure Grandpa was, also.

Now, something else I gotta tell ya....I called my mother! It's been months since I've spoken to her and, as you know, I'm still upset at her, but life is too short to hold grudges. Besides, she's gonna be a grandma in a few months, and I wanted to tell her. She seemed surprised to hear from me, and the conversation was awkward at first. However, once I sprang the news, she was thrilled beyond belief. I mentioned that maybe if she was feeling well, she could come down for a visit once the baby is born. You'll still be overseas, and I'll need some help. Of course, Grandpa, Grandma, and even your momma will be here, but I had to ask her. Otherwise, she would've felt left out.

Speaking of your momma . . . as you know, she's been in North Carolina for the past several months staying with your daddy's sister who lost her son, your cousin Larry, in the war a few years ago. We're so happy she is returning home tomorrow and will be comin' down with us for your graduation.

I must close now, Honey. It's been a long day, and I'm exhausted. Please remember, I love you heart and soul--you mean the world to me! I can't wait 'til you are home for good, after you have bravely served our country, and the three of us--you, me, and our precious baby--share our wedding vows (this time legally, and with friends and family), in the meadow alongside the willow tree where we first made love and our child was conceived. Keep the faith and always remember - B+C (and Baby)=WE!

"What God has joined together, let no man put asunder." - Matthew 19:6

Hugs and Kisses,

Cathy
 

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August 27, 1964

Hi Beautiful,

Your letter walked through the doorway of my heart, and I whispered to myself, "I thought of you today, but that is nothing new. I thought of you yesterday and the day before that, too. For every day, no matter where, I'll always think of you and in my heart, you'll be there . . . today, tomorrow, and my whole life through. Just know that I'm always here, loving and missing you!!!

Today is Thursday, and our training is on hold due to Hurricane Cleo making landfall in Miami. It is the first to hit that area in 14 years, and we are headed there tomorrow as a team to help with the clean up.

Darlin', there are some events in my past that I've never shared with you . . . and I have a little time to do so now. Of course, as you know, I haven't talked about my father. He was Grandpa and Grandma's only son. The earlier years of his life were hard ones; yet, he worked his way through high school, joined the Army, and after Ranger Training, he was shipped over to France. He was the last U.S. Ranger to be killed in World War II on March 11, 1945, prior to Adolph Hitler's formal surrender to the Western Allies in May of 1945.

About my momma...she and daddy first met at the fall fair in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. I remember her telling me:

"I was only sixteen, he was seventeen; yet, he grabbed me, then bit my lip! Of course, I slapped his face hard then asked, 'Who are you?' 'I'll be your husband come spring,' he replied. Guess what? The birds were singing, the church bells ringing, when your daddy and I said 'I do' on April Fool's Day. Oh my goodness! I almost forgot to say, 'Nine months later--you came our way, and we thanked God for his gift.' Time flew by--like an eagle in the sky, then your daddy went off to war . . . only to return in a pine box. As I watched them carry him to the hearse, I called, 'Dear, God! What am I to do now?"

Even today, when I say, "I love you, momma!" I can see a smile on her face; yet, salty tears in her eyes.

Lastly, I give a "SALUTE" to my older cousin, Larry, a Navy Seal, who fought and died in Vietnam in 1960. A headstone marks his place--God touches his face, and his epitaph is chiseled row upon row, as tiny flags wave hello. Oh, yes! Larry pledged allegiance to Old Glory, then wrote his story. With bonded ties and misty eyes, he said goodbye to all. He did not die in vain; yet, marched on to fame and immortality. Of course, you already know--I miss him so . . . don't ya?

I'm going to lunch, eat a bunch, then love you my whole life through. Please, whisper "Goo, Goo" to our baby.

Forever yours,

Bill
 

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When I received and read the letter from Bill, my heart was full of joy, but soon after, I was stricken with intense abdominal pain. Grandma rushed to my side, and Grandpa called the doctor. As we waited for him to arrive, we all joined hands and prayed, while Grandpa cried, "Oh God, please don't do this to us! Take care of Cathy and our precious baby!"
 

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We're wonderin', the same as you--
"What will the doctor say and do?"
Stay tuned 'cause Chapter 23
will soon be posted for all to see!
As always, we thank you for reading our work.
Respectfully,
Bill & Cathy

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are posting each chapter as we complete it and plan to finish and publish this novel early next year. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. Respectfully, Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** References: Kraft Spaghetti: Hurricane Cleo:

Chapter 23
The Shadow of Ol' Glory

By Tootie

 

Greetings, Friends!

Bill Bishop (aka Commando) co-authors this book with me. Our wish is to make you laugh, cry, and leave you in a state of uncertainty as to what will happen next. We invite you to follow along with us, and we appreciate your feedback and recommendations for improvement. As always, thank you for reading our work and best wishes wherever you are.






*Special Note*

Some words in our book are written in a way that is appropriate for Smoky Mountain folks; yet, are not always understood in the real world. Characters will reflect earlier scenes in their lives and talk with the readers at times. Wider spaces between words are due to a fully justified format.

*Previously*

When I read the letter from Bill, my heart was full of joy, but soon after I was stricken with intense abdominal pain. Grandma rushed to my side, and Grandpa called the doctor. While we were waiting for him to arrive, we all joined hands and prayed while Grandpa cried, "Oh God, please don't do this to us! Take care of Cathy and our precious baby!"

 

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Tossing and turning on the bed, my abdominal discomfort was causing intense suffering and near unbearable pain. "Dear God! What is taking the doctor so long to get here?" I cried.

"Aww, Sweetheart! I don't know what to do to help you other than pray. The doctor is on his way and will be here directly," Grandma exclaimed.

"He's here now," Grandpa called.

"Please, Doctor, come quick! The pain is excruciating. I'm so worried about the baby!" I yelled out.

As the doctor entered the room, he asked, "Have you noticed any bleeding?"

"No, I haven't. I hope that's good news."

"It sure is. Now, I'm going to examine you, and then we'll see if you need to go to the hospital. Are you comfortable with everyone here while I do so?"

"If it's okay, I'd like Grandma to stay since she's a lady. But, Grandpa, if you don't mind, I'm not showing off my behind, or anything else, to another handsome mountain man, besides Billy.
 

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The examination was through, and Grandpa was now back in the room. Everyone was anxiously waiting for the news. I was trying not to cry, but it would be a lie to say I didn't want to.

"Doctor, what is wrong with me?" I finally asked.

"Cathy, I know it's very painful; but, I'm happy to say, what you are experiencing is not harming your baby in any way."

"Thank You for the miracle, Jesus!" Grandma prayed.

It was such a relief to hear that. My biggest concern was that the baby was fine. Still, I was in severe pain and didn't know what was wrong with me.

"Then why am I experiencing such intense pain in my abdomen, Doctor? I gotta get better fast so I can go to Bill's graduation in two days."

"Well, because you're pregnant in your second trimester, we're limited on what medication you can take for the pain. However, I will give you a safe analgesic, and I'm sure Grandma can make you some peppermint tea. I'll bet she has a hot water bottle, too, which will help you."

"I sure do," Grandma said.

"Good!" the doctor continued, "Now, listen up, Cathy. You need to drink plenty of fluids, get lots of rest, and finish passing that kidney stone. Once you do, your pain will be through."

"A kidney stone? I should've known. I've had them before, and they ain't funny, are they?" Grandpa interjected. "I know what they feel like, Honey. May God bless and make you well. Dealing with a kidney stone is pure hell!"

"It certainly can be," the doctor replied. So, hopefully, that stone is small and will pass soon. I'll check on you again early tomorrow. If you're still in pain, we may need to help that kidney stone along in other ways. In any case, we'll get you well soon enough so you can go see Billy graduate. That's something I'll promise you!"
 

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I was outta bed as the sun reared its head the next morning. After around five minutes sitting on the commode in the bathroom, I passed the small kidney stone, then was immediately relieved of the pain.

The doctor came, examined me, then exclaimed, "Goody, goody! You are going to be okay in a day--hurray!" As he drove away, I said to Grandma, "This calls for a celebration of Muscadine wine, but Grandpa is not allowed to drink it, so . . . never mind."

"That's okay, we'll find a way to celebrate anyway. I'll make us a special supper tonight, and we'll all eat by candlelight," Grandma replied.

"Candlelight at night, well, that sounds swell, 'cause I can always find my hidden wine in the old stone well," Grandpa yelled.

Grandma was getting furious. "Oh, so you hid wine down there, too, did ya? I hope you're kiddin', Ol' Man, 'cause if you ain't, your living days are through."

She grabbed her broom, ran across the room, then whomped his ass!
 

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The day passed away, and so did any remaining discomfort. I started making preparations with Grandpa and Grandma to leave for my hero's graduation. Right after our supper celebration, Bill's momma rode up in a taxi. The driver put her luggage on the porch, then she joined us in our quest to travel southwest, come early the next morning.
 

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I jumped from the bed, and said, "Up and at 'em, Commandos!"

Old habits die hard I reminded myself. After dodging nearly fourteen boots, it dawned on me that we had finished training. I seemed to hear a voice in my ear saying, "I pray to God . . . that your training was better than that of the Viet Cong!"

Later on, as the ceremony was about to begin, I said to my team . . . "So, beat the drums--clash the cymbals, 'cause it's graduation day. Now, listen up, y'all! Stand tall, chest out, chin up, and eyes open wide. Is that pride I see looking back at me? Reach out, accept your diploma, then thank God for His gift."

Quickly walking to the front of the stage, I glanced out across those in attendance, "SALUTED THEM ALL" . . . and called: "Hear me one--hear me all! We shall walk in the shadow of Ol' Glory. Some of us will stumble--others will fall; yet, we'll pick ourselves up . . . and keep on marching. We'll forge the fire in the pits of hell--then yell, 'May God bless America!'"

I quickly scanned the audience and saw Grandpa, Grandma, Momma . . . and the LOVE OF MY LIFE, my soon to be wife, Cathy, as they waved to me. Of course, our baby was growing and showing; yet, it was still in its momma's cradle. "Rock-a-bye baby; yet, don't 'cha fear. Sleep peacefully, little angel, 'cause daddy's here," I whispered to myself.

When the ceremony was over, I suddenly felt alone and blue, realizing that my training was through. After a short vacation with Cathy, it would be time to leave and fight, and there's a strong possibility that I might . . .not . . .

No, I don't want to think about what can be! I jumped from the stage, and joined my family.
 

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The next ten days seemed to fly away. They were kinda like the pheasant in the corn field I shot at, yet, missed when I was seven years old. Although I didn't get it, I did get mad, 'cause Grandpa said, "Golly Gee! There goes supper. I guess we'll just have an old cold tater--until later." Jeez! Grandpa could be a silly gander at times.

Although I was fully awake, it seemed as if I was dreaming like I did as a kid. Time was sure walking by in a hurry. I had made a one night reservation at the Eglin Air Force Base Guest House in Fort Walton Beach. It was for Cathy, Grandpa, Grandma, Momma, and myself. After checking in, we went out to Parson's BBQ in Fort Walton for the evening meal, then back to the Guest House.

The next morning, we all ate breakfast at the Omelet House. From there, Cathy and I headed out to Panama City Beach. After arriving, we checked in for a five night stay at the Tyndall Air Force Base Guest House, caught up on a little lovin', then wined and dined at Captain Anderson's. I was also anxious to take her fishin' on his boat.

Grandpa, Grandma, and Momma drove in the other direction to Marianna because they wanted to visit the Blue Spring Caverns. They had no problem finding motel accommodations. Grandpa loves fast food, and has eaten at McDonalds for years, so that was their supper. After a restful night's sleep, all were ready to tour the caverns.

"C'mon y'all! Climb aboard the ol' truck, put the picnic basket in my lap, and let's move out." Grandpa said to Grandma and Momma.

"Yakety Yak! Don't you ever hush your mouth, Ol' Man?" Grandma was quick to reply.

"I can't, Ol' Woman, 'cause you're biting my tongue--yummy, yummy!"

"Aww, hog-slop! Will you never stop? Don't 'cha know Billy's momma is looking and listening?"

"That's swell! Because next time you're out in the field a pickin' peas, we'll get naked, then go for a swim in the well."

"Oh, my God! Why me, Lord? I go to church on Sunday, pray day after day that he'll change his way; yet, the only thing he changes is his drawers on Saturday."
 

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"What a magnificent sight to behold," Billy's momma exclaimed as they entered the caverns.

Grandma whispered, "Incredible!"

"What's a smellin' so good?" Grandpa asked. His mind was wanderin' already as he looked all around, then heard a sound...

"It's me, over here!" said a woman nearby. "My husband's gone outside to the ice cream stand. Do you wanna flirt, you handsome man? I'm over behind the rock in the dark, next to a big deep hole."

"Oh, Baby--it's a maybe; yet, why can't I see you?

"Aww, that's alright. Just follow the sound of my voice . . . and we'll rejoice!"

"Hello, Darling! I'm back with the ice cream. Who were you talking to?" another voice said.

"That good looking man out there, with the silver hair, that reminds me of a teddy bear--do you care?" she replied.

"Of course, I care, 'cause you're with me! I'm gonna go there, drag him by the hair, and throw him into this bottomless hole!"

"That sounds like a very mean and jealous man," Grandpa thought. "I'd better run as fast as I can."

Grandpa tried moving at a brisk pace; yet, could not run fast, and the man continued to gain on him. Although he couldn’t see well, he heard heavy footsteps behind him, then felt a strong hand grab his arm and pull him back.

"OH, NO! Please, God, I promise to behave...Now, HELP ME ONE MORE TIME!" Grandpa screamed.

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Oh, no; yet, Cathy and I told you we'd leave you hanging! Will Grandpa die when he hits the bottom of the hole, if there is a bottom? Tell ya what! Come join us in Chapter 24 for an answer.
Best wishes and God Bless.
Cathy (Tootie) & Bill (Commando)
 

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are posting each chapter as we complete it and plan to finish and publish this novel early next year. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. Respectfully, Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** References: Panama City Beach - Captain Anderson - Blue Spring Caverns - McDonald's - A behind-the-scenes tour of the original (1955) Ray Kroc-owned McDonald's in Des Plaines, Illinois. A 1964 radio commercial.

Chapter 24
Marry Me! - Chapter 24

By Tootie

~Greetings, Friends~

Cathy Waldron, (aka Tootie) and Bill Bishop, (aka Commando) are co-authors of this book. Both invite you to join them in each chapter, and they hope to make you laugh and cry, yet leave you in a state of uncertainty about what will happen next. As always, your suggestions for improvement will be appreciated. Thanks for reading our work and God Bless.

~~Previously~~

Grandpa tried moving at a brisk pace; yet, could not run fast, and the man continued to gain on him. Although he couldn't see well, he heard heavy footsteps behind him, then felt a strong hand grab his arm and pull him back.

"Oh, no God! Please help me, I promise to behave!" Grandpa screamed.

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* Special Note *

Our book is in three parts. The first part is mainly about Bill and Cathy. The second part introduces Grandpa and Grandma, along with some cliff hangers. Following this chapter, we will begin the third and last part--Bill in Vietnam--which will be the most heart-wrenching and dramatic.

Some words in our book are written in a way that is appropriate for Smoky Mountain folks; yet, they are not always grammatically correct. Characters will reflect earlier scenes in their lives at times, and shall as well, talk to the readers. Wider spaces between words are due to full justified formatting.

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"Wow! Quite a hard blow you took, my friend. Are you alright?" the man asked Grandpa.

"Oh, please, don't throw me in the hole, 'cause I'm just a flamboyant and flirty ol' man. I didn't mean nothin' by it!" Grandpa replied.

"I have no earthly idea what you're talkin' about. I saw you hit your head on that rock over there. You looked dazed and confused, and you were sputtering some things I couldn't quite understand. Is there anything I can do for you? Do you need some help?"

"Awww, I was born confused and will probably die that way, too! Yet, I'm here today to say, 'I'm okay. . . thanks for your consideration and kindness.'"

"Excuse me, Mister, but I'd like my husband back," Grandma said as she approached them and pulled Grandpa aside. By the scowl on her face, he knew he was in trouble again.

"He was just being kind and making sure I was okay. I bumped my head on that rock over there. Don't you feel sorry for me?"

"Hmm! Not a chance! Don't think I wasn't listenin'! Now, are you gonna waste all your time chasing women and fantasizing, or are you gonna join us and enjoy the caverns?"

"Do I have a choice, Ol' Woman?"

"Silly question! Now let's get a move on!"

 

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"Are you feeling okay, Darlin'?" Bill asked as I opened my eyes to the mornin' sun and marveled at him lying there next to me.

"Honey, I've never felt better! Our baby and I are so happy being here with you. However, this week has flown by, and our vacation is almost through. I've been thinking about how hard it will be to say goodbye to you again tomorrow. I wish we were all going back home to Pigeon Forge together so we could keep on waking up next to each other forever and ever." Right after saying that, I started to cry. Bill reached over and pulled me closer.

"Awww, my Darlin', now don't you cry. Our little separation will not be goodbye. Now dry those tears and let's hear some cheers 'cause I've got a wonderful day planned for us. We're gonna have loads of fun, you betcha! Whattaya say we start with me biting your tongue--yummy, yummy!"

 

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Bill had a pocket full of activities planned for us and wanted to make sure we had time to fit everything in. After a quick breakfast on the base, we were on our way.

"First stop is Snake-A-Torium!" he announced.

"You know I don't like snakes, Handsome! I have a strong case of ophidiophobia!" My body started to tremble and quake.

"Fancy word for a fancy lady," Bill replied as he looked over at me and winked. "Now don't you worry none, 'cause I'll protect you. It's been open since 1936 and was the first tourist attraction in Panama City Beach, so we gotta go. There ain't just snakes there, either. They've got gigantic alligators and leopards, too. And if you don't watch out, they'll come and bite your beautiful tail--lucky reptiles!"

Sure enough, they did have all those things and despite my fear of snakes, I even braved up enough to pat the python. I could tell Bill was darn right proud of me for that. I thought we were done with reptiles, but then we went to "Ross Allen's Jungle Show" to see more snakes and alligators. Good grief!

"The best is yet to come," Bill said as we entered "Miracle Strip Amusement Park" right next door. Now, looky at this awesome roller coaster ride. I can't wait to hear you scream when we go on it."

"You betcha I'll scream! I'm sure glad I'm over my morning sickness."

"Me too, Beautiful! Now, first, let's go play some Goofy Golf."

After puttering around with Goofy Golf, we ate cotton candy and roasted peanuts, enjoyed the sights high up in the sky on the ferris wheel, rode that roller coaster twice, and Bill played some arcade games until he won me a big stuffed bear. By the time we were done, it was already getting dark. I was exhausted and was ready to have a nice dinner, then head back to the guest house. Bill insisted on one last ride, though. He helped me mount a beautiful white horse on the carousel and stood beside me as we went 'round and 'round.

"Why aren't you on a horse, too, Honey? I'll be okay."

"Oh I know you will, but I wanna stay right here, 'cause, afterward, I got somethin' to say."

When the ride stopped, he told me to not to move yet. He went over to talk to the ride attendant and was back in a heartbeat. Taking my hand in his own, he looked into my eyes and told me to be prepared for a big surprise. Then, he got down on one knee and asked, oh, so sweetly, "Cathy, will you marry me?" Before I had a chance to reply, he pulled a little black box out of his pants pocket and opened it. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring.

Now, I really wanted to cry--happy tears! I was speechless. How could I talk? Of course, we had already said some vows in the meadow before he left for training last February, and we always planned to officially tie the knot when he returned from Vietnam. He even called me his wife occasionally; yet, I never thought . . .

"Darlin', don't you wanna marry me?" He looked concerned.

"I Do! I Do! Of course!"

A big smile crossed his face before he whooped and hollered, "SHE SAID YES!" He got up quick and placed the ring on my finger. Wow! In one scoop, he lifted me off the horse and carried me in his arms as we left the carousel. A crowd had gathered by now, and they were all clapping and giving their congratulations. I was so happy! We celebrated with dinner, dancing at the "Hang Out". . . and you can guess the rest!

 

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It was the best of days and both Bill and Cathy didn't want the next morning to come, but it did. All too soon, Bill put Cathy on a Greyhound bus to go back to Pigeon Forge. He was leaving afterwards on a train to San Francisco where he would take a military flight to Saigon, Vietnam, and the jungles of hell. Once again, the tears fell as Cathy waved goodbye to the "LOVE OF HER LIFE." 

 

"Please, God, keep him alive and bring him home to us!" she prayed.

 

As the bus pulled away, Bill's heart broke into parts. "Please don't leave me, Cathy," he screamed. But, she was already gone. "Sweet, Jesus!" he cried. "It seems that all we do anymore is say goodbye. Why, Lord? Am I to carry the cross up the hill all alone? Send me a sign so I may find peace of mind to do what I must."

 

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Lying down on the long padded bench after boarding the train, my mind returned to the meadow, willow tree, and our little log home in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee.

 

~ ~ ~

"C'mon, Beautiful! Let's stroll through the meadow, Cathy.
Jeez! Do you see the little deer under the willow tree?
It musta lost its momma 'cause it looks so hungry.
'Come on baby, we'll feed ya.'"

"Aww, Honey! Why did it run away?
Will it come back another day?"

"Only Jesus has an answer for that, my Darlin'."

"Did you bring our blanket in your pack?"

"Of course, I did!
Wanna spread it on the soft grass, then cuddle?"

"Oh, yes! I thought you'd never ask."

 

~ ~ ~
 

I awoke to the sound of the train wheels going clickety-clack on the tracks. My mind then moved forward in time. I prayed that our training was better than our adversaries. The miles passed. . . and at last, we arrived in San Francisco. The flight across the big pond became history, and we finally landed at Saigon, Vietnam. Sleeping through the night, we were rested and ready to kick ass. An hour later, we had traveled to Bien Hoa, joining our fellow commandos.

"Hurrah!" we yelled--"Let's give 'em hell!"

Rat-a-tat-tat--Kaboom--Kaboom! Walking along, we stumbled, fell, bled; yet, some lived to fight another day. Thank God I was among the living. Raising my eyes to the sky, I whispered, "Please, Jesus! Bring me home to Cathy, our baby and family."

 

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Will Bill survive Vietnam alive and come home to all? Or, will Cathy have to live without him, and their baby without a father? Follow along as we begin the last part of our book in Chapter 25. Best wishes and God Bless.

Cathy (Tootie) & Bill (Commando)
 

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are posting each chapter as we complete it and plan to finish and publish this novel early next year. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. Respectfully, Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** References: Snake-A-Torium - Ross Allen's Jungle Show (Jungle Land) - Miracle Strip Amusement Park - Hang Out -

Chapter 25
Courage Above & Beyond-Chapt. 25

By Tootie

Greetings, Friends!

Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie) and Bill Bishop (aka Commando) are co-authors of this book. Both invite you to join them in each chapter, and they hope to make you laugh, cry, and leave you in a state of uncertainty about what will happen next. As always, your suggestions for improvement will be appreciated. Thanks for reading our work and God Bless.

~Previously~

Rat- a - tat--Kaboom--Kaboom! Walking among the body parts, we stumbled, fell, bled; yet, most lived to fight another day. Thank God I was among the living. Raising my eyes toward heaven, I whispered, "Please, Jesus! Bring me home to Cathy, our baby and family."

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*Special Note*

Our book is in three parts. The first is mainly about Bill and Cathy. The second introduces Grandpa and Grandma, along with cliffhangers. We begin the third and last part with this chapter, and it will be the most heart-wrenching and dramatic.
Some words in our book are written in a way that is appropriate for Smoky Mountain folks; yet, they are not always grammatically correct. Characters will reflect earlier scenes in their lives at times and shall, as well, talk to the readers. Wider spaces between words are due to full justified formatting.
 

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Terrified by the rockets that were exploding on our position, I yelled, "Dig in, Commandos! The bastards are firing from the woods to our north." A near miss stitched my groin with fragments of shrapnel, thus knocking me on my ass. The pain was near unbearable, my eyes were becoming blurry, and I was feeling faint from the loss of blood. "Please! Don't take me now, God, 'cause I gotta get home to Cathy and our baby." Darkness walked across my eyes.
 

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Sometime later, I awoke at the Tan Son Nhut Hospital in Saigon. Although I was still weak, the pain was much less, and I could stand on my feet.

"How long was I unconscious, Doctor? Will I be able to continue leading my fellow commandos?"

"That's not for me to say, Bill. You'll have to undergo a psychological evaluation by Doctor Miller. Colonel Rose of Commando 1 is with him now. I'll walk with you to his office."

After what seemed to be an eternity with a series of questions and an inkblot test, Doctor Miller finished his evaluation.

"In your professional opinion, Doctor, is Bill mentally alert and fit to return to his Joint Services Commando duty?"

"Did you say mentally alert, Colonel Rose? Professionally speaking, Bill's overly theatrical in character and crazy as hell. In other words, he's 'Beaucoup Dinky Dau!" For example, when I asked if he sometimes felt like kissing a man, he replied, 'Yes, Doctor, but let's wait until after dark so no one will see us.' Now, please get him outta my office before he aimlessly messes up all the inkblots."

"Bill, would you follow me back to your room?"

"You, betcha! Just as soon as I thank Doctor Miller."

"Thank me for what, Bill?"

"For being patient with me. I'm sorry that I offended you about the inkblot test."

"In reference to what?"

"Doodling on them when I got bored!"

"Sweet Jesus! Enough of your Smoky Mountain bullshit. Now, get outta my office immediately, Bill."
 

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"Geez! Did you know that Doctor Miller is a religious man, Colonel Rose?"

"What makes you think that, Bill?"

"Because, as I was leaving his office, I heard him say, 'Why me, God?'"

"Would ya do something for me, Bill?"

"Certainly, Colonel!"

"When you get outta the hospital, and return to the killing fields, try talking with the Viet Cong before you shoot 'em--'cause I'll betcha they'll surrender to maintain their sanity. If I don't see ya for a little while, happy hunting and Godspeed."

"So long, Colonel Rose." Hmm . . . "Maintain their sanity!" I whispered to myself. (Doctor Miller thinks I'm crazy as hell! Do you think he'd feel differently if he knew the doctor dropped me on my head at birth, friends?---I didn't think so!)
 

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"Listen up, Commandos! We have a 2 a.m. drop-off. So, synchronize your watches and let's get ready to kick ass," I bellowed. Having said that, we climbed into the chopper, cinched our seat belts, and waited for Captain Hill to haul ass.

"Are momma's little boys secure and ready to rumble, Sergeant Hopkins?"

"Yes, Sir! Now, get this eggbeater to the drop-off site quick."

"Why is that, Chief?"

"Cause these overgrown boy scouts are tying knots in my cargo nets."

Once hearing that, Captain Hill slammed the engine throttle forward, then lifted the chopper straight up to around 600 feet in less than six seconds. Amazingly, no one lost their breakfast. Upon reaching an altitude of 2000 feet, he switched the infrared sensor and night vision switch on, the navigational lights off, throttled back to around 260 knots, then headed north.

Glancing at my watch, I saw the time was 1:30 a.m. "It's only thirty minutes to drop-off time," I called. Reflecting back through our elite training in Florida, then forward to our mission ahead, I prayed that our training was better than the Viet Cong's.

"We're ten minutes out, Commandos. Stay buckled up until you hear from me, get your asses down the ladder, and take along the rest of you, too!"

"Don't get so irate, Captain. Roy cut the knots out of the cargo nets."

"You know Roy is crazy, don't ya, Bill?"

"Of course. That's a prerequisite for Commando training."

Hopkins laughed, shook his head, then remarked, "Every Sunday in church I pray that I will be spared from transporting Commandos into battle. Forgive me Lord, where did I go wrong?"

"Awww, shit! There's a ground launched missile heading straight for us. Quick, Sergeant Hopkins, launch a flare to attract its guidance eye."

"Missile launched, Captain!"

"Cinch your seatbelts, Commandos, I'm rolling!" Slamming the throttle to full power, Captain Hill pushed the stick forward, did a power dive for approximately 1000 feet, pulled back on the stick, did a complete backward loop, then leveled off. The missile impacted the flare, then exploded.

"Hot damn! I knew the missile would miss us."

"How did you know that, Sergeant?"

"Cause I brought along my rabbit's foot, Bill."

"Why, of course you did. Where is it now?"

"In my pocket!"

"Then take it out and kiss it."

Once again, Captain Hill throttled to full-power; then, dropped from 2000 to around 100 feet in less than ten seconds.

"You're plumb crazy, Captain. You could have easily aced the shrink's evaluation and became a Commando, too."

"Thanks for the assessment, Bill. Now, take the stick, Lieutenant Hines, 'cause I gotta go piss."

"Geez! Welcome, Lieutenant. Slept in this morning, huh?"

"No, just took time to eat scrambled eggs, Tennessee hickory smoked bacon, buttermilk biscuits, and drank four cups of Aunt Jemima coffee. Have you eaten yet, Bill?"

"No, plowboy--I haven't! Guess what? If you get diarrhea, I hid your bucket."

"Heads up, Commandos! I'm dropping down to 20 feet and holding."

"Please, no more adrenalin maneuvers, Captain."

"Be nice, Bill, or I'll tell your momma you wet the bed. Now, get outta my chopper, babies!"

Quickly jumping on the ladder, we dropped among the body parts. "How ironic that we and the Viet Cong guerrillas had arrived at the same time," I thought. Suddenly, a number of bright flashes, followed by an earth shaking boom, sent chills up our spines.

A mortar round fired from a cave impacted the ground near our position. Guerrillas with fixed bayonets surrounded us, then began charging from all four directions. We fired our guns 'til the barrels were hot and our ammunition was history.

"C'mon, Commandos, let's give the bastards cold steel!" I yelled.

"What's a matter with 'em, Bill? They're running away like my old blue mule when he knew he had to pull the plow," Bob, a fellow commando, remarked.

"Can't say, Bob! Only God has an answer for that one."
 

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The day passed and the guns were silent. We were camped on a rock ledge about 50 feet up from ground level. Of course, we'd take turns watching our backs, while the others slept. Captain Hill was gonna fly in early tomorrow morning with ammunition, food and water. I planned to write Cathy and give the letter to him to get it mailed. I took the first watch, then sat back to write.
 

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September 30, 1964

Hi, Beautiful!

Since I last saw you three weeks ago, I have continued to miss you, think of you, and love you more than a trainload full. Please, whisper this to our baby, okay? Although we're around 9,149 air-miles apart, my heart . . . is your heart! I'm finally getting the time to write you a poem that's been walking around in my mind. I hope it walks the pathway to your heart, my darling.
 

~Someday~

Someday, I'll gather moonbeams to reflect in your gorgeous eyes,
forever chisel them in my heart as a God-given prize.
I'll buy you a flannel robe, then gather rays of sunshine so bright,
to warm your tender body and heart on a cold winter night.

Someday, I'll capture the rainbow for you, with its shiny pot of gold,
then sprinkle the flakes on your beautiful face for all to behold.
The stormy wind I'll turn into a gentle breeze.
It'll whisper, "I Love You," across the meadow and through the trees.

Someday, we'll eat supper with Jesus, and drink a glass of wine,
when we leave the hurtful yesterdays on Earth behind.
The fierce waves of the ocean we cross, I'll ask God to calm.
Then, I'll whisper, "You're an angel," as you snuggle in my arms.

Oh, yes! Someday I'll do all of these things for you--plus more,
then forever, together, the pathways of Heaven we'll explore.
Throughout eternity, our hearts shall beat as one heart.
What God has joined together, will never, ever break apart.

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So, c'mon, Darling . . . and let's keep walking! We'll jump the muddy puddles, then take a walk and simply talk. But, for now, above all the others, we'll write our poems to one another--You, betcha!

Gotta go now, and face those who hate me. Please send up a prayer for me, as I shall for you and our baby. "Are You listenin', God?"

In closing, always remember, clickety-clack was the sound of train wheels as it rolled along the tracks taking me away. Guess what? The same ol' train that carried me away . . . is gonna bring me back . . . and I'll be there before you can say, "This train is bound for glory!"

I Love You Heart And Soul!

Your Smoky Mountain Man,

Bill
 

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Will Bill ever make it back on that train to reunite with Cathy and the baby?
If he does, with all he's going through, will he ever be the same?
And what about Cathy back home, never knowing if he's dead or alive? 
Stay tuned...Chapter 26 is coming soon.

Thank you all again for following along with our story.
Wishing you all the best. Stay well and God Bless.
Respectfully with Admiration,
Bill (Commando) & Cathy (Tootie)

 

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). This begins the 3rd part of our book. Whereas this chapter is mainly about Bill, the next chapter will be mainly about Cathy missing him back home. It will go back and forth to what is happening in each location, and Bill & Cathy will exchange letters and poems throughout. If you haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. We are posting each chapter as we complete it and plan to finish and publish this novel soon. Preparation and typesetting is already in the works. As always, any comments/suggestions are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading along and for your support. Respectfully, Bill & Cathy *** Because of the full justified formatting in most of this chapter, you may see what appears as extra spacing in places. Full justification is the way the majority of novels are formatted. *** References: Vietnam War Slang (Beaucoup Dinky Dau) This Train is Bound for Glory - Hank Thompson (The Jimmy Dean Show - 1964) Combat Report From Vietnam - 1964

Chapter 26
Baby's a-knockin' ! - Chapter 26

By Tootie

Greetings, Friends!

Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie) and Bill Bishop (aka Commando) are co-authors of this book. Both invite you to join them in each chapter, and they hope to make you laugh, cry, and leave you in a state of uncertainty about what will happen next. As always, your suggestions for improvement will be appreciated. 

~Previously~

Gotta go now and face those who hate me. Please, send up a prayer for me, as I shall for you and our baby. "Are you listening, God?" In closing, always remember, "Clickety-clack" was the sound of the train wheels as it rolled along the tracks taking me away. Guess what? The same ol' train that carried me away is gonna bring me back . . . and I'll be there before you can say, "This train is bound for glory!"

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*Special Note*

Chapter 26 is a continuation of the third and final part of our book and is mainly about Cathy missing Bill while back home carrying their baby. Some words in our book are written in a way that is appropriate for Smoky Mountain folks; yet, they are not always grammatically correct. Characters will reflect earlier scenes in their lives at times and shall, as well, talk to the readers. Wider spaces between words are due to full justified formatting.

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I could feel my heart pounding. I tried to scream, but there was no sound. What was I to do? How was I going to make it through without Bill? 
 

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It was pitch dark as Bill and his elite commando team jumped from the helicopter. They were parachuting into an area where the Viet Cong had been spotted. Their mission was dangerous; yet, they had to get there beforehand, set up land mines, and demoralize the Viet Cong's fighting effort.

Bill knew what must be done. Everything had been planned out meticulously; and, all was going accordingly. But as they drifted down, the wind blew Bill's parachute shroud lines into the top of a tall tree; they hung up on some limbs and suspended him about six feet off of the ground. Bill immediately cut himself free. His keen senses alerted him of impending danger, as he scanned the dark horizon and saw the Viet Cong already approaching. He quickly signaled his fellow commandos to take cover and prepare to kick ass.

Suddenly, the Viet Cong began charging and rapidly firing their AK-47s. The loud, piercing sound of the bullets filled the air. Blood and guts were everywhere. Just then, a bullet struck Bill in the chest knocking him to the ground. He tried getting up; yet, he could not. Larry, his Navy Seal, sat down, put Bill's head in his lap, and remarked, "I'm here for you, Brother! Do you want the morphine now?"

"Geez! You know I don't do drugs, Larry; yet, what I do want is for you to tell Cathy that I'll always love her and the baby."
 

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With my body shaking uncontrollably, I woke up with a start. Realizing it was a nightmare, I tried to calm down; but, it all seemed so real and kept playing in my mind. I wanted it to stop! "Please, God, don't let this happen. Keep Bill safe and bring him home to us," I prayed.

As I continued to lie in bed trying to erase all the fears in my head, Grandpa knocked on my bedroom door and called out, "Are you getting up, Cathy? The mailman just came and there's a letter on the table for you from Bill. Plus, Grandma's getting breakfast ready--yummy, yummy!"

A letter from Bill--HURRAH! It's been several weeks since we parted, and I've been worried sick. The daily news is saying that the war is intensifying; and, our troops are dying like flowers in the hot sun void of water. But, my strong and brave mountain man must still be okay. God willing, he will stay that way!
 

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"Are you gonna share what he's written?" Grandpa asked me at the kitchen table. Grandma was serving us thick slabs of bacon, scrambled eggs, and buttermilk biscuits; but, she stopped for a moment 'cause she also wanted to know. Tears were already flowin', and I could barely see. I have a tendency to cry every time I read Bill's letters.

"He's not sharing what's goin' on there; but, he wrote me the sweetest love poem and shared how much he loves me and our baby." I replied. Suddenly, I gasped in surprise; yet, focused my eyes on Grandma and Grandpa.

"What's a 'matter with you, Cathy? Are you okay? Did he say somethin' you don't want to tell us?" Grandma asked.

"N-n-nooo." I mumbled. "Would you believe that our baby knows what Bill said? Both of you, put your hands below my belly and feel your grandchild kicking!"

Grandma rushed to the stove to set down the frying pan she'd been holding; then, came back to the table. Both of them firmly placed a hand on my abdomen before another kick came.

"Sake's alive, I felt that one!" remarked Grandma with a grin. "Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! The baby's knockin', sayin', 'Wait 'til you see how beautiful I am!"'

"Oh My God, I reckon the baby's gonna be just like Billy--full of energy right from the get-go! Don't you worry none, though, 'cause when the baby comes out, I'll hold it real tight . . . so it doesn't get dropped on its head, like its daddy did."

"Cute story, Ol' Man." Grandma was quick to say. "But, you know that never happened to Billy. I was there helpin' deliver him, remember? You were in the other room celebratin' and drinkin' moonshine.

"Hush, Ol' Woman!" Grandpa replied. "Don't you go tellin' Billy now, 'cause he still believes it's true; he thinks that's how he got to be crazy enough to become a commando!"

For the first time--in a long time, I smiled, then whispered to myself, "Our baby's gonna have the best great grandparents in Tennessee!
 

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October 7, 1964

My Sexy Mountain Man,

You are sexy, all right! As well as sweet and so romantic. How I wish you were here with me under the willow tree. You know what we'd do! Of course, we wouldn't be makin' no babies with our love makin', 'cause we already got one cookin' in the oven . . . and what a strong baby it is. Earlier today, both Grandma and Grandpa got to feel it kick. I wish you would've felt it, too!

Your letter and poem really got to me. I was crying right from the start as I could hear your voice reciting the words, see your beautiful face, feel your warm embrace; yet, it's not the same as if you were really here now, is it? I fear for your safety and pray to God every day that you will be okay.

Yesterday, I went downtown to the record shop. The clerk there told me about the song, "You Really Got Me," just released by The Kinks. I played it on their turntable, and it made me want to dance; so, I bought their new album. I've since listened to it several times on a Magnavox stereo Grandpa surprised me with when we got back from Florida. I was really sad and blue after parting with you; and, he was hoping it would cheer me up. He's made it known, though, that he doesn't particularly care for rock n roll. 'Listen to some good music, like Jim Reeves,' he keeps a 'sayin. Someday, I'll surprise him!

So, I'll close with a poem for you. It's written by my hand; yet, comes from my mind through my heart. I hope you like it, my Darling.
 

Baby's a-knockin'!

For the first time in my life, I've found true love.
It was granted to me by Almighty God above.
Tho' you're flirty, flamboyant, histrionically;
I knew, immediately, we were meant to be.

Conceiving our baby, we've now become three.
Although far apart, we're still a family.
Our child and I await your safe return.
While waiting for your hugs and kisses, I yearn.

Someday; yet, not faraway, we'll be together,
singing happy songs like birds of a feather.
You'll make a weeping willow cradle for rockin'.
So, c'mon, Darling, 'cause baby's a-knockin'!

Honey, I miss you terribly, and I worry so much about you there in harm's way. Please take care and promise to come home to me, our beautiful baby, Grandpa, Grandma, and your momma, too. I LOVE YOU HEART AND SOUL! God Bless. Later . . .

HKAYK!

XOX

Cathy
 

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Hurrying to the mailbox before the rural carrier came, I put my letter to Bill inside, raised the flag, then returned. As I entered the cabin the telephone rang. Grandpa answered, and I could tell by the look on his face that something was wrong.

“Yes, I’m family--I’m Bill’s Grandpa! So, who are you?”  “It’s the Red Cross from Vietnam, Cathy.”

“Oh my God, something awful has happened to Billy, Grandpa!” 

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Was Cathy's nightmare another premonition?
Let's hope not! Stay tuned -- Chapter 27 is coming soon!

A "SALUTE" for reading along, and for your support.
Wishing you all the best. Stay well and God Bless.
Respectfully with Admiration,
Bill (Commando) and Cathy (Tootie)

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). For those of you who haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage it. We are posting each chapter as we write it, and once finished, plan to publish our novel. Preparation and typesetting are already in the works. As always, any comments/suggestions for improvement will be appreciated. References: AK-47s - The Kinks - "You Really Got Me" Magnavox Stereo (1964) - Jim Reeves - "It's only a Paper Moon" (1964)

Chapter 27
Courage Doesn't Always Roar

By Tootie

Greetings, Friends!

Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie) and Bill Bishop (aka Commando) are co-authors of this book. Both invite you to join them in each chapter, and they hope to make you laugh, cry, and leave you in a state of uncertainty about what will happen next. As always, your suggestions for improvement will be appreciated. Thanks for reading our work and God Bless.

~Previously~

Hurrying to the mailbox before the rural carrier came, I put my letter to Bill inside, raised the flag, then returned. As I entered the cabin, the telephone rang. Grandpa answered, and I could tell by the look on his face that something was wrong. "Yes, I'm family--I'm Bill's Grandpa! So, who are you?" "It's the Red Cross from Vietnam, Cathy." "Oh my God, something awful has happened to Billy, Grandpa!"

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*Special Note*

Some words in our book are written in a way that is appropriate for Smoky Mountain folks; yet, they are not always grammatically correct. Characters will reflect earlier scenes in their lives at times and shall, as well, talk to the readers. Wider spaces between words are due to full justified formatting.

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I awoke in a hospital screaming, "Dear God, tell Cathy that I'll always love her and our baby! Are You listenin', Father?"

"Nurse! Please administer Bill a sedative . . . quick!"

"Ouch! You could've stuck that 3-inch needle in my arm rather than my ass, you know."

The sedative acted faster than my old blue mule ran to catch his girlfriend before she could jump the picket fence. The pain in my body seemed to be hauled away in a train, and the clouds in my eyes returned to the sky.

"Do you know where you are, Bill?"

"Of course, Doctor! I'm in bed, you silly gander! You sound like my shrink did when he walked inside my head."

"Why me, Lord? You could have chosen a doctor who understands Smoky Mountain jibber jabber to care for Bill."

"Just so you know, Commando, you're in the Bien Hoa Hospital about 20 miles from Saigon, Vietnam. I'm notifying the American Red Cross, and they will contact a member of your immediate family back in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee."

"Hmm! Maybe I was wrong about you, 'cause now you sound like a decent human being rather than a silly gander."

"Of course, you know God was fighting alongside you when you were shot in the chest, don't you?"

"Was He really? How do you know this, Doctor?"

"Because He guided the bullet into the armor vest you were wearing, therefore, saving your ass and the rest of you, too! Why? Because He's not ready for the likes of you yet, nor is Jesus. Although the velocity of impact was devastating, it only shattered an upper rib and threw you into shock. Your commando brother thought you were dying when he held your head in his lap."

"Were any of my brothers injured or killed?"

"One injured; yet, no fatalities."

"Hmm! Maybe God, nor Jesus, was ready for the likes of them, either. So, when are you releasing me? The Air Force is not paying for my vacation in this hospital. I feel fine, and all I'll need to go kick ass is a glass of muscadine wine and a letter from Cathy and our baby."

"Thanks for reminding me. A letter from Tennessee was forwarded to you here yesterday. It's in the office. I'll have the nurse fetch it for you, okay?"

"Hurrah--a "Salute" to you, Doctor! Oh, by the way, what's your name? That is, if I may ask?"

"Of course, you may; yet, it's against the rules for hospital personnel to give their names to patients. So, just address me as Doc."

"You, betcha, Doc! Now, once again, when are you releasing me?"

"Within a couple of days or so. I'll let you know. However, if you ever call me a 'silly gander' again, then you'll be here forever!"
 

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The nurse brought me Cathy's letter. As I read it, I yearned to be holding her in my arms and making sweet love to her. When would those days come again? Would they ever? Although I promised her I'll return home unharmed, I sometimes fear I may never make it through my assignment here alive.

Twice now, I've come close to dying; yet, God saved me. Is it because Cathy and my family are praying hard for me? I may be a commando, appearing strong and brave, but the Viet Cong are also strong and determined to cut my throat--Ouch!

I've already seen so many casualties, and although I do my best to keep the morale of my fellow commandos high, inside I cry for all this unnecessary loss of life in the face of evil. Why is it we can't live up to what the Bible says--loving one another as we love ourselves?

"Pride and greed are of the devil," my Grandpa has often said. He also told me before I left for this hellhole, "Fight for the freedom of our country, 'cause I'm proud of you!" Could both, at the same time, be true? I believe so; yet, I still hold inside my sorrows for all this unnecessary loss of life.

I fear that even if I do make it home to Cathy and our baby, I will never be the same again. In order to do so, I shall cover my heart with callouses to protect it from breaking as I walk among the dead with my head hung low. No one will ever truly know why God allows this.

Courage doesn't always roar; but, the following, written by Francis Scott Key, reminds me to remain brave as I fight for the freedom of my country and Ol' Glory.

 

~The Star-Spangled Banner~
Francis Scott Key

O! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming:
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming,
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;

O! say, does that Star-spangled Banner still wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam --
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream;

'Tis the Star-spangled Banner, O! long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
that the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
a home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave.
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave!

And the Star-spangled Banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
between their loved homes and the foe's desolation;
Bless'd with victory and peace, may our Heaven-rescued land
praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just --
And this be our motto -- "In God is our trust!"

And the Star-spangled Banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

*******
 

Cathy's letter had walked the pathway to my heart. I tried to swallow; yet, the loneliness I felt for her and our baby stuck in my throat. Just then, a tear came to mind, my eyes became blurred, and I reflected an earlier scene in my life.

~~~~~~~

"Billy, what's a matter with you, my little man? Don't you remember me telling you, 'Grown men don't cry?'"

"But, Grandpa! I'm not a grown man; just a little boy."

"Hmm! Then, go out behind the barn so no one will see you cry."

"Why? 'Cause Jesus wept that day, too!"

"Okay, go on and play, then later we'll go fishing. There's a heap of little angels at the table with Jesus who love the taste of fresh fish."
 

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"Wake up, Bill! You must have been dreamin', 'cause you were screaming', 'Awww, Grandpa . . . the whopper broke my fishing line!'"

"Good morning, Doc! Why are you smiling? Do you have some good news for me?"

"You betcha! I have you scheduled for an appointment with Dr. Miller at 2 p.m. for a psychological evaluation to determine if you are mentally fit to lead your team in combat once again. Physically, you are fit, and if all goes well with him, I shall be discharging you tomorrow."

Dr. Miller found me to be mentally fit for combat; yet, still crazy as hell. Of course, I quickly replied, "That's a prerequisite to become a commando."
 

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"Long time no see, Boss! It's good to be back, and toting my pack. I hope you have an exciting mission for us boy scouts."

"Golly Gee! Are you mad at me, Bill? Please call me Colonel Rose or Commando 1, 'cause if you call me 'Boss' one more time, I'm gonna take your boy scout cookies back."

"That's 'girl scout cookies,' Boss! Now, the Air Force didn't spend a million dollars on my specialized training just to have me sit around and not kick ass. So, do you have a job for me, Sir?"

"Be in my office at 0:500 hours tomorrow morning, (that's 5 a.m.), and I'll brief you on the mission."

Like sand through an hourglass, the night passed. Colonel Rose briefed me, and I was on the way to fight another day.
 

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"Get down, Commandos! There's movement up ahead in the tall grass. So, load, get ready to fire, then wait for my signal."

"Sweet Jesus! It's small children, Bill. What are we to do?"

"Put your weapons on safe; yet, stay down. The children are most likely Viet Cong sympathizers with plastic explosives strapped on their backs with detonators."

"Look, Boss! A small boy and girl are running toward us. They are smiling and waving; yet, they do have packs on their backs. What next, Bill?"

"Send up a prayer asking God to stop them! Otherwise, we're gonna hafta shoot 'em!"
 

*******

"Oh, no! Please stop the little boy and girl, God.
For, after all, they're Your children, too!"
C'mon, y'all! We're waiting for you in Chapter 28.
Best wishes and God bless.
Respectfully with Admiration,
Cathy and Bill

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). For those of you who haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage it. We are posting each chapter as we write it, and once finished, plan to publish our novel. Preparation and typesetting are already in the works. As always, any comments/suggestions for improvement will be appreciated. References: Old Glory - The Story of the Star Spangled Banner (told by Sen. Everett M. Dirksen from his 1964 album) - US Soldier recalls Vietnam - 1964 Causes of the Vietnam War -

Chapter 28
The Miracle - Chapter 28

By Tootie

Greetings, Friends!

Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie) and Bill Bishop (aka Commando) are co-authors of this book. Both invite you to join them in each chapter, and they hope to make you laugh, cry, and leave you in a state of uncertainty about what will happen next. As always, your suggestions for improvement will be appreciated. Thanks for reading our work and God Bless.

~Previously~

"Put your weapons on safe; yet, stay down. The children are most likely Viet Cong sympathizers with plastic explosives strapped on their backs with detonators."

"Look, Boss! A small boy and girl are running toward us. They, as well, are smiling and waiving; yet, they do have packs on their backs. What next, Bill?"

"Send up a prayer asking God to stop them! Otherwise, we're gonna hafta shoot 'em!"

*Special Note*

Some words in our book are written in a way that is appropriate for Smoky Mountain folks; yet, they are not always grammatically correct. Characters will reflect earlier scenes in their lives at times and shall, as well, talk to the readers. Wider spaces between words are due to full justified formatting.
 

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The little boy and girl kept on running toward us. Of course both of 'em knew they better do as told. Maybe they were promised that they'd become angels in heaven and could eat gallons of ice cream with candied cherries on top.

It was heart-wrenching to think that we'd hafta shoot those innocent kids if they didn't turn back; yet, they kept on running toward us despite our warnings to stop. They were getting so close that I could see their precious little faces crystal clear. I raised my eyes toward the sky, then cried, "God, have mercy on Your little children and tell them to go back from whence they came."

My throat was drier than the Mohave Desert, and I could not swallow the sadness down. My thoughts walked the pathway of yesterday, and I saw Cathy and our little baby standing out there in the sand. "Get on home," I yelled, then slowly tightened my finger on the trigger of my M-16 rifle.

Suddenly, two of our ground support aircraft flew in from the north . . . "Rat-tat-tat--Kaboom--Kaboom!" Once the smoke and debris had cleared away, I called to my fellow commandos, "Is everyone okay?"

"Yes, Sir! We're fine as huckleberry wine; yet, the little boy and girl are nowhere to be found."

"Lord a mercy! Is the Great Harry Houdini amongst us here today? Did he say, "Poof," then make the little children disappear?"

"Wait . . . Sweet Jesus! Look over yonder behind that huge boulder, Bill. It certainly looks like the children lying behind it. Can you see 'em?"

"Of course, I can! Now, c'mon--let's move it, Commando, 'cause they may still be alive."

"But, how in heaven's name could they have gotten over there, Boss?"

"My guess is, the bomb exploding threw them there; yet, the explosives strapped to their backs did not explode."

"Hmm! Sounds like a miracle, Bill."

"Of course it was, Larry! 'Cause God sends 'em down for his little children."

At that moment, Larry placed a knee upon the ground, raised a hand toward heaven, then cried out, "Glory, Glory--Hallelujah."
 

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While sleeping that night with one eye open, Cathy and our baby were heavy on my mind and deep inside my heart. So, I wrote them a poem--not knowing whether or not it would reach her.
 

~~~~~~~
 

Ol' Glory!

*From my soul, through my heart, by my hand, this is written for you and our baby*

~~~~~~~
We stand in the shadow of Ol' Glory, we're ready to fight today.
Side-by-side, with tons of pride, we're alone on foreign ground.
I say a prayer for you and our baby; so near in mind while away.
Knowing you're back home for me muffles war's horrid sound.

Quietly waiting; yet, anticipating, the Viet Cong's on their way.
I think back to our last kiss and the clickety-clack of the train.
Waving goodbye; tears in our eyes; I promise to return one day.
But, within our hearts, miles apart, we must bear the lonely pain.

Suddenly, in the dark of night, something glitters nearby as I hear
the earth-shaking, blood-curdling, gut-wrenching noises resound.
Rat-tat-tat--Kaboom--Kaboom! The enemy has arrived and is near.
"Down Commandos! Load and lock; the guerillas are all around."

"C'mon, men! Let's move, show the colors, then kick butt once again.
Let's rumble, give them the cold steel, and show 'em how we fight.
Hurrah! Shoot 'em all, and bring this slaughter quickly to an end.
"Ho Chi Minh! Your guerillas are history; 'cause we'll win tonight!"

"My Darling, please don't worry, although the loneliness still nips.
So, let your mind erase all of war's disgrace, and what I gotta do.
Just hold me steadfast in your heart, with my kisses on your lips.
As promised, even if I die in battle, my spirit shall return to you."
~~~~~~~

"Damn the torpedoes full speed ahead!"
Quote: Rear Admiral David Glasgow Farragut

~~~~~~~
 

It has been almost a month since we received the call from the Red Cross about Bill's injury, and we were all thankful he was all right. However, except for a quick confirmation that he'd been released from the hospital, we haven't heard a word since. I know he told me there would be long stretches of time when he couldn't get my letters, nor write one to me; yet, I pray every day for his safety. "Please, God, protect him from harm."

Last week, President Johnson won the presidential race against Barry Goldwater by a landslide. I fear he will continue to escalate the conflict in Vietnam.

I had heard on the news last week there was an assault by the Vietcong at an airport in Bien Hoa. Then, there were two typhoons in a row devastating parts of South Vietnam with thousands declared dead. Dreadful thoughts keep spinning 'round in my head. The entire country is only three times larger than the State of Tennessee. How can it be that Bill is going to make it through all this, especially since he's already been injured two times? There's many months to go before he can come back home, and every day feels like an eternity without him here.

The baby is getting strong, and I'm already seven months along. My little "innie" belly button Bill loves so much will soon become an "outie, 'cause my belly is already stretching', growin', and I'm definitely showing'. Everyone around us knows now. There ain't no secrets kept in this small town.

Every night, before I turn out the light, I sing "Baby Love" by the Supremes, to our little angel, while trying not to cry over being separated from Bill. "Oh baby love, my baby love, I need you, oh how I need you."

Although trying to sleep, I continued to weep. The golden rays of an eastern sun began to creep through my window. The ol' red rooster on the picket fence began to show his masculinity and crow. I smiled; but my heart was breaking. I wondered, "Will Bill be critically injured, killed, or become a political pawn in a game far beyond? Will I be left at home, all alone, with a baby who's father is missing in action? Please God! Have mercy on Your children, and bring Bill home to us."
 

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The poem for Cathy was safely in my back pocket. I hadn't been able to send it to her yet and to also assure her I was all right. It had been close to a month of constant battling with the horrors of war embedded in my mind. The only joy to be found among us commandos, both in the air and on the ground, were the moments we could enjoy a nice meal, good American cigarette and, occasionally, a few shots of whiskey to numb us even more than we already were.

We'd shoot the breeze with one another during these sparing moments and talk about when we would finally get to go back home to our loved ones. Course, we all knew deep down that many of us would die in battle before we could, but those were sad thoughts, so we did our best not to think about 'em.

We were engaged in one of those moments when the moon was high and we were lying low in our foxholes. My fellow commando, John, was on watch. All was quiet and I was thinking' the night might be peaceful, but then a sudden rustling woke us up.

The Viet Cong had crept up, and they were fast upon us. One pointed his gun down at Larry, ready to execute him. Rat-a-tat-tat! I took him down. We fired our guns;  yet, the battle wasn't won. There were at least a hundred of them, but only seven of us. "Shoot low, Commandos, 'cause some are crawling on the ground." I remember praying, "Dear Lord, if it's not asking too much, would You send down another miracle? Would Ya, huh?"
 

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War is hell for those who are fightin' . . .
and also for their loved ones back home waiting for their safe return.

FYI - "Ol' Glory," the poem in this chapter, won first place
in a recent FanStory contest. HURRAH!

Thanks so much for reading. Chapter 29 is coming soon!
Best wishes and God Bless.

Respectfully with Admiration,
Bill & Cathy
(Commando & Tootie)

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). Chapter 28 is a continuation of the 3rd part of our book and is primarily about Bill in Vietnam with Cathy pregnant with their baby and missing him back home. It is also the most heart-wrenching and dramatic. Throughout this novel, both characters reflect back and forth to scenes that are happening in each location. They, as well, exchange letters and poems throughout. For those of you who haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage it. We are posting each chapter as we write it, and once finished, plan to publish our novel. Preparation and typesetting are already in the works. As always, any comments/suggestions for improvement will be appreciated. A "Salute" for reading along and for your support. Respectfully with Admiration, Cathy and Bill. References: 1964 Presidential Election - Ho Chi Minh - "Baby Love" - The Supremes -

Chapter 29
TAPS - Chapter 29

By Tootie

Greetings, Friends!

Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie) and Bill Bishop (aka Commando) are co-authors of this book. Both invite you to join them in each chapter, and they hope to make you laugh, cry, and leave you in a state of uncertainty about what will happen next. As always, your suggestions for improvement will be appreciated. Thanks for reading our work and
God Bless.

~Previously~
 

The Viet Cong had crept up, and they were fast upon us. One pointed his gun down at Larry, ready to execute him. Rat-a-tat-tat! I took him down. We fired our guns; yet, the battle wasn't won. There were at least a hundred of them, but only seven of us. "Shoot low, Commandos, 'cause some are crawling on the ground." I remember praying, "Dear Lord, if it's not asking too much, would You send down another miracle? Would Ya, huh?"
 

*Special Note*

Our book is in three parts. The first is mainly about Bill and Cathy. The second introduces Grandpa and Grandma, along with cliffhangers. The third and last part, beginning with Chapter 25, is primarily about Bill in Vietnam with Cathy, pregnant with their baby, missing him back home. It is also the most heart-wrenching and dramatic. Some words in our book are written in a way that is appropriate for Smoky Mountain folks; yet, they are not always grammatically correct. Characters will reflect earlier scenes in their lives at times and shall, as well, talk to the readers. Wider spaces between words are due to full justified formatting. For this chapter, we shall use the word "TAPS" meaning: A song played on a bugle at military funerals and as a signal for "lights out and off to bed!" The lyrics are: "Day is done. Gone the sun. From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky. All is well. Safely rest. God is nigh."

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Rat-a-tat--Kaboom--Kaboom! "Shoot 'em full of holes, so they'll not hold sourmash whiskey, Commandos. Keep your guns a blazin' and Ol' Glory wavin'."

Kaboom! A mortar round landed directly among us; yet, did not explode. "Get down, men! The guerrillas are using delayed fuses."

Mark, my Navy Seal, immediately threw himself upon the mortar, then yelled, "Haul ass, Commandos, 'cause I paid my insurance before leaving base." A moment later, the mortar exploded. Quickly moving to his aid, I sat down, put his head in my lap, then saw a gaping hole in his stomach with blood and guts everywhere. "Why, God? Were You out of miracles?" I called.

"Why did you do it, Mark?" I questioned as I looked down at him, trying to hold my composure.

"I was feeling guilty, Bill."

His voice was weak, so I got closer to him.

"About what?" I asked.

"Kissing your girlfriend in school. My boots . . . get 'em off."

"They're off! Want morphine?"

"Don't do drugs, remember?"

"Of course, I do, and I remember, as well, you catching my big ol' bass when I was out behind the tree taking a pee."

Mark looked up, faintly smiled, then slowly closed his eyes.

"Why, God? Why was Mark closer to the mortar than me? I'm so angry with You! We were joined at the hip, and You knew that!"

The sound of TAPS played in my head, knowing my good friend and fellow commando was now dead, leaving behind a beautiful wife and daughter.

The medics came, taking Mark's remains. Later, I would prepare for his funeral, but right now we were still in a battle, and I feared we would all die anyway since we were outnumbered.

God must've heard me ask for that second miracle, though, 'cause again I heard the sounds of the planes coming from behind. They flew in low, shooting rounds of ammunition at the Viet Cong. We weren't outnumbered for very long. Many died in front of our eyes, while others retreated. For the second time today, by God's grace, we weren't defeated.

 

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Damn! I can't succumb to this slaughter. I must survive somehow, for just a little while more, then get home to Cathy and our baby. They need me, like Mark's family needed him. If I were to keep score, the agonies of the war would beat my faith into the ground forevermore.

I didn't know where to begin to regain my belief. Darkness raced across my mind; this world being so unkind. "God, why did you let this happen? If we're only meant to die, what's the sense in bein' alive?"

I knew I'd never be the same with all I've seen and done since coming to this bloody jungle. Sure, in boot camp and training, we played war, but this was the real McCoy. I may survive the bullets, but will I ever survive the horror? Maybe Mark was the lucky one. No longer would he have to live within these gates of hell and hear the rat-tat-tat--kaboom--kaboom.

 

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All was deathly quiet later that night. The fighting had stopped for a while. No one on our team could muster a smile. There was nothing to be happy about. I laid down in my make-shift bed with my rucksack under my head. Tears burned my eyes as I asked again, "Why, God, Why?" This time, He replied, "My child, I'll explain later, because you're busy now."

When I finally was able to sleep, a vision came to me--such an unexpected comfort. It was Cathy in my dreams. Her warm embrace filled up the space within my grieving heart.

God then spoke again, "Although your heart may bleed, don't lose your will. When in doubt, know I am here and your family is back home for you. Hold fast to your faith--It will see you through."

 

*******
 

"Cathy, keep lookin'. We've got to find the right one before nightfall."

As I walked through the woods with Grandpa, a cool breeze nipped at my cheeks while we searched for the perfect Christmas tree. Big, beautiful snowflakes began falling and soon the ground became a blanket of soft white. It reminded me so much of winters in New Hampshire. For a moment, a feeling of homesickness crossed my mind as the baby kicked within my womb. "No worries," I reassured myself, "my mama will be joinin' us for a visit when this little one is born not long after Christmas. Besides, there's no place I'd rather be than here, but it sure would be nice if Bill was here, too."

We had heard from Bill by shortwave radio on Thanksgiving Day, but nothing since. Now, only two days away from celebrating the birth of Christ, I prayed he was still all right.

"Since Billy was old enough to walk, he would come with me to cut down a tree every year," Grandpa continued. "I sure do miss him!"

"I miss him, too," I replied, "but thank you for convincing Grandma that I could take his place this time, even though I'm eight months pregnant. Look at me! I'm waddlin' through the snow like a penguin. I'm sorry I'm slowin' you down."

"You're still a pretty sight, and I'm glad you're with me. Have you ever axed down a tree? If not, I'm gonna show you how. Then, once we drag it home, we'll decorate it and enjoy some cookies Grandma's makin', along with hot cider. Course, I may even indulge in a little moonshine, too, but don't you go tellin' on me."

Before I tried to remind him he shouldn't be drinkin' moonshine, Grandpa pointed and shouted, "THERE IT IS! A beautiful Fraser fir, and the best Christmas tree in Eastern Tennessee."

 

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After supper, Grandpa pounded the base of the stand into the bottom of the tree and placed it in the corner of the living room. We strung big, multi-colored lights on it, then adorned it with fragile glass ornaments that had been in the family for generations. We all wanted to hurry so we could watch the Andy Williams Christmas Special on television.

When Grandpa handed me the star for the top, Grandma said, "STOP! There ain't no way I'm lettin' Cathy climb on a chair to put the star up there!"

"I'll be alright, Grandma," I replied. But, then something happened. A warm liquid began running down my legs and onto the floor. "Oh my God, my water just broke!"

 

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Oh, no! They ain't gonna watch the Christmas Special now, 'cause it's time to go! Will Cathy and the baby be all right? Is Bill okay thousands of miles away? Stay tuned--Chapter 30 is coming soon!
Thanks so much for reading along. God Bless.
Respectfully with Admiration,
Bill & Cathy
(Commando & Tootie)
 

Author Notes

Authors Notes: Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). Chapter 29 is a continuation of the third part of our book and is primarily about Bill in Vietnam with Cathy pregnant with their baby, missing him back home. It is also the most heart-wrenching and dramatic. For those of you who haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage it. We are posting each chapter as we write it, and once finished, plan to publish our novel. Preparation and typesetting are already in the works. As always, any comments/suggestions for improvement will be appreciated. A "SALUTE" for reading along and for your support. * A close variation of one scene in this chapter was also included in a recent contest entry written by Bill Bishop (Commando). Rat-a-tat-tat--Kaboom--Kaboom! References: Taps w/lyrics: Andy Williams Christmas Special - 1964: Andy singing with The Young Americans.

Chapter 30
Christmas Surprise! - Chapter 30

By Tootie

Greetings, Friends!

Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie) and Bill Bishop (aka Commando) are co-authors of this book. Both invite you to join them in each chapter, and they hope to make you laugh, cry, and leave you in a state of uncertainty about what will happen next. As always, your suggestions for improvement will be appreciated. Thanks for reading our work and God Bless.

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~Previously~

"I'll be alright, Grandma," I replied. But, then something happened. A warm liquid began running down my legs and onto the floor. "Oh my God! My water just broke!"

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* Note * 

Our book is in three parts. The first is mainly about Bill and Cathy. The second introduces Grandpa and Grandma, along with cliffhangers. The third and final part, beginning with Chapter 25, is primarily about Bill in Vietnam with Cathy, pregnant with their baby, missing him back home. It is also the most heart-wrenching and dramatic. Some words in our book are written in a way that are appropriate for Smoky Mountain folks; yet, are not always grammatically correct. Characters will reflect earlier scenes in their lives at times and shall, as well, talk to the readers. Wider spaces between words are due to "full justified formatting."

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A sudden, overpowering feeling of fear entered my mind. I was anxious, became sweaty, and began having palpitations. Once again, I screamed, "Oh my God!"

"Get hold of yourself, Cathy! Try to relax. Everything will be alright, and there's plenty of time to get you to the hospital. You ain't feelin' no labor pains yet, are ya?"

"Well, I'm a little crampy and my tummy is starting to spasm. However, I don't know what labor pains feel like, Grandma."

"They'll probably be comin' on soon, and you'll know when you get them. Be sure to tell me when you do. I'll have Grandpa call the doctor. It may still be a while, and Grandpa can get the truck ready in the meantime. I'll pack you a bag, too, so we'll be all ready to go.

The labor pains started, then gradually intensified. The doctor had told Grandpa that we could wait until contractions were less than five minutes apart. It was early Christmas morning by the time we were on our way.

"Geez! The baby wants to come early so it can celebrate Christmas with us," Grandpa remarked.

I was lying down in the back seat, but could see him glance over at Grandma with a worried look.

"I don't think we're gonna make it to the hospital. Please HELP ME! I fear the baby is ready right now!" I cried out.

I was scared and was trying to hold back from pushing, but the pain was constant and intense. 

"Lord Almighty! Ol' Man, you'd better find us a place to pull over and quick! There ain't no more time. Looks like you're gonna be deliverin' Billy and Cathy's child this Christmas Day."

"I've delivered calves, but I've never done nothin' like this before. How can I be sure it'll come out okay?"

"It's gonna hafta, 'cause there ain't no other way!"

Grandpa immediately pulled to the side of the road while I continued to cry out. It hurt like hell. If I could've, I would've quit and not gone through with this anymore.

As soon as he came around and opened the back door, I couldn't resist any longer. Grandpa hurried to lift my dress and remove my panties.

"I ain't meaning to get so personal, Cathy, but this baby sure is in a rush. Look, Grandma, there's its head! Now what do I do?"

Grandma was standin' behind him, lookin' over his shoulder. "You do the same thing you did with our cow when she gave birth. Be ready to take hold of the little one when it comes out. Now, Cathy, let's have one big push and give it all you've got."

As I did, the baby slid right into Grandpa's big hands. His face lit up. "It's a boy!" he exclaimed.

Tears ran down my face. I wanted to hold my son right away, however, I was in total distress. "I'm still having painful contractions, Grandma. Is this normal?"

"Well, you're passin' the placenta, but that shouldn't hurt. Everything looks okay, too. Grandpa's gonna cut and tie the cord next."

"But something's wrong. It feels like the baby's still in me. Help! I gotta push some more!"

"Hmmmm, Ol' Woman, hold onto our grandson for a minute, so I can take a look . . . Sweet Jesus! There's another head a peekin' through. Congratulations, y'all, there's gonna be two!"
 

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"Hurrah! C'mon, Commandos. Let's go meet Bob Hope at Bien Hoa Air Force Base. Colonel Rose gave me his permission yesterday; it's a surprise for y'all. He told me that Bob was bringing Anita Bryant, Jill St. John, Maria Alberghetti, and Janis Paige, among others, as his special guests. Wow! I betcha they'll be some whoopin' and hollerin' by the troops, don'tcha think? Of course, as for myself, I'll see Cathy up on that stage, waving to me, then sayin' "I have a Christmas surprise for you, Honey! So, hurry home."

"Kinda miss Cathy and the baby, huh, Bill?" 

"Like bees miss honey, Larry! Now, it's time to say, 'Po Bill,' get a seat close to the stage, then wait for the show to begin. Geez! Just look at 'em packin' in."

Bob Hope introduced the group; the applause was louder than bombs a burstin' in air. Then, someone yelled, "Shake it, Baby, 'cause I've got cream for the topping!" Why was I not smiling and singing happy songs? Why was I not back home with Cathy and our baby where I belonged?

The show was great, but I couldn't wait to get back to bed, lay down my head, and dream of being with her. The song, 'Christmas is the Time to be with Your Baby" kept playin' in my mind as I said my prayers and drifted off to sleep.

My dreamin' was sweet. I saw Cathy and me strolling through the meadow, then sitting beneath the willow tree. The butterflies were playing, "Catch me if you can," as they fluttered high into the sky to do whatever they do up there. The birds were singin' like church bells ringin'. Cathy smiled at me, winked, then asked, "Will you love me forever and ever, Honey?"

"Oh, yes! I'll love you that long, plus an extra day, too, Darlin'. Here's a poem I've written from my soul, through my heart, by my hand, for you, Beautiful.

 

~Today, Tomorrow, and Forever~

Every moment we have spent together
has touched our lives, our souls forever.
The things we have both shared and learned,
together multiplies the love we've earned.

The person that I've grown into today,
did not get there by chance--no way!
I am who I am partly because of you,
and you are you because of me, too!

The changes in yourself that you now see,
and what I have come to know about me,
are responses to how we carried our lives,
and what we discovered in each other's eyes.

No matter what happens, this much is certain--
even after life shuts down and closes its curtain,
we'll remain as soulmates forever and a day,
'cause not even death can get in Love's way.
 

Tick-tock goes the clock! Please, God, let me catch the train that's gonna carry me home--clickety-clack!

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"Is your name Bill from Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, Commando?"

I opened my eyes to see a man I didn't know in uniform with a serious expression on his face. Immediately, I was awake and sat up straight.

"It is!" I replied. "Why?"

"I'm here to deliver an urgent message from your grandpa asking that you contact him at home immediately."

"Thank you, Sir, and who are you?" I tried not to appear worried, but I was.

"I'm Air Force Intelligence. Please come with me. I'll take you to our telephone, so you can make your call. Oh, and by the way . . . Merry Christmas."

"Well, I certainly hope it will be," I said, as I jumped outta bed.
 

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"Grandpa! What's a matter? Our Intelligence Agent said it was urgent."

"First, let me say, congratulations, Billy! You are the father of twins--a boy and a girl. However, the baby girl is currently in an incubator with undeveloped lungs. We don't yet know if she's gonna make it or not."

"Oh my God! She's gotta. Is Cathy okay?"

"That's the second part. Cathy's okay, but beside herself with worry. The doctor has contacted the American Red Cross and recommended they get you home fast. Grandma and I will do everything we can to help. Of course, you know this, don't ya?"

"You betcha! I'm headed for the Red Cross office here. Give my love to all, Grandpa."

As I hurried there, I trembled and prayed. "Once again, You put the cross on my back, Father! It's getting so heavy that I can't carry it up the hill all by myself. Please take my hand and help me, so I can best help Cathy and our little twins. For, after all, we're your children, too! I'm waiting on You, God. Please don't take long!"

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Will Bill be able to get home to be by Cathy's side? Will their little baby girl survive? You'll find out what happens next in Chapter 31. Stay tuned--it's coming soon! Thanks so much for reading along. Wishing y'all the best! God Bless.
Respectfully with Admiration,
Bill & Cathy
(Commando & Tootie)

Author Notes

Co-authored by Bill Bishop (aka Commando) and Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie). For those of you who haven't read the previous chapters, we encourage it. We are posting each chapter as we write it, and once finished, plan to publish our novel. Preparation and typesetting are already in the works. As always, any comments/suggestions for improvement will be appreciated. A "Salute" for reading along and for your support. Respectfully with Admiration, Cathy and Bill References: "Christmas is the Time to be with your Baby" - The Orchards (1964) Bob Hope Christmas Special - Bien Hoa, Vietnam 12/24/1964

Chapter 31
Dreams Come True - Chapter 31

By Tootie

Greetings, Friends!

Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie) and Bill Bishop (aka Commando) are co-authors of this book. Both invite you to join them in each chapter, and they hope to make you laugh, cry, and leave you in a state of uncertainty about what will happen next. Thanks for reading our work and God Bless.

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~Previously~

"First, let me say, congratulations, Billy! You are the father of twins--a boy and a girl. However, the baby girl is currently in an incubator undeveloped lungs. We don't yet know if she's gonna make it or not."
 

"Oh my God! She's gotta. Is Cathy okay?"

 

"That's the second part. Cathy's okay, but beside herself with worry. The doctor has contacted the American Red Cross and recommended they get you home fast. Grandma and I will do everything we can to help. Of course, you know this, don't ya?"

 

"You betcha! I'm headed for the Red Cross office here. Give my love to all, Grandpa."

 

As I hurried there, I trembled and prayed. "Once again, You put the cross on my back, Father! It's getting so heavy that I can't carry it up the hill all by myself. Please take my hand and help me, so I can best help Cathy and our little twins. For, after all, we're your children, too! I'm waiting on You, God. Please don't take long!"

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BILL

I walked into the Red Cross office and exclaimed, "Help me! I'm Bill--Commando Bill, and my boss is Colonel Rose, Commander of Commando Operations in Saigon, South Vietnam."
 

"Relax, Bill. Your boss is flying here, picking you up, then flying you home. We've already contacted him. He said to tell you that plans have changed and he'll brief you on the plane."
 

"God bless you, Sir. May I sit here and wait in this chair?"
 

"It will be an honor, Hero!"

 

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I immediately rose from the chair and stood at attention when he arrived. He smiled as soon as he saw me, gave me a smart salute, then asked, "Is that one good enough, Commando, or should I go practice in the mirror?"
 

"Hello, Boss. The salute was acceptable, but your shoes need shinin'!"
 

"Hey, cut me some slack please! C'mon Bill, and bring along your motion sickness pills 'cause we gotta fly high into the sky, get on home, then have some of your Grandma's Smoky Mountain cherry pie."
 

"Well I'll be! With that Smoky Mountain talkin' you're a doin', I'd reckon you were from Tennessee, Colonel Rose!"
 

"Just practicing for the trip, Mountain Man. We've got a lot of talking to do along the way, and I want you to understand me loud and clear."
 

"Hmm . . . why do I feel there'll be no happy songs on the plane, Boss?"
 

"No questions now. Like I said, 'it's time to go.'"
 

Before we left, Colonel Rose gave another smart salute to the supervisor on duty, then told him, "Please tell the Red Cross in Pigeon Forge to inform Bill's family that we're leaving Saigon now and are on our way. I'll be sure to send some kudos down channels thanking you all for your outstanding support. Merry Christmas and God Bless."
 

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"This is your Captain, Heroes. Buckle up--I'm rollin'," announced the pilot after we boarded the plane.
 

"Captain, as soon as you reach cruising altitude, please tell us because we need to use the table for our work," Colonel Rose instructed.
 

Not long after takeoff, the Captain looked back quickly and said, "Colonel Rose, we have reached cruising altitude now."
 

"Thank you, Captain. Okay Bill, let's get started. The notepaper is in the rack --you're probably going to need it."
 

"Let me get my thinkin' cap on too, 'cause this sounds mighty important," I replied. "Course, I'm gonna have to fit it on tight to keep up with ya."
 

"Let's put that Smoky Mountain humor to bed for a little bit and listen up, Commando. First off, effective as we speak, you are relieved of duty as the leader of my Joint Services Commando Team. Larry, your Navy Seal Master Instructor, will be taking your place."
 

"Shee! This is serious, Boss! I signed up to serve my country and that's what I plan to do, so what are ya gonna assign me to instead?"
 

"First of all, I am granting you a 30-day emergency leave to be with your family. You deserve to enjoy some time with Cathy and the twins. After your leave, you are to manage the transport of eight fallen war heroes from the Embassy of the United States in Saigon to the Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia. You shall, as well, plan and manage the burial ceremony. Long-term plans will soon be determined, but you won't get those orders until later. Now, do you feel that is acceptable, Commando?"
 

"Of course! My family is gonna be thrilled to have me close to home and outta that war zone for a time. I'll even be able to go fishin' with Grandpa--you betcha! If I may ask, Colonel Rose, what can I do to repay you for your kindness?"
 

"You can shine my shoes!"
 

"I'll take a raincheck on that if you don't mind, for after all, they actually look okay for a Boy Scout."
 

For the remainder of our flight, we played Blackjack poker, ate when we serviced the aircraft, and tried to look important. The boss arranged for a staff car once we landed at McGee Tyson Airport, near Knoxville. We shaved, showered, and took a three-hour nap at the National Guard facility there, then headed out. Before leavin', I called Grandpa.
 

"It's Billy. I'm in Blunt County. I'll be at the hospital within the hour. How are Cathy and our twins?"

"Cathy's heaps better and your son's doin' fine. As for your baby girl, she's not out of the woods yet; only time will tell. The doctor is a smart man; he's doin' everythin' he can."

"Tell Cathy I'm prayin' hard, and I'll be there soon. Tell her as well, that I love her and our babies, heart and soul. "
 

"Will do, Billy. Travel safe and God bless ya!"
 

Once we arrived at the hospital, Colonel Rose stopped after enterin' and said, "You need a little time alone with your family. Why don't I go to the cafeteria and get me a cup of coffee while you visit?"
 

"Okay, Boss, but be sure to come by afterwards 'cause I want to introduce you to everyone," I replied.
 

"Promise, Bill. Now, get yourself there--and that's an order!"
 

I found my way to the maternity ward. When I entered Cathy's room, I saw her propped up in bed, readin' a book. I stood in the doorway marvelin' at how beautiful she was. Once catchin' sight of me, she smiled and exclaimed. "Well hello there, handsome new daddy. We've been waiting for you! Now get on over here and give me a kiss."
 

"Where are our babies?" I asked.
 

"They still need incubators, and visiting is limited; soon a nurse will take us to see them in the nursery ICU."
 

I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. I kissed Cathy deeply and breathed in the sweet scent of her before sayin', "Please tell me more about our little girl. Is she gonna be okay?"
 

"Honey, we just got to keep on praying and believing that dreams come true. Our daughter was born with a condition called hyaline membrane disease. It's rare and usually happens in premature male babies, but also can occur in the second born of premature twins."
 

The technical term was scary to hear, and I knew I'd heard it before. Where that was, I couldn't be sure. This shouldn't be--did my family carry a curse? I pushed that thought from my mind. No, she was right--we had to keep prayin' and believin' everythin' would be alright.
 

"Where are Grandpa and the others anyway?" I asked. "I told them I was comin', so I expected they'd be here too."
 

"They'll be here a little later. I told them to wait a while. We have something to do before they arrive."
 

"See our babies, right? Where's that nurse then? I can't wait!" I knew I'd immediately fall in love with 'em.
 

"Well, I told her to leave us alone until I called for her. They're sleeping now and what we've got to do is just between me and you."
 

"Whippersnapper! Do you really think we should do it here in the hospital? Seriously? I'm not sayin' I don't wanna, but I thought you'd need some time to recover."
 

"I'm not believing my ears! I didn't mean THAT! No, Honey, we have to name our babies! I was thinking we might want to call our boy Billy, after you. Billy Junior--now doesn't that sound nice? Grandpa's already calling him his 'little man.'"
 

"That would be grand, Beautiful! Then why don't we call our girl Cathy, like you?"
 

"It'd be too confusing, Honey, because there's no such thing as a Cathy Junior. No, we've got to figure out another name."
 

"Hmm . . . I don't wanna say it, but what if she don't make it? Then she'll be a little angel of God just like . . ."
 

"I know . . . just like little Patrick Kennedy," Cathy replied. "God bless his sweet soul. How'd you know that was the same thing that gave him angel wings only two days after he was born in August of '63? But she's already lived longer than that, and we can't think that way. She's doing better every day, and weighs almost five pounds now--just one-half pound lighter than Billy. It's a good sign."
 

"Well I didn't know, but . . ." Suddenly it hit me. "That's it! We'll call her Angel, and she's made of strong chain. You betcha!"
 

Just then Grandpa and Grandma entered the room, followed by my boss.
 

"Great timing, everyone," Cathy said. "We just named our babies--Billy and Angel."
 

"Mighty fine names," Grandpa remarked. "Congratulations you two!"
 

"And since you're all here, now's a good time to also announce what Colonel Rose told me earlier," I said. "Better yet, I'll let him tell ya."

 

"Better than that!" replied Colonel Rose. "I got something to tell you all that YOU don't even know yet, Bill. I'll bet you'll be surprised."

 

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As always, we've left  you with a cliffhanger. Please don't run after us with Grandma's broom! Chapter 32 has been written and will be posted soon.
Thank you all! Best wishes and God bless.
Respectfully with Admiration,
Bill & Cathy

Author Notes

Please forgive us for the delay in sharing these last few chapters. We've been extremely busy this past month preparing for the publication of this novel. We betcha you're gonna love it! It's ready to go, but we're waitin' on our Library of Congress Number which is due any day. We'll be advertising it here once it's available. Thank you all for your continued support and encouragement. It means the world to both of us! Respectfully with Admiration, Bill & Cathy FYI - You will notice Bill's name at the top of this chapter. Although past chapters did not show who was speaking in each section, we have added them in the soon-to-be published novel. ------ References: Patrick Bouvier Kennedy

Chapter 32
Comin' Home - Chapter 32

By Tootie

Greetings, Friends!

Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie) and Bill Bishop (aka Commando) are co-authors of this book. Both invite you to join them in each chapter, and they hope to make you laugh, cry, and leave you in a state of uncertainty about what will happen next. Thanks for reading our work and God Bless.

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~Previously~

"And since you're all here, now's a good time to also announce what Colonel Rose told me earlier," I said. "Better yet, I'll let him tell ya."

"Better than that!" replied Colonel Rose. "I got something to tell you all that YOU don't even know yet, Bill. I'll bet you'll be surprised."
 

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BILL
 

"We are waitin' for the surprise, so c'mon let's hear it," Grandpa said.

"Yes, I'd love to hear what you have to say, Colonel Rose," Cathy added.

"Very well then. As I told Bill on the plane, I am granting him a 30-day emergency leave so he can spend some time with his family. After that he is to travel to Arlington National Cemetery to honor and pay tribute to eight fallen heroes, one of whom was the Navy Seal who died in his arms."

"That special assignment is an honor, Boss," I replied. I was anxious to hear what I was gonna do next.

"What I haven't told you, Bill, is that although we are still working on the details, you're not returning overseas. Instead, there is a top secret tactical project that you're being assigned to."

Cathy's eyes went wide. "Am I hearing you right, Colonel Rose?"

"Yes, Cathy. I am happy to say that this Smoky Mountain Man you love will be safely stationed stateside for the remainder of his active duty. Therefore, you can rest assured that Bill's got a good chance of living to see Billy and Angel grow up."

"Thank you for all you do," Grandma told him. "Just so you know, we're expectin' you to come 'round for supper before you head on back."

"That would be a pleasure. Thank you, Ma'am. May I ask what you're serving for dessert?"

"Why certainly!" Grandma remarked. "Billy told us your favorite, so we're havin' cherry pie!"

I looked over at Colonel Rose, then at Grandpa real quick. They had smiles longer than miles on their faces, and at the same time, we all replied, "Goody, Goody!"
 

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My 30-day leave has just about rode off on a breeze, yet the timin' is good. Angel had to spend longer in the hospital, but she's now fine and where she belongs: home with the rest of us. Hurrah!

Yay! Today I'm gonna steal Cathy away from Grandpa and Grandma. While they watch the twins, we're gonna have a high ol' time in the meadow. I have our blanket in the pack to lie on the soft grass, then I'm plannin' to share with her a true story beginnin' with the day I was born.
 

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CATHY

After we settled on the blanket and were enjoying the sights and sounds in the meadow, Bill said, "I gotta share somethin' with you. Are you listenin', Darlin'?"

"Of course, Handsome. What's the matter? You look so serious all of a sudden."

"That's because it's somethin' my family don't like to talk about. We've all tried to cast it out of our minds 'cause it brings us such sorrow. Grandma says it don't make much sense to stir up the past, yet we have been blessed with beautiful twins, and you have a right to know."

Bill reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of white-lined paper. He unfolded it, then looked over at me and went on. "This is a true story I wrote when I was a teenager. I found it in the book of my writin's Grandpa still keeps. I figure readin' it to you might be the best way to tell ya, so here goes."

He cleared his throat, hesitated for a moment, then started . . .

 

Written by Billy (age 13)
GOD'S LITTLE ANGEL

The day my momma had me, she had another--my brother! His name was Bobby. Although we were not identical twins, we were as close as two peas in a pod and in many ways alike.

The years passed fast, and we celebrated our seventh birthday. As a gift, Grandpa gave us fishin' rods and said, "Go out to the river, fish from the bridge, and catch a heap for God's little angels because the Golden Pond is almost bare."

So, off we go--how many will we catch? Only God knows!

Bobby ran ahead, jumped upon the bridge rail, cast out his line, lost his balance then fell into the river.

"Please God! Don't take me yet, because Billy's heart would fall apart."

"Where are you, Bobby? Please wait, 'cause I'm jumpin' in and comin' to you!"

"Too late, Billy! I'm in Heaven, catchin' whoppers for our little angels! When you join me--bring your pole."

Bobby's body was never found. Three weeks later, I placed his picture in a coffin, then we buried it in the meadow under a big oak tree. He had told me earlier, "That's where I wanna be . . . when Jesus comes for me!"

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I was speechless as I tried to hold back the tears. My heart was aching, almost breaking, for Bill. I knew that seeing our own Angel struggle to stay alive this past month made the memory of Bobby harder, not only for him, but also for his momma, Grandpa and Grandma.

"I'm sorry, Darlin'! I should have told you so much earlier. When I found out about Angel, I thought we carried a curse when it came to twins."

My eyes were filled with tears. "Aww, Honey, I'm the one who's sorry. You sharing with me like that just makes me love you more." I held and hugged him tight. "Both our babies are going to be all right!"

We sat on the blanket quietly for a while, still wrapped in each other's arms. The birds chirped in the trees, while the little squirrels scampered about. God's beauty was all around.

I finally stood up, stretched and said, "Tomorrow you'll be leaving for Arlington, so let's go home and love up Billy and Angel. But, before we do, I reckon you might want to love me up too. So, 1-2-3, I bet you can't catch me!"

Bill chased me across the meadow, and I've got to say, it wasn't long before I stopped running.
 

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BILL

I said goodbye to all, climbed into the plane, then fell asleep. The time passed fast like a greyhound dog on the track, and I awoke in Arlington, Virginia.

My assignment there was to go to the National Cemetery and manage the burial of those eight war heroes. All were flown in from the Embassy of the United States in Saigon in South Vietnam. One of the eight was Mark.

I quickly chose a "Joint Services Color Guard" from the surroundin' units, then we were ready for the services to begin.

I stood tall and proud to be an American as the Color Guard marched to the memorial, made ready their weapons, then did the 21-gun salute. When Taps was sounded, I passed Ol' Glory to the next of kin of our dead. As I looked along the headstones of our heroes, I seemed to hear a whisper from above, "Welcome home, My children!"

After the dedication, Colonel Rose handed me an envelope and said, "Wait to open it with Cathy."

"Yes, Sir," I replied with a salute.

I bid my farewells, climbed aboard the plane and headed back to Tennessee. I tried sleepin'; yet when I closed my eyes, I saw Mark dyin' in my arms.

Once I got home, the demons kept runnin' wild in my mind. They've since disappeared for the most part, and I'm still here today to say, "THANK YOU, FATHER!"
 

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Are you ready for our final chapter? Please stay tuned - it's comin' soon!

Thank you for followin' along! Best wishes and God Bless.
Respectfully with Admiration,
Bill & Cathy

 

Author Notes

We both would like to thank all who have read along as we've co-authored this special historic love story. It's hard enough to write one chapter at a time, but it gets even harder to gather the writings all together to make a novel great. We spent many hours preparing it for publication, and we're happy to say that Love Long Distance was published on July 30th. HURRAH! You can find the link to it in the advertisement running now on FanStory. Chapter 33 will also be comin' soon, 'cause we are committed to share it all with you. However, we encourage even those of you who've read along to check out the finished product. Dreams can come true! Wishing you all the best. Keep writing and God Bless. Respectfully with Admiration, Bill and Cathy (Commando and Tootie) References: Arlington National Cemetery - Taps and 21-gun salute at Arlington National Cemetery -

Chapter 33
Lookin' Back - Chapter 33

By Tootie

Greetings, Friends!

Cathy Waldron (aka Tootie) and Bill Bishop (aka Commando) are co-authors of this book. This is the final chapter. They both want to thank you for reading along, and hope they made you laugh, cry, and left you wondering what would happen next. Thanks for reading this special historical love story. Best Wishes & God Bless.

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~Previously~

I stood tall and proud to be an American as the Color Guard marched to the memorial, made ready their weapons, then did the 21-gun salute. When Taps was sounded, I passed Ol' Glory to the next of kin of our dead. As I looked along the headstones of our heroes, I seemed to hear a whisper from above, "Welcome home, My children!"
 

After the dedication, Colonel Rose handed me an envelope and said, "Wait to open it with Cathy."

"Yes, Sir," I replied with a salute.

I bid my farewells, climbed aboard the plane and headed back to Tennessee. I tried sleepin'; yet when I closed my eyes, I saw Mark dyin' in my arms.

Once I got home, the demons kept runnin' wild in my mind. They've since disappeared for the most part, and I'm still here today to say, "THANK YOU, FATHER!"
 

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BILL

 

Oh yes! I have walked through the fires in the pits of hell. I've stumbled and fallen, yet picked myself up to fight on. Through the blood and guts of it all--I stood tall . . . and did it God's way! I remember crystal clear, the year was 1961. At John F. Kennedy's Inaugural Address on January 20th he said, "Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country!"

Now the hurtful yesterdays are gone and I'm home. Of course there are times that demons return to my mind; but I pull them out and toss 'em back to hell from which they came.

Today I stole away to the meadow, and found myself lookin' back along the journey that Cathy and I have walked joined at the hip, as our hearts beat as one.
 

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The sight of Cathy waitin' for me when I came home from Virginia remains in my memory, even though it was so many years ago. With both little Billy and Angel in her arms, she ran to me, and we embraced. With tears in our eyes, we looked down at our children. I thanked God I had gotten out of Vietnam alive, although I would continually ask Him, "Why Mark and not me?"

Strollin' together through the meadow, we rested in our favorite spot. That's when I pulled out the envelope from my boss and told Cathy it contained my next orders. I opened it and read the note inside:

 

Commando (aka Mountain Man),

It is with pleasure that I inform you that for the remainder of your active duty, you are being assigned to Sewart Air Force Base near Nashville, TN. There you will serve as US Commando Advisor and Intelligence. Further details about when to report for duty will be forthcoming soon. In the meantime, spend a little more time with Cathy and the twins.

Please thank your Grandma once again for that delicious supper, including the cherry pie. Also thank your Grandpa, although privately, for the moonshine he slipped me when Grandma wasn't looking.

It is an honor to give you this news. Congratulations and God Bless.

Respectfully,

Colonel A. Rose


Cathy put her head on my shoulder, and with a sigh of relief said, "I'm grateful we no longer have to be in love long distance."
 

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Our "official" weddin' took place the followin' spring when the children were just beginnin' to walk. Butterflies fluttered about, the sun shone bright, and the Great Smoky Mountains in the foreground made for a majestic sight. Cathy wore a beautiful sundress that Grandma made special for the ceremony, and held onto a bouquet of fresh cut daisies. Grandpa walked her to me as I stood there in front of the minister. I was wearin' my uniform adorned with all of my medals. My Navy Seal, Larry, servin' as Best Man, was by my side. Cathy's cousin, Sue, was Maid of Honor, and both of our mommas, as well as Colonel Rose, were nearby lookin' on. Other family members, friends and neighbors were there also to share this blessin' from God.

We stood near this willow tree where we would recite poetry, and where our kids were conceived, as we said our vows to each other. Afterwards the minister declared us man and wife. I kissed Cathy, then for the grand finale, hand-in-hand, we both yelled out "HURRAH" and jumped over Grandma's broom.

Grandma had arranged for a wonderful picnic to follow. With red and white tablecloths laid out like patchwork in the meadow, we all gathered round, sat down, and enjoyed country fried chicken, cabbage apple slaw, butter smothered biscuits, and lemonade. A delicious Tennessee Mountain Stack Cake was dessert. Nothin' could've made this special day any better.

As Billy and Angel got bigger, Grandma fussed over them, and Grandpa enjoyed takin' them both fishin' as soon as they could hold a pole and bait a hook. They loved their great grandparents, and we lived right beside them in a log cabin of our own.

Time passed, and so did the days of our lives. Each day became sweeter than honey in a beehive. All at once, the sweet taste turned sour and the inevitable happened. Grandma climbed the stairway to Heaven, and Grandpa followed a week later.

As did David, a young Israelite teenager who slew Goliath, Billy grew into a man. Followin' in my footprints, he entered the Air Force, became a commando, and served 30 years of active military duty. He now lives not far away with his own family in South Carolina.

Angel grew up healthy and fine, and took a different path. Dolly Parton was her idol, so she picked up the guitar at a young age and also sang in the church choir. Once she turned 18, she headed on up to Nashville to the Grand Ol' Opry and became a star. It's always nice to see her beautiful face when she comes and visits after travelin' from place to place.

The Vietnam War hadn't taken my life like both Cathy and I feared it might. As we grew old together, Cathy continued to worry she might someday have to live without me, but that wasn't in God's master plan. He must've heard her pleas 'cause I wasn't the one who left this earth first--it was she. Cathy succumbed to cancer at the age of 73.

"Please bury me under the willow tree," she asked me on the last day of her life. She also said, "I love you deeply, and I thank you for our wonderful life together. We've been blessed in so many ways, and nothing, not even death, will ever break us apart. Until we are joined again in heaven, you'll always find me in your heart."

 

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As I stand here by Cathy's grave, dressed in the same uniform I wore at our weddin', I recall the followin' poem I had written and recited to her only months before.

 

DEDICATED TO AN ANGEL OF GOD--MY WIFE

~ SOMEDAY ~

Someday I'll gather moonbeams that reflect in your eyes,
and forever keep them in my heart as a grand prize.
I'll collect rays of sunshine so golden bright,
to warm your lovin' heart on a cold winter's night.

Someday I'll capture the rainbow with a pot of gold,
then the sky will brighten as its beauty unfolds.
Wherever you shall look, despite dark clouds and rain,
it will banish sad thoughts and all our earthly pain.

Someday I'll catch butterflies and put them in a jar,
so I can sprinkle them on you to shine like David's star.
The stormy wind will end, gently blowin' as a breeze
that will so softly whisper, "I Love You," through the trees.

Someday we'll eat supper with Jesus and drink a glass of wine,
before joyfully leavin' the earthly yesterdays behind.
White capped waters of the ocean shall rise and fall at times;
Yet I'll hold you warm and safe, your body next to mine.

Someday I'll do all of these things for you--plus more,
then forever together, Heaven we'll explore.
Throughout eternity, our hearts will beat as one.
True Love knows no distance and shall never be undone."

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"Our Long Distance Journey began 
with a single step toward one another;
yet when our final earthly moment neared,
we reached and touched
the Face of God."

~The End~

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We both would like to thank all who have read along as we've co-authored this special historical love story. It is with mixed emotions that we say "The End." It will always be the novel that means the most to us. However, we're still writin' and we're here to say, "Stay tuned for our next novel involvin' Bill and Cathy!" Wishing you all the best. Keep followin' your dreams 'cause dreams can come true! God Bless.
Respectfully with Admiration,
Bill & Cathy
(Commando & Tootie)
 

Author Notes

After a lot of edits and merging of chapters, Love Long Distance was published on July 30th. HURRAH! You can find the link to it in the advertisement running now on FanStory. We encourage even those of you who've read along to check out the finished product. Thank you all for your encouragement and support. We couldn't have done it without you! Wishing you all the best. Keep writing and God Bless. Respectfully with Admiration, Bill and Cathy (Commando and Tootie) References: John F. Kennedy Inaugural Address - Dolly Parton -

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