A Walk On D-Day
Bernie and I go for a walk. A walk is always good. Yesterday I found a great stick. Did we have fun with that or what?
But today Bernie’s kind of quiet. We come to the big flat rock in the canyon, up above our house, always looking so small from here; but I can hear the water splashing in the swan fountain. Bernie sits down. Me, too. He gives me a pat.
“Sixty-seventh anniversary of D-Day, big guy,” he says. “Some of those men are still around, but the numbers are dwindling. Important to remember them.”
Not sure who we’re remembering, plus numbers are involved, so I just sit there and feel Bernie remembering.
Welcome Murphy and McGinnis Greer from Syracuse, Winston, Gary. Ralph – please re-try.
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