Fish asked. And so it fell to me: the task of escorting Grandmother to the closing-night enactment of A Christmas Carol in the Graves-end Town Hall. Owen had already filled out his Officer Assignment Preference Statement-his DREAM SHEET, he called it. I think now that I must have wanted to see her grave at night, knowing how she hated the darkness; I believe I wanted to reassure myself that some light penetrated even the cemetery at night.
Early's hand. WE'RE VERY CLOSE TO CANADA, he said. You'd think that Humphrey Bogart could learn a better Irish accent than that, my grandmother complained. IT'S STANDARD ARMY- THEY GIVE ME TWO HOURS TO PACK A BAG AND THE NEXT THING I KNOW, I'M IN CALIFORNIA.
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