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Author Name: Freegingerbear 3 Comments
Date Added: November 28, 2003 20:11:19 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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...willis beecher
...Willis Beecher was a shambles of a man whose hair was full of bird's nests wearing the same old clothes winter summer and fall ...he'd smoke cigarettes till his fingers turned amber letting the smoldering stubs burn blisters till they bled ...all the children knew that Willis was crazy as a loon and so of course he became an object only to be teased day in day out ...they'd pass him every afternoon at three standing in his yard holding an empty hose in his pitiful mind watering his dead and dying grass arguing all the while with the demons deep inside trying to drag him home ...he was a man no one knew but it was rumored he had a brother someplace who didn't know him either that he'd been in the army or something of the sort whose mind was harmed in one war or another ...one afternoon at three he wasn't there even his dog was gone and the house was boarded up and silent with a for sale sign hap-hazardly staked out front ...everyone wondered but didn't really care what had happened to crazy old Willis till the newspaper one day announced that a local hero who won the medal of honor and silver star in an unknown place called Viet Nam had passed away ...the papers called it suicide the church and pastor called it satan but I knew because old lady Jenkins who lived next door said it was the demons from his war finally come to take him home
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeMary F. Charest on January 23, 2004 10:14:42 AM Report
Nicely written with a powerful message.

BTW, happy birthday.
Mary
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on January 23, 2004 06:06:10 AM Report
Deb, very good write. It is sad but a way of Life that folks like Willis Beecher are ignored and not helped or understood.


Lady Dragonwyck
Comment By: FreeMark S. Valence on January 23, 2004 02:54:10 AM Report
It is a damn shame when a hero dies and NO one notices. Thanks for telling some of Willis Breechers history. We all need to remember heros, we need to remember people like Willis!




 


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