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| Walter Morris and Buddy Leave Home |
Firmly rooted in the green rolling hill of southwestern Pennsylvania like their parents and grandparents before them, the painted-on veneer of confidence fails to hide the nervousness as Walter and Buddy lock arms in a show of mutual support and prepare to courageously face the unknown on Dec. 1, 1921.
It wasn't like today. They hadn't seen much of the world. Their preparation, if you can call it that, was playing cowboy and Indian, pitching hay and shooting squirrels. They hadn't seen the world on TV; hadn't talked on a telephone, and the closest thing they had to remote communication was yelling across the holler or writing a letter. But they were off to see the world.
Uncle Walter, or should I call him great-uncle Walter, was off to see the world and never returned. just like many others before and after him.
I didn't actually know Walter. He was gone long before I arrived. Mom relayed a sentence or two that grandma mentioned about him, but other than that he has faded into history.
This post card is what he sent home,
I can't read all the message now. It has faded into history like Walter, Buddy, and so many more.
I don't really know where he went, but at the time Haiti was occupied and the Greco-Turkish war was on.
About all I really know today is that his ship arrived, and after all these years Buddy and Walter, like those who went before and those that shall someday sail, have become unknown soldiers in their own way.
Many things have changed in the last hundred years or so, but many others remain sadly the same. I'm afraid we will always need our heroes to sacrifice their lives so that others might live.
