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\chapimg{Discount\_Bees}{art/Discount_Bees-Willy.jpg}
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\chapauth{Ben Biddick}
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\chapter{Willy}
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I sat on my chair and opened a can of beer. The TV was on and I was
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looking for a break from reality. It was 1953. I had just bought the TV
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and was adjusting to the adaptation of sight and sound together.
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The Korean War was on in the Far East and a number of the younger
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generation of the town in which I lived had gone off to fight, including
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my grandson, Willy. I had fought in WWI, my son John had fought in WWII,
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and now Willy had gone off to fight in the Korean War. I prayed for
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Willy often, for I knew the ravages of war.
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I soon had fallen asleep on the chair when a certain annoying sound came
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from the door. It was a certain scratching. A horridly fearful sound. I
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woke with a start and walked to the door. The scratching came again and
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then a moan. A terrible low moan, filled with anguish, pain, sadness,
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and fear. I took a step back. Another moan. It caused fear to waltz up
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and down my spine.
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``Who's there?'' I shouted to the other side of the gate.
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All there was was an attempt at the word: Grandpa.
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``Willy?'' I asked the voice, and my sanity.
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I swung the door open in anticipation. There was Willy, lying on the
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front steps. He was dressed in combat fatigues and had no left leg. His
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thigh was raw meat. Blood had turned the green pants into rust all the
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way across Willy's buttocks, top right leg, and lower back.
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``Grand-nd-pa,'' Willy stuttered, ``I can't walk. What is wrong?''
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The young man was bewildered to the point of delirium. I hugged the boy
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and cried. I shut my eyes to the agony and squeezed the young boy.
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``Oh, Will,'' I shuttered.
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I then opened my eyes and I was holding nothing. I rubbed my eyes, and
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retreated in shock and bewilderment. I went back into my house in a
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stupor and called John's house. All I could say when John lifted the
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phone was, ``Willy---''
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``Grandpa,'' I heard accompanied with sobs and shrieks, ``Willy's dead. His
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left leg was blown off by a grenade and he bled to death.''
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All I could do was hang up.
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