This was your great-Grandfathers war watch, and he wore it everyday he was in that war, and when hed done his duty, he wont home to your great-grandmother, took the watch off, put it in an old coffee can, and in that can it stayed until your granddad Dance Coolidge, was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Germans once again. This time they called it World War II. Your great-grandfather gave this watch to your granddad for good luck. Unfortunately, Danes luck wasnt as good as his old mans; Dane was a Marine and he was killed along with all the other Marines at the battle of Wake Island. Your granddad was facing death. He knew it. None of those boys had any illusions about ever leaving that island alive so three days before the Japanese took the island, your granddad asked a gunner on an Air Force transport, name of Winocki, a man he never met before in his life, to deliver to his infant son, whod hed never seen in the flesh, his gold watch. Three days later your granddad was dead, but Winocki kept his word. After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your infant father his dads gold watch. This watch. This on was on your daddys wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He know that if the gooks ever saw the watch, its be confiscated, taken away. The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. Hed be dammed if any slopes gonna put his greasy yellow hands on his boys birthright, so he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something, his ass. Five long years he wore this watch up his ass. Then he died of dysentery, he give me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home, and now, little man, I give the watch to you.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 06:14:46 +0000