Week Two (Nov. 1 - Nov. 9) Topic: World War 2
Winner: Janelle
Story (No Name)
By Janelle
The stories I have heard over a million times. He never remembers he has already told us. It’s amazing how someone who was a great, smart, strong person has a memory disorder.
But I do have one favorite story.
1940
I was sent to the sub base. Of course everyone needs an engineer now. It took forever to make it past the security. Soon salty smells hit my senses. I was told I would be here for a while, so I had to bring everything I brought from home. Mostly all I brought was clothing. But I did have a picture of my mother and father. When I told my parents my plans to join the army my mother begged me to stay home, but my father said her was proud of me. That is the main reason why I am here, to gain my fathers respect.
A woman came up to me.
“Arthur am I correct?” she asked, my golly she was an attractive woman.
“Yes ma’am.” I replied.
“Right this way!” She then smiled at me, and I’ll be darned the sun shone a little brighter.
She led me to a submarine and showed me to my quarters. It didn’t surprise me they were tiny any had 6 bunks.
“I’ll tell the captain you’re here.” She left and soon returned with an older man in his fifties. His beard was well trimmed, face seemed weathered, and his uniform looked like it had just been pressed. All in all he seemed like a well-kept man.
“Alright son,” He said, “Marty here will show you around and were you need to report each morning for repairs until your duties are done.”
“Yes sir.” I said my chin high and arms behind my back.
“Good man,” The captain replied.
The tour was not to long and Marty explained everything perfectly. When my day was done with I, to be honest was exhausted. And thankfully my first night I slept well, and in future that didn’t happen again.
Over the next few months I saw a lot of Marty, she was a good girl. I learned that she was a few years older than my twenty-four. Each day I learned more about her. Then she was transferred. That was something that didn’t bode well with me. Within a year I was sent to Pearl Harbor to help out there, fixing thing up, and evacuating people out. I had never forgotten Marty. Then one day a miracle happened. A sub landed. All my buddies told me not to get my hopes up they all knew Marty was the girl of my dreams. And out of that sub she came smiling as beautiful as ever.
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