Gateway sat under a tree with his granddaughter leaning against him. Donavon sat next to him, as well as the Smiths. Donavon sat with his head back, holding a half full bottle of water in his hand. Catherine, her head on her husband’s shoulder was dozing while he read from the small bible. Around them groups of former hostages were doing much the same thing.
“You know what, General?” asked Donavon.
“What’s that, Sam?” answered Gateway, looking at his friend. The man still had his head back and his eyes closed.
“I was just thinking about the last time we were on a beach here in the Philippines.”
There were a few moments of silence. “We’d been pulled back out of combat and the war had ended. It was just as peaceful as now.”
“Seems like only yesterday,” said Donavan. “I can still see all the faces and hear the voices of the men who were there with us. Makes you wonder why we were the ones able to return.”
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