THEY GOT ME. CAPTURED. TRUTH SERUM. CAN’T... CAN’T FIGHT, DELIRIUM. NAME, RANK AND SERIAL... SLURRR, TAKING PUNCHES. I’M HERE, KIND OF... DELIRIUM... I HEAR FELLOW PRISONERS, “GET OUT, I TELL THEM TO GET OUT... RESIST!” IT’S FUTILE - UNCONSCIOUS. I WOULD BE DRIVING DOWN MAIN STREET ALL HEADS TURNING, A FAST MOVER... ROARRRR MY BUDDIES... THEY ARE SAVING ME. CARRYING ME AWAY FROM THE ENEMY. CLOSE CALL. OUT OF THE CAVE. I HOPE THEY DAMAGED THOSE GUYS. WEAK ... DRIFTING... SLEEP. SAFE FOR NOW. “WHEW,” CLOSE CALL, RE-GROUP... TIRED BEYOND TIRED. NURSING ME BACK STILL STUCK IN THE VALLEY. “DOROTHY,” I CALL HER NAME, “GUIDE ME.” HIS STRENGTH RETURNS SLOWLY, HEART BEATING. AGAIN FELLOW SOLDIERS RESCUE HIM. DRAG HIM TO A FIELD HOSPITAL. MORE NURSES, STRENGTH, SLEEP. RACING DOWN MAIN STREET IN MY FAST MOVER... ALL HEADS TURN. HE THINKS, “THEY SENT ME BACK TO A REAL HOSPITAL. WALLS AND TOILETS COME INTO FOCUS. I MUST BE OUT OF THE VALLEY. I SEE DOROTHY - “HI.” “HI,” BACK... AND KIDS...THEY GET ME UP ON MY FEET... SO TIRED. THEY MAKE ME WALK. HAND ME A WALKER, AND TEETH, AND HEARING AIDS, AND GLASSES. I WALK SLOWLY, ONE STEP AT A TIME, TIRED; SIT, SLEEP, NEED HELP TO MOVE, ANYTHING. THE SUN RISES... THEY HAND ME MY TEETH, HEARING AIDS, GLASSES, BREATHING TOY, EVERY MORNING A ROUTINE, DRAW BLOOD... AND ME, I GOT MY SLOW MOVER READY FOR THE DAY ONE STEP... ANOTHER.
I GOT MY SLOW MOVER, WHO NEEDS A FAST CAR. I GOT MY SLOW MOVER... STILL... DAD SURVIVED
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