A
thought came to me totally unexpectedly.
A
name from more than fifty-years ago
popped
into my head. I am relatively certain
that
person is dead, for he must have been in
his
late forties at the time I knew him. Strange,
that
for all those years he has lain silently in
state
in the graveyard confines of my mind.
No
need in remembering him, for he had no
later
influence or exposure to me for more
than
5-decades since that previous period of
my
life. Nonetheless, without conscious provo-
cation
there it was, a name and a face remem-
bered,
fresh as a daisy, they say. And it gave
me
pause to wonder—could it possibly be that
such
a sudden revelation of a person who has
long
passed away has been resurrected in spirit,
and
brought back to life again? Should that be
the
case, as long as I live, I shall try my damn
best
to never forget your name. And oh, by the
way,
Saunders is his name, Sergeant Major,
Gordon
L. Saunders, 14th Armored Cavalry,
US
Army—imposing hulk of a man; impressive
handle
bar mustache, I recall. They called him,
The
Crunch (behind his back of course).
Chris
Hanch 10-29-19
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