One Last...

On the 24^th of November, 1964, I took an

oath to the Constitution and was inducted

into the Army. I was seventeen years old

and my mom reluctantly gave her written

permission for me to enlist. I was still half

a year away from legally being able to do

so on my own.

That was, it seems to me eons ago. I was a

teenage rebel who needed a good deal of

regimentation and stability in my life at the

time.

My mom and dad had divorced several

years before. I had dropped out of high

school and needed some firm guidance

into manhood.

Beyond everyone’s expectations, I

managed to do well in the military.

For me, I got what I needed at the

time. I had to do what I was told to

by drill sergeants and officers who

held sway over me.

Three years of service taught me

everything I needed to know. Fifty

seven years later, approaching my

seventy-fifth year in life, I have

come to realize that all which remains

for me is the unlimited and unattainable

everything else.

It is said that time heals all wounds.

In reality, and with a fair measure of

cynicism left in me, I’d have to say,

Yeah right! There is never enough

time for that.

I cannot personally rely upon a heaven

or hell to extend my life eternally. Nor

can I abide that reincarnation thingy.

However, I do believe for some folks

that those nine lives cats are afforded

may apply. I consider myself fortunate

to have experienced as many in my time.

To those who have known me personally,

you can imagine any hereafter for yourself

and me that you choose. Before I go, how-

ever, the expulsion of one final fur ball and

a gruff “Meow” would be sufficient enough

for me.

                     -30-

Chris Hanch 11-15-2021