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freckle-faced      jug-eared           left-handed skinny as a fungo bat loose-jointed      like a string-puppet in sports        not great but           scrappy and fun long distance runner      played hard           no grudges nobody’s idea of handsome voice like a scratchy record married straight out of high school      drafted 101st Airborne everybody had a dumb nickname Denny, Little Old Lady nobody remembers why Thua Thien, South Vietnam hit by an RPG August 5, 1968 smithereens in a body bag days later, a letter informs he’s a daddy Denny, if you’d lived sixteen more days you could’ve legally bought beer I’m sixty-seven years old you’re forever almost twenty-one Memorial Day 2015 We've lost them by the thousands. We grieve them one by one.
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
Denny, Memorial Day
freckle-faced      jug-eared           left-handed skinny as a fungo bat loose-jointed      like a string-puppet in sports        not great but           scrappy and fun long distance runner      played hard           no grudges nobody’s idea of handsome voice like a scratchy record married straight out of high school      drafted 101st Airborne everybody had a dumb nickname Denny, Little Old Lady nobody remembers why Thua Thien, South Vietnam hit by an RPG August 5, 1968 smithereens in a body bag days later, a letter informs he’s a daddy Denny, if you’d lived sixteen more days you could’ve legally bought beer I’m sixty-seven years old you’re forever almost twenty-one Memorial Day 2015 We've lost them by the thousands. We grieve them one by one.
#war#death#memorialday
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
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