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“May I help you, miss? You look puzzled.”

“Mmmm… thank you, I’m just looking for my father. We came in together a moment ago, but he seems to have wandered off.”

We had just disembarked the Super Chief out of LA. We decided to stop in Winslow and stay the night. I was to check us in and then meet in the dining room.

The war was finally over. I had traveled from Chicago to LA to meet him on his return from the Pacific. He had been quiet for most of these first 10 hours together, asking occasionally about the old neighborhood, never speaking of the horrors of his experience.

As my eyes darted about the room suddenly there arose from the corner a rousing rendition of “You Are My Sunshine”. There stands my father, along with a dozen or so uniformed soldiers at the piano. Seated at the piano, and in full uniform is none other than Gene Autry. It is good to see dad in better spirits. My “sunshine” was finally home.

Yes,it is Saturday Centus time once again...a wonderful opportunity to explore our hidden literary talents. I would like to thank Jenny Matlock for facilitating this wonderful exercise in exploratory writing. Please visit and read all the wonderfully creative posts at jennymatlock.com.

I also would like to apologize to our 'teacher' for running over the 100 word limit. I fashioned this story in my mind and could not be moved from the scant details provided herein. Perhaps the balance from my oh so short post of last week with this week's will garner some reprieve from Ms Matlock.

This short story serves as a remembrance of all soldiers...those fallen and those safely returned. Peace and blessings to each of you...