Helmet
“halo”-glow! II
After
6 weeks fighting in France’s muddy fields, Pops
Finally,
at last, got three-days rest in Gay-Paris! Wow!
The
Allies were pushing the angry-Huns eastward, with
luck,
hopefully, the-war would soon be-won and over. Hmm!
His
helmet-glowed blue-white from an overhead-lamp
as-he
stood on a bridge above the river-Seine. Pops
viewed
the swift-flowing water, he reminisced about
the
big-river back home and the creek behind the-barn
where
he and his family crawfished Sunday afternoons.
A
row of storefronts lined the river; above the myriad
commercial-establishments
were 2nd-story apartments.
Many
served as “cribs” where delightful-mademoiselles
entertained
lonesome GI’s. Pops-abstained, he had a-girl back-home.
At
one of the doors located between commercial-enterprises,
Pops
noticed a yellow-cat meowing to-be let-in. The-door
opened
several-inches; Pops caught-sight of a slender, dark-
haired
young-woman setting a-bowl before the-feline.
The
hungry cat licked-greedily at the milk-contents.
The
next-evening, Pops knocked at the door. “Dark-hair” “Merci!”
answered
and Pops handed her two-quarts of-milk.
Orders-came
- - - then-delays…new-orders…more-delays!?
Pops
weathered the chaos in-stride; he’d been around long-
enough
to have-learned to-endure, the younger-guys, who lived
a
Hedonistic nether-world practiced-chaos, moaned and complained,
always
outside earshot of any higher-authority in-rank.
Three-days
in Paris grew to-five, -seven, and, finally-ten!
Pops
spent time along the Seine, took in the-sights, bided his-
time,
thankful for the-respite from the evil-Hell of-war.
His
younger, and foolish, protégés suffered severe hangovers,
soon
found their shallow-pockets empty. To add supreme-
insult
to injury, the French-gals seemed less so-beautiful
after
a week of-temptation and vacant-romance; also, their
affections
and seductive-passion waned-quickly as the-money dried-up!
(Part 2 of 2 tomorrow)
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