But they sure did. And no matter how many times I think back on it, it always seems they found me at the same moment and I felt two pair of hands reach me at the same exact second. Charlie's hands that clutched the mud at Guadalcanal and Sam's hands that were frostbit at Dunkirk. I felt those strong hands and they were alive, both those handsome boys I'd been waiting for so long. Both came back to me.
I felt Sam's hands on my shoulders and Charlie's on my hips. And then I felt two pair of lips, Charlie's on the top of my head and Sam's right on my mouth. And the next thing I knew, those two fellows were throwing punches at each other and rolling around on the sidewalk. And my new green hat was rolling with them like tumbleweed at the OK corral.
