'In A Car'
One night in Los Angeles I was heading back home to
Santa Monica and it was late. The buses had stopped running
so I was forced to walk and try to hitch a ride. I did manage to
get a lift. An elderly couple picked me up. My guess was that
they were past 50 years of age. I was at the time about 25 or
26. They were both quiet and I sensed somehow a bit of
gloom. My senses just picked it up. I asked if there was
something wrong and to their surprise that I sensed
something, they opened up and told me a sad story.
They were driving around that night more or less drifting, like two
lost souls in the night. I don't remember who of the two
started to tell me that they received a telegram earlier in the
day, telling them that their only child, a son, was killed in
action in Viet Nam.
I was speechless.
I felt so sorry for them - And I still do to this day.
I doubt if they are still living ... But if their souls are drifting ...
I'd sure like them to know that I have never forgotten the night when I
I sat in the back seat of their car and listened to their story.
- Author: Carl D. Toothman -
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