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Two Marines in Dress Uniforms Exited the Car and Started Walking Toward the Front Door.
Most people are vaguely familiar with the notification process the military uses to inform parents that either their son or daughter has been killed in action. This was characterized well in the movie WE WERE SOLDIERS. In the movie, cab drivers were shown delivering telegrams to the wives of the members of the 1st Cavalry whose husbands had been KIA in the battle for landing zone X-Ray. Thus, when a confused cabbie knocked on the door to simply ask directions to a member’s correct address, the wife of a deployed husband answered the door assuming that she was getting notified that her husband had been KIA. In the movie, that cabbie deservedly got an earful. In the vignette that follows, something similar to this fictitious account in the movie happened to our neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Didinger.
During the summer of 1968, our neighbor’s son was serving a tour in Vietnam with the US Marine Corps. While Mrs. Didinger was doing the lunch dishes, out of her kitchen widow she observed a car pull up to the curb in front of the house. What caught her attention most though was that the car was a drab military green.
“What would a military car… be…doing… here?” she thought to herself.
Her eyes quickly scanned the vehicle and as they spotted the words, U.S. MARINE CORPS on the door panel.
It seamed all so surreal to her. But as her mind tried to make sense of the unfolding event, she received a shot of adrenaline that pulsated through her entire body. Then her heart sank.
She grabbed and leaned on the counter-top, fearing her knees would buckle as she was forced to face a parent’s worst nightmare: getting the news that their child had been killed in action.
Mrs. Didinger watched in what, to her, seemed like slow motion. As two Marines in their dress blues exited the vehicle, each Marine primped a bit before formally walking up the sidewalk in perfect lockstep. Mrs. Didinger could hardly believe the images her eyes were flooding her brain with. Had she really hit the ultimate “bad luck” lottery?
Mrs. Didinger’s eyes immediately began welling up as she attempted to hold back her tears. She thought that letting the tears out would mean accepting whatever bad news these Marines were bringing to her. Her denial mechanism kicked in full gear as she thought to herself, “My son can’t die; he just can’t.” She began to plead with God. Maybe he was only wounded? At least in that case she’d eventually see him again.
When the Marines rang the doorbell, Mrs. Didinger couldn’t stand it anymore. She yelled out for her husband to answer the door as she began trembling. Mr. Didinger answered the door, and was greeted by one of the Marines. “Good morning Sir, do you have a son serving in Vietnam with the United States Marine Corps?”
Mr. Didinger didn’t even ask why they wanted to know. He just knew. As hard as he tried to hold it back, a single tear cascaded down his cheek. It was now Mr. Didinger’s turn. His heart sank, and a lump now formed in his throat as he murmured a tortured, “Yes sir.”
Mrs. Didinger’s stood only a few feet away halfheartedly eves-dropping on the conversation. Curious but tortured. Did she really want to risk overhearing this conversation?
Upon hearing the question, and her husband’s answer, Mrs. Didinger could no longer attempt to hide in denial. The words had somehow transformed what she was thinking into a stark reality.
Mrs. Didinger’s felt her knees get weak as those two words confirmed the Marines were definitely there for something related to their son in Vietnam. She braced as she let whatever was happening register in her head. She took a final gasp of breath as she prepared to hear what was surely to follow. In such a short span of time, she had gone from feeling a sense of denial, straight into acceptance. And now she just wanted to end the torturous curiosity. She closed her eyes in anticipation, feeling that would somehow lessen the blow.
The Marine doing the talking went on, “Well sir, the Marines are collecting toys for Christmas redistribution to children in need. Sir, the Toys-for-Tots program has collected toys since 1947…”
Mrs. Didinger couldn’t recall what was said after that. That tidbit of information meant that her son was probably still alive! That was all she cared to hear. She was instantly elated to know that her boy was probably still alive, yet angry at what had just transpired!
As her cry changed from elation to anger, she stepped forward from her position behind her husband. Mrs. Didinger began to cry uncontrollably as she began to give the two Marines a piece of her mind!
“The Marines need to find a better way to collect toys, you jerks!”
The two Marines standing at the front door and their dress blues, each with a colorful fruit salad of ribbons adorning their chests, signified that they too were Vietnam veterans.
The whole incident suddenly made sense to them. After the Marines got clued in, they were polite and profusely apologized; assuring Mrs. Didinger they were not there with any news about their son in Vietnam. The incident obviously affected the two Marines as they quickly returned to their vehicle and high-tailed it out of there.
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My Brother’s Christmas Present…
When my brother was about 10 years old, he was extremely excited about the new NFL mini helmets that Sears department store had just advertised in its newest catalog. And believe me; he let our mother know by putting this on the top of his Christmas wish list; in early October. My brother figured that because our mother worked at Sears (not to mention in the catalog department), he knew he was likely to receive his coveted helmets. But there was one drawback; my brother had to wait until Christmas in order to find out whether or not he would get his precious NFL gift. Despite the requisite trip to the mall to tell Santa about his wish, let’s just say my brother wasn’t willing to wait to see whether or not he was going to receive them. He had a different plan; a clever plan no one had to know about.
The Plan: My brother was a brilliant child, and thus he figured out a way to find out whether or not he was going to receive his desired NFL helmets without having to wait until Christmas. As I mentioned above, our mother worked at the catalog department at Sears. In those days, she would purchase our gifts all year round in order to reduce, and spread out the cost of purchasing gifts for her five children. Then our mother would store the gifts in her bedroom walk-in close. There, they would supposedly remain safe from any prying eyes – such as my brothers. Plus, the gifts were packed in their original boxes which didn’t have anything printed on the outside that indicated what was on the inside; it only had printed shipping information.
However, my brother didn’t let such a small detail stop him. He was smarter than that. He figured out a clever way to find out what was in the boxes without actually opening them. In his plans, he would compare the info on the shipping boxes with the shipping numbers in the catalog. Using this method, he was able to figure out all of his gifts well before Christmas. All he had to do now was to wait to unwrap them.
When Christmas finally arrived, our parents allowed us kids to unwrap one present on Christmas Eve. The remaining gifts would have to wait until Christmas morning to be unwrapped.
On Christmas Eve, as we kids were waiting to unwrap our gifts, my brother anxiously grabbed the gift that was the size of the shipping box he had examined in my mother’s off-limits-closet. He slowly grabbed the box and leisurely began to unwrap it. As our mother watched, she could tell something was out of kilter… But she wasn’t quite sure what. Something however, had definitely piqued her suspicion. She would soon figure out what was going on with this odd interaction.
As my brother finished slowly unwrapping his gift, he launched into a contrived monologue about how excited he was to have received the exact gift he had been coveting for some time now. “Wow, what a cool present…” he chimed. However, our mother’s suspicions that something was amiss were confirmed; my brother had responded as though he was reading a bad ransom note with letters cut from a newspaper or magazine.
Our mother immediately asked him in a very stern voice, “Ernie, how did you know what your present was?” She didn’t even ask “if” he knew anything, she had already figured out that he knew ahead of time what he gift was: he wasn’t acting as though he was very excited about an item he had been asking and bothering about since the summer. And here he was, as about as excited as a kid having to do homework. Our mother knew by his lack of excitement that he had already knew what his gift was.
Our mother again sternly threatened my brother, “Ernie, I’m only going to ask you once, and if you’d lie to me, I’m going to return the helmets on Monday.” My brother knew our mother was serious and thus he started to cry, and begin spilling his guts about what he had done. He told her every detail about his insidious plan, and even provided the details about how he had carried it out.
Although our mother was upset that my brother’s shenanigans, in some way she was also impressed that a 10-year-old had almost pulled off such a clever stunt. Perhaps it was this impression that made her punishment for my brother more benign than perhaps it should have been under such circumstances. My brother was allowed to keep the helmet sets, and the issue was never brought up again.
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Ernie Padilla
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