The Causeway, Tuesday night
Walter had his luggage and the box from Alfred and stood on the causeway waiting for the car that would come to take him away from Fandom and on to the first leg of his trip across the Atlantic and sixty-two years.
He had distinctly mixed emotions about leaving - mingled excitement and anticipation, and concern for the people he was leaving. Still, it was only a week, possibly less. Everything would be fine.
He watched the fireworks and boggled slightly at the juxtaposition of Independence Day in 2006 Virginia, versus going home to a war that most people here considered history.
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He had distinctly mixed emotions about leaving - mingled excitement and anticipation, and concern for the people he was leaving. Still, it was only a week, possibly less. Everything would be fine.
He watched the fireworks and boggled slightly at the juxtaposition of Independence Day in 2006 Virginia, versus going home to a war that most people here considered history.
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