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A Day to Remember
Dedicated to Our US military men and women
Submitted by Ed
The sun was just coming up over the horizon as I walked down to the beach. I didn't sleep well the previous night thinking of what this day would bring. I glanced at my watch and then at the beautiful scenery before me - the glistening white sand, the blue ocean waves as they lapped against the shore, and the brightening sky to the east. Hawaii was all people said it was -- and more.
I sat down and waited - rehearsing the lines I would say when she appeared. I sat back to try and visualize our meeting and soon fell asleep on the soft sand.
I awoke as I sensed a shadow cross my face. It was Donna standing over me.
"Well, nice greeting. Hope I didn't disturb your sleep," she said sarcastically and then laughed. I awkwardly got to my feet and reached out to bring her close. She smelled of the warm sun and cocoa butter, and I didn't want to let her go.
It had been too long since we last saw each other. It was just about two years ago when we said goodbye. For the past ten months, I had been fighting the Viet Cong, while Donna had been at school in upstate New York "struggling" with Economics, Philosophy, and -- dare I say -- boys and frat parties.
"Well, you found me. I...I...didn't think that you would recognize me after all this time," I said.
"It wasn't hard," she said. "After all, there aren't too many guys with pale legs and short hair on this beach. The reflection almost blinded me." We both laughed, which seemed to ease the momentary tension between us.
"Well, you are just as I imagined you to be -- but only... better... somehow," I said.
She blushed, and then smiled. We sat down on the sand to try and catch up on old times.
As we talked, I wondered if things would be the same as they once were. I wondered if she was the same girl I used to pick up on my bike to take to school. I still remember the smell and feel of her hair as it brushed against my face as we sped along the narrow streets. We used to spend all our free time together, especially in that last year before the military and college separated us. We had agreed to meet in Hawaii the first chance we had, but somehow that "first chance" was two long years later.
But now, I didn't want to dwell on all the reasons for that. I wanted to enjoy the warm Hawaiian sun, the smell of the salt air, the sound of the ocean, but most of all, her presence. It was a beautiful moment at a beautiful time. And, I knew that in the days and weeks ahead, I would come back to this special moment again and again.