I was surprised!!! I figured someone would have a post recognizing that Great Day!!! I would have written my post then, but my stupid KEYBOARD quit on me...
I was 14 and, as things went on pretty days, I was chopping cotton instead of being in school. Suddenly, in the late afternoon, a car came roaring down the dirt road at the end of the cotton rows, his radio blaring extremely loud. "The war is over! The war is over!" He yelled as he got out of the car. "The Germans have surrendered. The war is over!! We beat the Nazis!!!"
Then that we noticed that the announcer on the radio was announcing the same thing. THE WAR REALLY WAS OVER!!! My stepfather, and the two other men who were helping chop the cotton, picked up their hoes and walked to the end of the rows where the man was waiting. They all glad-handed each other, the man offered them his bottle of rotgut. I yelled was the War against the Japs over, too. Everyone said, "Yes! 'Course! The Nazis would never surrender unless the Japs agreed to, also!"
My brothers and I could not withhold our glee. We yelled, hugged each other and expressed our opinion of those Sorry Rotten Nazis who caused us so much pain. One brother, two cousins and an uncle were Prisoners of War, and now they would be freed and coming home! It was a day of exhilaration! My stepfather yelled for us to "get back to work", but we were too excited to think of chopping cotton! I had five brothers, four uncles and 17 cousins fighting in that crazy war. Collectively, fifteen of them fought in the European Theater, and 11 were in the Pacific. Three of my brothers were in the Pacific. One was in the Navy, one was with General Douglass MacArthur and one was in the Marines. One uncle had been on the "Bataan Death March" and, as far as we knew, was a Jap POW.
The men kept glad-handing each other while they passed around a bottle of rotgut whiskey, with Keeton, my stepfather, continuously yelling for us to get back to work. Very soon, the men were so inebriated in would have been difficullt for any of them to hit the ground with their hats. They finally got into the car and drove away. We picked up our hoes and went home...
I was 14 and, as things went on pretty days, I was chopping cotton instead of being in school. Suddenly, in the late afternoon, a car came roaring down the dirt road at the end of the cotton rows, his radio blaring extremely loud. "The war is over! The war is over!" He yelled as he got out of the car. "The Germans have surrendered. The war is over!! We beat the Nazis!!!"
Then that we noticed that the announcer on the radio was announcing the same thing. THE WAR REALLY WAS OVER!!! My stepfather, and the two other men who were helping chop the cotton, picked up their hoes and walked to the end of the rows where the man was waiting. They all glad-handed each other, the man offered them his bottle of rotgut. I yelled was the War against the Japs over, too. Everyone said, "Yes! 'Course! The Nazis would never surrender unless the Japs agreed to, also!"
My brothers and I could not withhold our glee. We yelled, hugged each other and expressed our opinion of those Sorry Rotten Nazis who caused us so much pain. One brother, two cousins and an uncle were Prisoners of War, and now they would be freed and coming home! It was a day of exhilaration! My stepfather yelled for us to "get back to work", but we were too excited to think of chopping cotton! I had five brothers, four uncles and 17 cousins fighting in that crazy war. Collectively, fifteen of them fought in the European Theater, and 11 were in the Pacific. Three of my brothers were in the Pacific. One was in the Navy, one was with General Douglass MacArthur and one was in the Marines. One uncle had been on the "Bataan Death March" and, as far as we knew, was a Jap POW.
The men kept glad-handing each other while they passed around a bottle of rotgut whiskey, with Keeton, my stepfather, continuously yelling for us to get back to work. Very soon, the men were so inebriated in would have been difficullt for any of them to hit the ground with their hats. They finally got into the car and drove away. We picked up our hoes and went home...
