There is a tide in the
affairs of men
-By Robert Faulkender ©
The next few days were
jammed with turning in gear, paper work, farewells; all squeezed between the
war time events. Ted focused all of his attention to processing out of the
army, and not until he and Bill sat across from each other on the train to El Paso, did the pain seep back into his consciousness.
Hicks had purchased a newspaper at the
station; he sat studying the front page. “Where the Hell is Verdun? .... France?”
Skillman stared out the window. “Um.”
“You know America’s going to get into this;
we may miss the big one.”
“Um.”
Time slipped away without conversation.
Ted stared sightlessly out the window; eventually he spoke. “Bill, listen to me
a minute.”
Hicks put down the newspaper. “You sound
serious, partner.” Bill smiled at his use of the word “partner”.
Ted spoke matter-of-factually, “I’ve some
unfinished business before I can join you in Cincinnati.”
For the first time in the last ten days
Bill Hicks examined his friend’s face and saw the sadness. “Anything I can do,
Skilly?”
“Not really, Bill. Thanks.” Ted looked
Hicks in the eye. “I’m leaving the train at St. Louis.” Bill’s expression was
unreadable. “Don’t wait for me; you just go on.” Hicks sat motionless, like a
hunting dog on point. “I’ll catch up in a week… or so.”
Something showed in his manor and speech
that Bill had never seen before. They sat in silence.
In time, Ted spoke again. “I have some
personal business to settle in St. Louis...” He swallowed hard. “And, I must
say good-by to a special loved one.” His eyes shifted to the window, focusing
on the distant desert. He choked down all emotion.
The conversation was over.
His new life was still out there; just not the way he envisioned it.
He could begin again. He was the master of his own destiny. He'd done that before. It was up to him.
Only not for awhile...