Autumn of 1964, Fort Benjamin Harrison, Indianapolis, Indiana, and the nation is what? -- guess! -- making god-damned war on some little country on the other side of the Earth (like always).
During the three and a half weeks spent in training at Ft. Ben, I developed a crush on a fellow army trainee. We never met and I never knew her name. Assigned to different training companies, the only thing we shared were occasional meals in a mess hall feeding hundreds. Once of twice our glances collided in the hallways outside our classrooms. Those were the high points of my stay at Fort Ben.
Several years later I remembered her in a poem. While obviously no poet, I sometime later shared it with an old friend who confirmed this with his response, "Nice ditty." But what my effort lacked in talent was made up for by the feelings that inspired it.
This is the focus of my Memorial Day, 2009. Hopefully, my army bean girl went on to have a great life and is today sharing this day with her children and their children.
My Army Bean Girl (a tribute "ditty")