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MICHAEL'S GIFT 

 



        He was seventeen. He had lived most of those years with a single mother and five sisters. He had to go be a man. He enlisted in the U.S. Army. He was a strong minded seventeen year old with ideas of his own. He thought he could best serve the military his own way, and he tried. The military had their own ideas, proven tried and true ideas, rules, rules that would later save his life.
    After trying so hard to convince his superiors to see his way of thinking he ended up digging many deep holes. About midway through a ten foot deep hole, Mike conceded, he decided the military way would work best for him. They taught him discipline and rules, he became just what he wanted to be...a man, they made him a strong, brave man.
   All too soon my brother would answer Uncle Sam's call to Vietnam. All the military had taught him was in order to preserve his life and defend the liberty of every American, even the Americans who in their misguided protests, cursed and shouted at the brave warriors as they returned home from horrific battles.
  I guess the free spirited young man held some portion of his strong will in spite of all his training. It seemed his love for his mother was greater than rules, discipline, or even Uncle Sam's watchful eye. One day after surviving a full blown attack, he found his way back to his hooch.  He contemplated his future and decided he would probably not make it home alive. He thought of Mama, he thought he had nothing to give her but he had an idea. He found his way outside the camp, there was a Vietnamese woman who made her living photographing soldiers. If he couldn't see Mama again, he wanted her to have his portrait.
  He went in a tiny dark room (Uncle Sam said never get yourself in a situation you can't get out of). He carefully watched for an ambush, or any sign of danger in a place he should not have been. He gave the woman his $5.00, she took the photo and satisfied he had something for Mama, he left.
  I'm so proud of my brother's military career and so happy he was able to provide me with the reference photo to do this portrait. I am honored to write his story and draw his portrait as I would be for all veterans, I owe them for my liberty.
  Mama died and never knew the story behind the gift her son gave. I wish she had known. I present  MICHAEL'S GIFT to you in honor of his service, along with all veterans, and in honor of "Mama", she had a pretty awesome son didn't she?
I love you, Mike.
D. Kline 2015

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DENISE KLINE

 

PORTRAIT ARTIST