by Wayne Smith

It was an unseasonably warm January night that I caught up with Albert Walker and Dan Handy, both of Milbridge. I walked up Main Street. The nursing home still had its Christmas Tree lit in beautiful colors. As I entered the driveway of Walker and Handy a vehicle tooted the horn at me. I had a couple of vets that wanted to tell their story to me. I really didn’t know what to expect. I sat down in a chair. Handy was to the right of me, and Walker was to the left. It was my chance to ask the questions.