Re: Chopper
Kirby sees the green flashing light miles away and heads for the landing area.
As he gets close to the spot he sees a tan oldsmobile in a field with two Elderly people standing at the ready in brown trench coats. As Kirby lands, he can see the highway about two miles off, he notices that it there is a man and woman at the drop. The Elderly woman, whom upon a quick glance doesn't seem to look that old, more like a beautiful 48, next to an elderly man in his mid 60s, roughly the look of your grandfathers-ex-military look.
The woman runs up and opens the door and gently looks at your grandfather, then to Rockhound, "Hello Dear. May I?" Rockhound sweetly answers, "Elsi, you know you don't have to ask." The woman named Elsi touches Rochhounds cheek in a grandmotherly way, caressing as she smiles. Light glows from her palm and she gently places the light over your grandfather's heart.
Both men breathe heavy...waking up, your grandfather grabs Elsi's hand while it still lay on his chest and smiles, and just for a moment, you get the faintest thought, that just possibly, your grandfather might have, had affection for this woman, maybe once, a long time ago. "Thank you."the general murmurs. "Edmund Kirby Smith, what ever would we do with out your coniving and folk polking tomfoolery?"
At that moment, Elsi looks towards you and smiles, "Have you told the boy anything of importance yet?" At that time you hear a harsh gravely voice thick with a Bostonian accent, "Elsi, don't meddle, Dead Eye will tell him when he needs to know." She looked at him, with such a frown, "His poppa didn't raise no moo moo, he should know." The General barked,"Lets get outta here before the locals show up. Son, be careful."