THE LAST HOORAH
Character: Dudie, Female, late 50's
Dudie speaks to her 17 year old grandson – who she has just met.
DUDIE: My first was a boy like that.
He was shipped to Vietnam in ’67, early ’68. Uhhh, what was his name......?
Met him the last night he was in town.
When you were going off to Vietnam -- odds were 1 in 13 you wouldn’t come home. He was 18 years old and had never been laid. It was the least I could do. Civic duty, you know?
At first there were letters, postcards. Little dirty notes. Then -- nothing. What was his name? Uh B- mm B - (A thought, then she loses it again). He had brown hair, the softest skin. The bluest eyes. We had so much wine, cheap, sweet wine. There were a couple women in the corner smoking cigars. He was so nervous. God, I can smell the damn cigars, I can feel him kissing me and I can't remember his name. When all else fails, it’s the feeling you remember.
I had a lot of boys before they went off to war. I was rather patriotic.
I guess that’s more than you really need to know about your grandmother, huh? Let’s change the subject, shall we? Ramin, do you have any brothers or sisters?