First a couple of facts.
#1. In 1969 I won a lottery and was given a chance to protect my friends and neighbors from all that was evil.
#2. This week my mother sent me a box of old books, wrapped around the books was a old green wool blanket. In it a note that my blanket missed me and needed to come home.
I took the blanket out and tears came to my eyes.
When you go to basic training you are given an issue of things that you will need. One those things is bedding. Including a blanket-a scratchy green wool blanket . When I left basic training I decided that my blanket was going with me.
Why I don’t know-it seemed like a good idea at the time.
That blanket went with me-where ever I went. It was a constant in a ever changing world. It kept me warm, and safe and sometimes dry. I guess even 20 year old soldiers need a blankie at times when they are afraid.
When I was discharged I got rid of everything connected with my time in the Army. I was done with it. Except that blanket-it continued its travels and service to me.
At some time-I don’t remember when it ended up at my moms house in a box. For some reason she kept it ( moms do that ). Well she is moving and downsizing and rather than just getting rid of it she sent home to me.
Maybe I am just a sentimental ole fart-I don’t know. But that old blanket I hadn’t seen in 20 * years ripped memories that I thought I had forgot.
Ya I know it’s just a ragged ole piece of wool. Just a ragged old piece of wool-that was part of life.
I am glad it is home. It's travels are over.