The Start of it All

by: Mike Stevens

“Staff Sergeant Lucas K. Duke, United States Marines Corps., reporting for duty, sir.” Luke Duke said as he walked up to the officer that was sending the units to their respective ships.

“Welcome to New Orleans Marine Corps. Base, Sergeant Duke, you can have a seat with your men over there” the officer said, pointing to a group of marines sitting on benches.”That’s your unit.”

“Thank you, sir.” Luke said, and did a stiff about face. He walked over to Uncle Jesse, Daisy, and Bo. He gave them all hugs.

“Now Luke, you keep yourself out of trouble over there, and come back home alive.” Jesse said.

“Will do, Uncle Jesse.” Luke replied. He then said goodbye, and turned around and walked to his unit. Jesse, Bo, and Daisy waved goodbye and drove away, not wanting to experience any feelings of pain or while they stood there and looked at Luke, knowing they wouldn’t be able to talk to him for at least a year.

“I sure hope Luke’ll be ok.” Bo said.

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