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Becky's Marine chapter 10

Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Romance, Author: Betrayer_of_Skalathrax, Rating: 84.8, Source: sexstories.com

again before I had to go back up with Becky. We headed to the stage as the DJ selected the song. The music came on and I laughed hearing the tune. It was an old song, but one of my favorites. "There's an Elvis movie on the marquee sign We've all seen at least three times Everybody's broke, Bobby's got a buck Put a dollar's worth of gas in his pickup truck We're going ninety miles an hour down a dead end road What's the hurry, son... where you gonna go? We're gonna howl at the moon, shoot out the light It's a small town Saturday night It's a small town Saturday night" "Lucy's got her lipstick on a little too bright Bobby's gettin' drunk and lookin' for a fight Liquor on his breath and trouble on his mind And Lucy's just a kid, along for the ride Got a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine Gotta be bad just to have a good time They're gonna howl at the moon, shoot out the light It's a small town Saturday night It's a small town Saturday night" "Bobby told Lucy, 'The world ain't round... Drops off sharp at the edge of town Lucy, you know the world must be flat 'Cause when people leave town, they never come back' They go ninety miles an hour to the city limits sign Put the pedal to the metal 'fore they change their mind They howl at the moon, shoot out the light It's a small town Saturday night" "They howl at the moon, shoot out the light Yeah, it's a small town Saturday night It's a small town Saturday night It's a small town Saturday night" Another round of applause followed ... us from the makeshift stage they had put in. Carl and Jeanna sipped some more shine before heading up to the stage. Carl stopped by the DJ booth, probably asking about the song. He got up on stage with a grin on his face, "This is for you, old buddy. Thank you for everything you've done!" When I heard the music my heart almost stopped, and I was thankful that I didn't have to sing this song. I ordered another whiskey, I was gonna need it. "I was there in the winter of '64 When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors Three hundred miles our trail had lead We barely had time to bury our dead When the Yankees charged and the colors fell Overton hill was a living hell When we called retreat it was almost dark I died with a grapeshot in my heart" I was starting to break. This song hits home pretty hard, though I don't expect Becky knew it would have this bad of an effect. "Say a prayer for peace For every fallen son Set my spirit free Let me lay down my gun Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired" Becky was holding my hand, squeezing it for dear life as if letting go would let me fall into a bottomless pit. "In June of 1944 I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores Twenty-one and scared to death My heart poundin' in my chest I almost made the first seawall When my friends turned and saw me fall I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud As I lay there dying from a loss of blood" Lauren took my other hand, probably at Becky's silent request. ...