Not a Fortunate Son


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Fandango’s FOWC is terse, the Word of the Day Challenge is fort, Paula’s 3 Things Challenge Words are daffodil, swan, napalm , and Teresa’s Story Starter Challenge phrase is “It’s a trick!”

My Uncle Lonny served in VietNam and was injured when a plane accidentally sprayed napalm on friendly troops. One half of his body had the skin peeled off and his lungs were seared. Uncle Sam stuck him in the Veteran’s hospital when he got back to the States, located at Fort Grand River.

The injuries were not only to Uncle Lonny’s limbs, trunk, and lungs. His mind was affected. He’d seen too much. He’d done too much. The official diagnosis was paranoid psychosis.

My cousin, Betty, and I made regular drives to Fort Grand River to see Uncle Lonny. There was a lovely pond and landscaping done by patients who would never go home. When the weather was nice, we would roll Uncle Lonny down by the pond. He seemed calm there, looking at the daffodils and watching the pair of swans who were inseparable. Sometimes Uncle Lonny’s eyes grew moist watching the swans. Aunt Malva had run off with Uncle Lonny’s best friend, Wilbur, while he was in Nam. Wilbur wasn’t drafted because he’d carelessly lost a finger in the saw in high school shop class. We knew Uncle Lonny was thinking of Aunt Malva when his eyes got misty.

One day Betty and I got to Uncle Lonny’s floor and were headed to his room when we were stopped by a terse nurse. All she would say is, “He’s not able to see you today.”

Being the kind of loved ones who want to know the people we care about are ok, we decided to walk past the nurse and see for ourselves. As we approached Uncle Lonny’s room, we could hear him screaming at the top of his lungs, “It’s a trick! It’s a trick! It’s a trick!” over and over. We pushed the door open and saw Uncle Lonny, strapped to his bed, food all over his face, and his bedding all wet. A burly orderly was trying to force feed our uncle.

We ran to Uncle Lonny’s side and told the orderly to back off. He tensed up for a second, then smiled and said, “OK, ladies. He’s all yours.” and left as light as a daisy.

We found warm washcloths and cleaned Uncle Lonny up. I turned pandora on my phone to music from the 50’s, his favorite. We started dancing to a Lawrence Welk tune and Uncle Lonny seemed to snap out of it. He made eye contact and started smiling, but his eyes again were a little misty.


9 Comments Add yours

  1. Marleen says:

    Thumbs up, a hundred percent.

    (And my eyes are misty.)

    Liked by 1 person

    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you Marleen


  2. Sadje says:

    A sweet story.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you Sadje

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Sadje says:

        You’re welcome Li

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  3. No one should ever be force fed like that, it is so demeaning. There is such a thing as tube feedings that will deliver liquid nourishment to the patient.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Jim, I’m sure you’ve heard horror stories about nursing homes and veteran’s hospitals where these abuses go on. Nobody should be force fed but it happens. My granda broke her hip years ago and had to convalesce at the county nursing home, she told us all kinds of horror stories. Thank goodness she only had to stay a short time. Think of the poor souls who will never leave except in a pine box.

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  4. Dad4Gracie says:

    This is one of the best things you’ve written, at least in my opinion. It seems very real and true and from the heart. It is a slice of real life that has been told simply. I would have never known it was from a writing prompt. It felt like you were sitting with me and talking to me. Whatever creative mindset you tapped into when you wrote this, it worked!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      I appreciate your sincere comments on the story. It’s a composite of people and circumstances from real life woven into a story that needed to be told. Thank you very much.

      Liked by 1 person

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