Summer of '42 Page #6

Won't be back on the island again.

My first lay.

Gone with the wind.

Have you seen Benjie anywhere?

That rat still has my glasses.

You know, you shouldn't feel so bad,

no matter what happened.

And you don't have to tell me.

But if you want to tell me, you can.

But you don't have to unless you want to.

Sometimes life is one big pain in the ass!

I thought maybe we'd attack

the Coast Guard station tonight.

You know, give them a scare.

Dear Hermie, I must go home now.

I'm sure you'll understand,

there's much I have to do.

I won't try and explain

what happened last night...

... because I know that, in time...

... you'll find a proper way

in which to remember it.

What I will do is remember you,

and I pray that...

... you be spared all senseless tragedies.

I wish you good things, Hermie,

only good things.

Always, Dorothy.

I was never to see her again.

Nor was I ever to learn

what became of her.

We were different then, kids were different.

It took us longer to understand

the things we felt.

Life is made up

of small comings and goings...

... and for everything we take with us,

there is something that we leave behind.

In the summer of '42, we raided

the Coast Guard station four times.

We saw five movies,

and had nine days of rain.

Benjie broke his watch.

Oscy gave up the harmonica.

And in a very speciaI way...

... I lost Hermie forever.

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