Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds…

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Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds…Part II
(Last week, on Ask Bob)
It’s been a loud, cold, bumpy ride the whole way.
We got a nice meal earlier.  You know, just in case.  I feel a little sick to my stomach, not from the food, just nerves…
…I think I can hold it, as long as we don’t start spinnin’ all around the place.  Which could happen if we get shot down, but that ain’t happened yet, so I guess we’re good to go!
All I can remember is the sensation of cold. 
Freezing wind, numbing my, my…actually the sensation of being no longer exists, so I don’t have a sense of  “what was cold”, I just remember cold and I didn’t like it.
It’s difficult now, for me to explain what it’s like to have consciousness, but not exist.
But there I was.  I knew there was a form of existence that I experienced before, but no longer remembered.  I knew there were others.  Then I became aware of the blackness.
There I was, existing with no sensations, then becoming aware of the dark.
“This is it?” I said in my head.
“Don’t worry, there’s more.” Came the reply.
“He remembers.”  A worried voice/thought said.
“Don’t worry, he’ll forget.”  Came the calm reply.
My eyes closed and the darkness enveloped me, but I didn’t forget.
When my eyes opened again, I was walking, kinda-wobbly…heading toward stairs, when giant hands took me by my underarms and lifted me high above the ground.
“I was just going to take a look.”  I explained.
“Look, he thinks he’s talking!”  The giant said, while carrying me to the next room.
I recall lying in bed as a toddler recalling “the before time”.  The darkness, the something before, and the cold.  I kept playing it in my head, over and over so I wouldn’t forget.  It’s not much, but its more than most folks know about before and after life.
I was born August 15, 1945, the day the New York Times said the war had ended.
As a young adult, I was always fascinated by World War II.  How it started, how it ended.  Not a crazy fascination with swaztikas and guns, a historical fascination. 
It was hard to explain why I liked to sleep with my arms crossed like Dracula, but I did.  I was hard to explain why I hated cold, wind, and snow…but I do.  I can’t explain the never-ending feeling of accomplishment every time I reviewed Hitler’s defeat.  It just made me feel…good.
Sixty years later, I’m watching the WW II in HD on PBS when I see the footage of paratroopers puking on the plan, jumpin’ out, and getting shot in mid-air.  I rewind the DVR and watch the paratroopers again.  I rewind and watch again.  I rewind and stop.
Taking a drink from a Carona, I finally get it.
I press “play” on the DVR and watch intently.  A third paratrooper gets shot in mid-air…I stop and magnify.  Leaning closer, I crawl to the screen and put my hand on it.
“My God.”
“That’s me.”
COMING NEXT:  Something that makes sense!
Bob Senitram

Webmaster and editor of I obtained a bachelor's degree in micro-biology around the turn of the century but was quickly tracked down and forced to return it to its rightful owner and pay a $25 fine. *** A fan of science fiction, I started this website in 1999 as a portal for science fiction stories that have never been published. *** Completely devoid of talent, I decided to call on the public to supply content. Shortly afterwards Stephen and I started writing weekly columns and have continued to this day.

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