We talked while we worked, spraying and watering and weeding the flowers

We talked while we worked, spraying and watering and weeding the flowers.
Before long I could see that Wizzer was getting fidgety.
Godpap saw it too.
He winked at me, smiled, and said, Well fellows, you ve done a good job helping me here.
Let s get the car from the garage now and go to Grimesville.
Wizzer and me started hopping around like a couple of crickets on a hot rock.
It wasn t often that we got to take a trip to Grimesville, and we would be going with Godpap that would make it a really special trip.
We knew that we would hear some real good stories during the trip.
Godpap knew more about just about everything than anybody I knew.
As soon as we were on our way, he began to tell us a story about a soldier.
As best as I can remember, this is the way that story went: Boys, one evening during the war, I was sitting in the back yard thinking about my brother John.
John was in the Army during the war.
He was sent to the South Pacific to fight the Japs.
The family was all worried because we hadn t heard from John for several months.
In his last letter, he said that he had been in some bitter fighting on some island.
We had no idea where he was because the censors had cut the name of the island from his letter.
While I was sitting there, I looked toward the setting sun and saw a soldier marching toward me.
That soldier was my brother.
He was smiling as he marched across the sky toward me.
Don t worry, Bill.
Tell the folks that I m OK and I m on my way home, he said, and then he disappeared.
Three days later my brother John walked in the door as big as you please.
That is a true story boys.

Things was quiet for a while, then Wizzer whispered to me that he had goose bumps on his goose bumps from that story, and it was an awfully warm day.