One last day

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 one last morning

Tuesday April 12, 2015

Today is like most. The sun is out and the morning birds chirping a rhythmic song of beauty and happiness, the perfect day for a new beginning. Only for every new story to begin one must first end. And in this case the Life of ninety-three year old, world war two veteran, husband, father of three, and lastly Albert Bennett will die. His story was a simple and one you may have heard before. It was the story of a man who was a real man, until this very day he is to die.

At the young age of eightteen young "Al", as his friends called him enlisted in his Majesties Royal army in Manchester, England in Spring of 1940. He does such a thing to follow in the footsteps of generations before him being the twenty-three man in his family over the last fifty years to enlist and serve for Great Britain. He met his loving wife Aurora on the in 1943. How they met is a gruesome story. She was an American nurse and after the war they married and spent some time in his hometown. But she soon grew sick missing her New York home, he decided they would move back to her home town where they raised their three children Mildred, Joseph, and Susan.

He never had a proper education and decided that America, it at that time being the finest education the world had to offer, would be where he would earn his medical license so he could spend more time with his wife. He worked as a factory worker in her hometown of Batavia, New York which at that time was one of the greatest towns in America it being between two of the great lakes, and the two big cities of Buffalo and Rochester made it a busy town of world trade, He worked at Sylvania's , which at that time was the world's leading Company in the making of Televisions, as his wife Worked at the new Hospital in town just off of main.

It took them nearly ten years but they soon were able to raise the money to start Albert's education, He studied hard and surprisingly finished his degree in only four years, half the time then all other doctors at the time. He left his job and started right away, he was a great doctor one of the best in the nation at one time.

By the year 1968 rolled around he was sending his two daughters to college in Rochester, his youngest, being his son, deciding to join the military instead just as his father had those many years before. He was there with a sorrowful goodbye when he was sent to fight the Vietnam war that following year, the next time he saw him was when he buried him six months later after his troop had been slaughtered. He spoke of his son often even after that always full of pride but was never the same again, he daughters continued to grow and soon married them both off by the year 1972 they were both wives and mothers who gave him a total of seven grandchildren he watched them grow and was as loving and protective of his grandchildren just as he was with his own.

Years continued to go by his grandchildren were now parents themselves, in 2010 he lost his Aurora of 65 wonderful years to simply old age, and buried her next to their son. And since the day she died he has kept his favorite picture of her next to his bed along with his son's dog tags. It was an old picture from back when they first started dating, she was about twenty-three she was two year older than he. In the picture she's wearing her favorite scarf at the time, it was silk from Paris and the perfect shade of blue, it stood out so much with her brown wool skirt and white blouse but it was so beautiful. She is using it to hide her smile, her eyes full of light she looked stunning but still didn't want to take the picture, in it she is alone sitting with a glass of champagne, in the very corner you can see young Albert staring at her with awe, to him there was no one ever as pretty and even through the picture was in black and white and you couldn't see the color of the scarf or the true light in her eyes, You didn't need it because every time you asked Albert about it he he'll tell you every detail of the night like it was just yesterday and looking at that picture many a time you could tell he really loved her.

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