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quarter horse, he was the rider-less horse that carried turned in boots for almost 30 years. I never cried so hard as when Black Jack died in 1976. He almost made it to his 30th birthday.”
    “General, we’re having a reception for Jane out in Gettysburg tomorrow afternoon. I hope you’ll join us,” said Eileen.
    “I wish I could. I really wanted to see your infamous ‘research lab.’ But I fear duty calls. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs needs to see me, something about a tularemia outbreak.”
    “Rabbit fever?” asked Eileen.
    The general seemed surprised.
    “Eileen’s an old ICU nurse, general; she knows her diseases,” said Raines.
    “Well, I hope this is just a disease.”
    Camp moved closer to General Ferguson. If the chairman was involved, serious issues were at stake.
    “In Afghanistan, sir?”
    “As a matter of fact, yes, the battalion surgeon on a FOB in RC-East reported three Afghan patients with tularemia this week. One case of tularemia gets you a phone call, two requires a meeting. But three…that’s a damn convention full of generals. So, my sincere regrets for tomorrow, Eileen, but duty calls.”
    Ferguson held Eileen’s hand for a passing second, and then he and his coffee-pouring majors got into their car for the quick ride back to the Pentagon.
    “Junior, your father and I are going to stay at Lightner Farms tonight so we’ll see you tomorrow?”
    “Okay, mom. Pops, you good to drive?” Camp asked with a wry smile.
    “I haven’t started drinking yet, boy, but I plan to.”
    Raines stepped forward and took Ruth’s arm. “I’ll walk you over to your car.”
    As Raines, Ruth and Sea Bee headed toward the Campbell’s old Ford Galaxy, Eileen turned to Camp.
    “You were Jane’s knight in shining armor, sailor. She loved you, and she loved that you loved her. This was the right thing to do, Camp. It was time to let her go.”
    Eileen and Camp embraced as the sounds of Pershing’s Own kicked in on a distant hill for the next funeral.
    Raines tucked Ruth into the passenger seat and made sure she was all buckled up. Sea Bee opened the driver’s door then stopped. He held his car keys in his open hands but just stared at them. He was confused. He looked at the keys, then the car, and then back down at the keys. He was lost.
    “Seabury Campbell…just what in God’s name are doing?” Ruth nagged at her husband. She was half teasing but half perturbed.
    He didn’t respond. Sea Bee’s old hands started to tremble.
    “Seabury!” Ruth yelled.
    Raines closed Ruth’s door and walked around to Sea Bee.
    “Sir…Mr. Campbell? Are you okay, sir?”
    Sea Bee looked up and into Leslie’s eyes.
    “These? What are they? I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with them,” Sea Bee stammered.
    ‘They’re your keys, you crazy old fool,” Ruth scolded.
    Sea Bee ignored her.
    “They’re your car keys, sir…for your Ford.”
    Sea Bee looked perplexed. Raines and Ruth exchanged concerned glances.
    “I’ll tell you what…this has been an emotional day, Mr. Campbell. Why don’t you sit in the backseat, and I’ll drive y’all out to Lightner. Let me just check with Eileen and make sure she’s got a spare room.”
    Leslie walked back to Eileen’s car where Camp was holding the door for Eileen.
    “Hey Eileen, can I follow you out? I’m going to drive Mr. and Mrs. Campbell to Lightner.”
    “Is there a problem? Is my dad okay?” Camp asked.
    “I think so. It’s been an emotional day for them. I’d like to drive them over to Gettysburg, if that’s okay with you?” Raines said.
    “I’ve got four extra rooms, Leslie, so the more…the merrier.”
    Camp looked back at his parents’ car. Leslie was right. He had just buried the woman that was to be his lifelong soul mate. Camp wasn’t the only one whose heart was broken or whose thoughts were confused.

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    Lightner Farms
    Gettysburg, PA
    S ea Bee and Ruth Campbell occupied the oversized leather chairs in front of the