The Gold Watch speak
"Hey there, little man. Boy, I've sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a
good friend of your dad's. We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together for five
years. Hopefully, you'll never have to experience this yourself. But when two
men are in a situation like me and your dad were for as long as we were, you
take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it had been me who had . . .
oh man, Major Coolidge would be talking right now to my son, Jim. The way it
turned out, I'm talking to you.
"Butch, I've got something for you. This watch I've got here, was first
purchased by your great-grandfather during the first World War. It was bought
in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee, made by the fist company to
ever make wristwatches. Up 'til then, people just carried pocket watches. It
was bought by Private doughboy Urian Coolidge on the day he set sail for Paris.
This was your great-grandfathers's war watch, and he wore it every day he was
in that war. When he'd done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother,
took the watch off, put it in an old coffee can, and in that can it stayed.
"Until your grandad, Dane Coolidge, was called upon by his country to go
overseas and fight. The Germans once again and this time they called it World
War II. Your great-grandfather gave this watch to your granddad for good luck.
Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's. Dane was a Marine
and he was killed, along with all the other Marines, in the Battle of Wake
Island. Granddad was facing death; he knew it. None of those boys had any
illusions about leaving that island alive.
"So, three days before the Japanese took the island, your granddad asked a
gunner from the airport transfer, named Winaki, a man he'd never met before in
his life, to deliver to his infant son, who he'd never seen in the flesh, this
gold watch. Three days later, your granddad was dead, but Winaki kept his word.
After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your
infant his gold watch.
"This watch . . . this watch was on your daddy's wrist when he was shot down
over Hanoi. [He] was captured and put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew that
if the gooks ever saw the watch, they would confiscate it. You see, in a way,
the way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned
if any slopes were gonna put their greasy little (yellow ?) hands on his boy's
"So he hid it, in the only place he could hide something: his ass. Five long
years he wore this watch up his ass. When he died Dysentary, he gave me the
watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. After seven
years, I was sent home to my family. Little man, I give the watch to you."