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Show o I started to leave, and he said I didn t dismi you. And so I turned and looked at him, and I said, Well you 11 notice th mi tl to tied to my coattail when I walk out of here." I said, "I don't go to your church· don t y u come to mine! I don't tell you how to live; don't you tell me how to live! I'm twentyseven years old. I'll do as I want. Don't you come to me with that at all. Now do we understand each other, Captain?" And that's the last I ever heard of it. Then I wrote home, and I said, "You know, I'm not over here - I wrote to Ched, my wife, you know, but I didn't get along very well with my family. It's probably as much my fault as it is theirs. I can understand not writing. They all had lives to live. My youngest sister, the one that lives in Logan, her husband was a prisoner of war in Germany. He was a bombardier pilot. He got treated fine, but still that's a worry. My other sisters, they were all older than me. Like I said, my oldest sister I'd only seen her maybe two weeks my whole life. I've got a nephew that was a year younger than me. So she had her life to live. She didn't know me. Why would she write to me? I don't think my father much gave a shit whether I or lived or died, and I don't think he cared. I don't know. I don't know. I only saw him a very few times, and when I did finally meet him he was a nice guy, but religion reared its ugly head, and he was an Italian Catholic. My mother was a Mormon from Utah. Water and oil just don't mix. JAS: No they don't. BILL: No, they certainly don' t. So they divorced and separated, because my father was Catholic. He couldn't divorce her. He couldn't get a divorce. That's against his religion, so he was just in limbo. But I don't know anything about it, and truthfully I didn't go out 99 |
