He was there by himself usually on Saturday or Sunday mornings, driving his handicap scooter along the aisles at the Publix where we shop.
I don’t know his name, but he always wears a Navy blue ballcap with “World War II Veteran” stitched across the crown in gold letters above the silhouette and name of the warship he served on long ago.
I’d make eye contact, greet him with a smile and give him the right of way in the aisle.
But I haven’t seen him lately.
With Veterans Day Thursday, I’m hoping I see him again. Soon.
If it’s not already too late.
The “Greatest Generation” is leaving us.
Read more in Sunday's Mannix About Manatee.
Friday, November 5, 2010
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