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Private Malone

Private Malone
by Lacy


Rated: G
Summary: Ever wondered why Face like Corvette's so much? This is from his point of View, first person.
Warnings: Sap
Copyright: Loraine Writing Inc.
Song: "Riding With Private Malone" belongs to David Ball. Written by: Thom Shepherd & Wood Newton


I looked over the Vette. A white, 1982 corvette. It looked
nice. The red stripe really made it look like a real A-Team vehicle.
I looked over at the salesman and told him to get the paper ready. I
was ready to buy this car.

I took the car back to Hannibal's place. He looked it over.
B.A. already had the hood popped and was checking it out. "We'll have
to redo the carburetor to increase horsepower but, it'll do."
Hannibal chuckled. "It's flashy. Just like you Face." I just smiled.
If they only knew the reason for this car.

I went back to the apartment I had scammed. I made sure the
car was safely parked. I didn't want anything to happen to this one.
Once I was back upstairs, I sat down in front of the fireplace. I had
been thinking about my reason for buying the Vette. I knew a lot of
people would think it was stupid, but they just didn't understand. I
walked over to the desk and pulled out some paper. I sat down a wrote
out my story. When I finished this is what I had:

"I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifieds
when an ad that said old Chevy, some how caught my eye.
The lady didn't know the year or even if it ran,
but I had that thousand dollars in my hand.

It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn.
Seven years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp.
When I pulled the cover off it took away my breath.
What she'd called a Chevy was a sixty six corvette!
I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills
but what a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel.
I opened up the glove box and that's when I found the note.
The date was nineteen sixty six and this is what he wrote:

He said my name is Pvt. Andrew Malone,
if you're reading this then I didn't make it home.
But for every dream that's shattered, another one comes true.
This car was once a dream of mine now it belongs to you.
And though you may take her and make her your own,
you'll always be riding with Pvt. Malone.

Well it didn't take me long at all I had her running good.
I love to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood.
I had her shining like a diamond and I'd put the rag top down.
All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her through town.
The buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite right,
but it picked up that oldie show especially late at night.
I'd get the feeling sometimes if I turned real quick I'd see,
a soldier riding shotgun in the seat right next to me.

It was a young man named Pvt. Andrew Malone.
Who fought for his country and never made it home.
But for every dream that's shattered another one comes true.
This car was once a dream of his back when it was new.
He told me to take her and make her my own,
and I was proud to be riding with Pvt. Malone

One night it was raining hard I took the curve too fast.
I still don't remember much about that fiery crash.
Someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out.
They didn't get his name but I know without a doubt.

It was a young man named Pvt. Andrew Malone.
Who fought for his country and never made it home.
But for every dream that's shattered another one comes true.
This car was once a dream of his back when it was new.
I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged along,
that night I was riding with Pvt. Malone.
Oh thank god I was riding with Pvt. Malone.

I sat back and read the poem again. I think I got everything
in there. I hoped I had made Andrew happy. I didn't know him, but I
felt so close. I folded the paper and put it in an envelop. Maybe I'd
put this in the glove box of my Vette. Maybe someone would find it
later, after I was gone. I smiled a little. A little something of me
would go one, just like Private Andrew Malone.

~Fini~

 


Private Malone by Lacy

 

 


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