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did.<br />
"My name's Charles Moulder—but I'm sure you wouldn't remember<br />
that. I think we knew each other once upon a time, close to forty years ago,<br />
in fact. In Germany."<br />
He cocked his head the other way, squeezed my hand. "Germany?"<br />
"Yeah, the army. An MP company out in the boonies about thirty Ks<br />
from Pirmasens."<br />
He started pumping my hand furiously. "No kidding! No kidding! No<br />
kidding! What did you say your name was again?"<br />
I told him, said I was glad to see him again, glad to see him doing so<br />
well because the last time I'd seen him he was having a tough time of it. I<br />
mentioned the company looking for him that night, described it like a big<br />
joke, a lark that nobody took seriously, and he joined right in, laughed so<br />
hard he had to lean over against the trash receptacle.<br />
When he paused long enough for a deep breath, I sprang the question:<br />
"Look, Howard, it's absolutely none of my business, but I've been wondering<br />
for forty years: what exactly happened to you?"<br />
This started another round of laughter, including pounding on the<br />
rounded top of the trash receptacle. Finally he got himself under control<br />
again. "A girl, Charles, a girl," he said. "Marie was her name. German girl.<br />
Tall. Blonde. Oh, man, she was something. I decided my time was better<br />
spent with her. I had this room in Pirmasens, and we shacked up there for,<br />
oh, two or three months before they caught up with us."<br />
"What happened?"<br />
"Court-martialed me for being AWOL, busted me down to E-l, and I<br />
spent the last two months of my enlistment in the stockade in Mannheim.<br />
Let me tell you, though, Charles, it was worth every minute, every penny of<br />
it. That Marie, oh, mama mea!"<br />
We laughed some more.<br />
I'm human. I'll admit I was, well, not disappointed, exactly, but I felt<br />
a little let down. Some of the scenarios my buddies had come up with for<br />
Howard's disappearance were a lot more dramatic than a guy shacking up<br />
with his girl. But I felt good for him. And maybe I'd be able to listen to<br />
"Hurdy-Gurdy Man" again without a shudder.<br />
At the same time, I couldn't help thinking that something didn't seem<br />
quite right about his story. I had a hard time reconciling beautiful Marie<br />
with Howard Reese's green teeth, BO, and screaming fits.<br />
I saw him again a couple of days later at Burger King and asked him,<br />
"So, Howard, whatever happened to Marie?"<br />
"Who?"<br />
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