Human beings bond in a lot of very different ways: as members of the same family, alumni of the same school, or adherents to the same body of beliefs. Most amazing, though, is the bond of shared experience–the sharing that makes a band of brothers.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother…
Sometimes brothers find each other in unexpected ways and places. Enjoy this snapshot of an impromptu family reunion.
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Last year I worked with an ex-Air Force officer. Great guy–friendly, out-going, smart, and level-headed. One day, he came in to work, plastered a goofy grin on his face, and told me, “I’m gonna have a son!”
“Congratulations! When is the baby due?”
“Oh, in about eight months.”
“How do you know it’s a son?’
He just looked at me incredulously. Apparently, I had asked a question that was too stupid to even deserve a reply. “I’m gonna call him Deuce,” he said. “Derek Number Two.”
Derek was a prophet without honor in his own cubicle. A number of months later, his wife did indeed present him with Derek Number Two. Wolf Forever is an improbable little fable that is not the story of Derek’s Deuce. But it did grow from the seed of Deuce’s early birth announcement.
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