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Monologue
Mania Day #478 The Night Before by Janet S. Tiger June 5, 2015
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights
reserved 2015
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(The older man is wearing a uniform from World War II, infantry, with a
cane. He marches onstage a little tipsy, turns, and comes to face the
audience, salutes. )
I'm sorry I'm late.....and I wanna
thank you again for doing this. I
know everything is digital and computer these days, so I appreciate….a touch of
the past....
(Listens)
Yes, sir, we had quite a party. Tonight’s festivities reminded me of…..a
party we had a long time ago……
I knew it was a good party because
everyone was drunk. And most of my friends were not big drinkers, but it
was the end of the war.
(Sighs) Some of my buddies
didn't make it home, so I guess we drank their share.
Why am I talking about this
tonight? Because tonight is June 5th, and at midnight, it becomes the
anniversary of D-Day.
I was on a transport on June 5th,
waiting to hear if the landing was actually going to happen. Funny, when
the reporters ask about D-Day, they always want to hear how it felt to hit the
beach. But what I remember.....was the night before, because it was
waiting, and throwing up, and waiting some more. We'd been floating for
what seemed like years. Everyone wanted to get off those boats.
Maybe the bad weather was good, it made dying on shore look like a better
idea........and we did, we died. We sank, we got hit, we got blown
up....thousands of us that one day.
But the night before, we were
alive....and miserable.
Every night of my life since that
night, I have thought, just before I drift off to sleep......I have wondered
what it would have been like, had I died the next morning. Like some of my friends….
I would never have gotten married,
had kids, had grandchildren.......that night was over 70 years ago, and I still
can remember my head in the toilet......
Funny what you think
about.......when you have a few too many.
(He takes a wallet from his pocket, removes a photo)
This is a picture I have of our
gang, back then, when we signed up, the week after Pearl Harbor..
And now you can take the picture …..of
who's left.
(He stands up very straight, adjusts his cap, and holds the photo in front of
his chest. There is a flash, he salutes and exits. Almost the end
of an era we must never forget.
And for all those who were on
those boats the night before - and who fought the next day, and all the days
after- we thank you.)
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Janet S. Tiger
858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
1 comment:
Beautiful and touching. Bravo!
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