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The Carriage Driver³ - The Silver Star

Updated on July 7, 2017

At sixty-six there was a slight tremble in his fingers and his voice. He took his pills to help with his diabetes and his blood pressure. He whispered prayers before meals. The once proud high school athlete had traveled far and wide over the decades of his life. Patriotism caught hold of him early and the call to duty beckoned him. He told his stories in low tones while wearing his ball cap with both Vietnam and Desert Storm embroidered on it. A reservoir of unwept tears lurked behind his mask. He did not laugh much. The world was a serious place.

He rode the pendulum of history. The Navy was his first choice of duty, offering the high points of his career. Serving as Search and Recovery, his crew plucked Apollo 10 out of the Pacific and tossed Commander Thomas P. Stafford into a basket for good measure. His ship roamed the Mediterranean and the Sea of Japan. In port towns he and his buddies roamed the streets of Italy, Lebanon, Turkey and Tokyo.

The Army offered a different taste and perspective to military life. The safety of his ship while serving in the land war in Vietnam was quite different than serving on the ground in Desert Storm. He had sought out special skills, and that meant a switch of military branches. He felt he had the aptitude and fortitude to be part of The Army Medical Corp.

A unit of the Iraqi Republican Guard returning from their invasion of Kuwait caught his small undermanned Medical Unit. Their contingent faced the challenge that lay ahead of them. As the leader of the unit, he made the decision to buy some time. He ordered seventeen of his twenty-seven man unit to bug-out. Ten men stayed behind. As forward scouting parties approached the ten men, with only small arms and rifle propelled grenade launchers on hand, offered resistance. Their efforts stopped the scouting parties. When the main force of about one hundred Republican Guard arrived, he ordered seven of the men to head out on foot on-the-double. He remained with two volunteers to give his comrades as much of a lead as possible.

As night fell, he looked up in the sky and picked a silver star to be his guide. In the ensuing running retreat, the two men with him were killed. While in High School, he was the strong third man on the Cross Country team. Finding himself alone, he tightened his boot laces, shouldered his weapon and ran through the desert, toward the silver star. At sixty-six, he carried the weight of that day squarely on his tired shoulders. He left the military behind and began the impossible task of forgetting.

His combat experiences had rewired his thinking, as it does with many military men. His relationships suffered, wives seemed to come and go. The children stayed. The children were treated well; as best he could. He reacquainted himself with old high school friends. He played golf on Fridays with one of his former football team members. His parents, in their nineties relied on him. He carried his responsibilities like badges. He worked the front office of a Maryland sports team and then did the same in Cleveland. Though he never found what he most wanted to find.

Captain Griffin Chaffey readied the carriage. He spent extra time with Nuelle. He and Nuelle were never in a hurry. With the leather polished, the wheels greased, and Nuelle's coat gleaming they set out to the designated hour. Griffin parked the carriage between two gas street lanterns and waited. The night sky was clear, filled with stars. Griffin spotted a smartly dressed man, carrying an attaché case approaching. Griffin guessed his height about six feet one inch, but the man carried himself well, making him appear taller. Griffin knew a military man when he saw one.

He stepped down from the carriage, reached into his pocket and retrieved an apple. He cut it into four pieces and fed two to Nuelle and ate the other two while watching the man march forward, to his destiny. Griffin wiped a bit of apple juice on his pant leg.

“Are you my escort?” He asked, reaching the carriage. “She is a beautiful animal.”

“Thank you. I do agree with you, she is a beautiful animal. She and I have worked together for many years now. Every fare is special, but I’d like to shake your hand. If you don’t mind?”

“Why would I mind?” The two men shook hands.

Griffin said, “If you are ready,” he extended his hand, “please step inside.”

“I have a question first.”


“Where are you taking me? I just ask because I have to make a stop first, maybe two. Do you think that will be alright?”

“We are here to take you wherever you want to go. Do you know where you want to go?” Griffin asked.

“Well, I don’t exactly know where I want to go. But, I do know who I want to see. I have something to deliver.”

The two men stood looking at each other.

“What are the names of the two people. I hope you are not looking for movie actresses, or something like that?” The two men laughed.

“The first man is Corporal Charles Lawrence and the second man, Sergeant John Spear.”

Griffin reached under the seat of the carriage and flipped through the pages. “When would they have arrived?”

The man wiped away the beginning of a tear. “The night of February 19, 1991 about 8 p.m. Arabia Time Zone.”

Griffin closed the book. “They are not going to be in my book. But I know just the man who takes care of these things.” He extended his hand, “If you are ready to go, we can get started.”

The man hesitated. He thought of his children and wondered if they would be alright. He thought of his parents, and how his sister would step up and take them the rest of the way. He thought about the women he had loved. Then he turned his attention back to Griffin.

Griffin extended his hand and Gary reached for it. He stepped in the back and made himself comfortable.

“Now, who is it that will know how to find these men?”

“His name is Lt. Colonel James Wickerson. A few discrepancies in his record prevented him from a full ride. A place was found for him in the records department with the Hall of Heroes. He’ll know, he has a mind like a computer.”

Griffin gave Nuelle her rein. It seemed only a few moments when the carriage stopped in front of a building with marble pillars. Griffin climbed down and gave Nuelle a pat. When he went to the carriage Gary had stepped down, holding on to the attaché case. Gary followed Griffin up the steps to the Colonel’s office, where Gary came to attention and saluted.

The Colonel got to his feet and returned the salute. “We dispense with the formalities here. Have a seat.” He gestured towards the chair. “Griffin, it has been a long time, good to see you.”

Griffin thanked him, “This man has two people he is looking for. They are not in my book, I told him you could help.”

“Sure, that is why I am here. Let me have the names.”

Gary handed over a slip of paper with the names and dates. Colonel Wickerson stood and walked to a book shelf. There were ten volumes with Desert Storm on the spines. He scanned the dates and pulled down a thick volume. “Ninety-one was a busy year.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sergeant John Spear, Spear, Spear,” He repeated as he ran his finger down the page. Here he is.” He took a note sized sheet and wrote something on it. “Now, Corporal Charles Lawrence.” Again his lips moved as he scanned for the name. “Ah yes,” and he smiled while writing down the names.

“Griffin are you going to escort the Sergeant First Class, or shall I make other arrangements?”

“I have three appointments scheduled. So, if you don’t mind, perhaps one of your lovely assistants can escort the Sergeant.”

Wilkerson pressed a button on the desk. A Polynesian beauty walked into the office. “Would you mind escorting the Sergeant? It seems two men he knew are now enjoying a stay on the island you once called home. He wants to catch up with them before he continues his own journey. If I guess correctly, he wants to deliver to the men he felt earned them, two Silver Stars.”

Thomas Newman - Hauntingly Beautiful


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      Maria Jordan 3 weeks ago from Jeffersonville PA

      What an inspiring story to wake up to, dear Mike.

      How fitting that Gary could honor his fallen comrades before embarking on whatever the next step of his journey is.

      Your musical selection is truly beautiful.

      Happy Friday hugs, mar

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      Becky Katz 2 weeks ago from Hereford, AZ

      This reminded me of my Silver Star recipient. He got two also. I truly enjoyed this. Drop the g in rein where Griffin gave Nuelle her reign. She is a Queen, but not ruling.

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      Bill Holland 2 weeks ago from Olympia, WA

      Tears....and not ashamed to admit it.

      Do I need to say more? I think not!

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      mckbirdbks 2 weeks ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Maria – This story, like many others in The Carriage Driver series is based on true events. It was inspiring to hear. It was also sad, like many of the tales told by our mutual friend Dusty. I think many men are unintentional heroes. Glad you liked the music. I hope HP likes it also. Happy Friday. It is supposed to reach a 100 today. Yikes.

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      mckbirdbks 2 weeks ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Becky – It seems you have not told us all of your stories. No fair. You always spoke with pride about Dennis. Little by little, you will get back to documenting the journey that you and your family are on. Thanks for pointing out the typo, I put this together quickly. I thought I had rein and reign figured out, but I guess not. And Nuelle is indeed a Queen. Thanks for the visit this morning.

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      mckbirdbks 2 weeks ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Bill - There are many sad stories. If we can’t shed a few tears we don’t know we are alive. Have a great weekend.

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      Martie Coetser 2 weeks ago from South Africa

      "Until we meet again..." is a wish/hope that makes me extremely sad.

      I am glad Gary was granted the opportunity to meet his heroes again.

      Thomas Newman's photo's are truly hauntingly beautiful.

      Thanks for a comforting story, Mck!

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      mckbirdbks 2 weeks ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Martie - Coming up with new ideas for this series has become a challenge. I am glad you liked the story. Many military personnel share these kinds of experiences. It often gravely affects them. I thought the video added something.

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      Shyron E Shenko 2 weeks ago from Texas

      Beautiful and fascinating story, always love when the travel turns out as it should and those who earned honoring receiving it.

      Blessings always

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      A most inspirational story. Love that ending. The music is great.

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      mckbirdbks 2 weeks ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Shy - Thank you. On most occasions the travel turns out as it should. I do know of some people who do some very questionable things, and still expect an interview with the gate keeper.

      Thanks for the blessings.

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      mckbirdbks 2 weeks ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Gypsy - Thank you. This story is embellished from a story I heard recently. I appreciate your visit.

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      Peg Cole 2 weeks ago from Dallas, Texas

      Your story made me think of my dear dad, of course, and his twenty-two years in the Navy. It reminded me of the medals on his dress whites and the faraway look he sometimes wore. I was inspired to re-read his military records of the duty stations and ships where he served.

      "At sixty-six, he carried the weight of that day squarely on his tired shoulders. He left the military behind and began the impossible task of forgetting."

      You've really done a service for our military with this great story, Mike. I recognize parts that could belong to your own history. Seems to me you could write an entire series four of The Carriage Driver with inspired stories like this one.

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      mckbirdbks 2 weeks ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Peg, As you know, Al Friedman spent twenty years in the Marine Corp. I have often made the joke, that I deserved a military pension. Seventeen years in the Marines and three in the U.S. Army. It is fascinating to read the records of these men, where they served, what theaters they served. And trying to listen to what they never said.

      I suppose, we all carry our burdens, Some assuredly heavier than others. I remember Dusty’s stories, just like I heard them in person. Those that saw war first hand change inside. Their perspectives are more narrow.

      I appreciate your rich comment. I am struggling to gather enough stories to get a third and final volume of The Carriage Driver finished. After that, I am not sure where this illustrious career as a writer goes.

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      Genna East 2 weeks ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Mike, I love the way you write, Thank you for my tears. :-) Beautiful!

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      mckbirdbks 2 weeks ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Genna - Wow, thank you. What a nice thing to say. Happy Sunday.

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      Genna East 2 weeks ago

      By the way, your choice of Thomas Newman (one of my favorite composers -- I'd recognize those chords anywhere) is the flawless companion to this story. His delicate, haunting tones echo the power of your words.

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      mckbirdbks 2 weeks ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Genna - While watching a M*A*S*H marathon to escape the maddness of today, I noticed that Lionel Newman was the music supervisor. I looked him up and see he is the Uncle to both Randy and Thomas Newman. I have to say, that is quite the family business. I am pretty sure I know Thomas Newman's name, because you wrote a Hub regarding his accomplishments.

      hP has been deleting my music choices. I hope they let this one through based on your insight.

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      Linda Crampton 2 weeks ago from British Columbia, Canada

      The story is sad and beautiful at the same time and the music is lovely. Thank you for sharing the moving tale and for introducing me to a new composer.

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      mckbirdbks 2 weeks ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Linda – Thank you for your visit. This story was sad to hear as it was related to me. Another Hubber introduced me to Newman; I am glad she did. I appreciate your stopping by.

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