“I shorely did Andy. I ‘spect hits all that dang world travelin’ he did in the Ar Force. Gury Lee, why’d ya say that to Andy?” My mother had a look of fear in her eyes. I suspected she thought I had completely forgotten my southern heritage.
“Momma, I jess thought Uncle Andy said the wrong word by mistake. Uncle Andy, I ‘pologize iffen I spoke outta turn.”
He gulp what was left in his whiskey glass, held it up and said, “Well, Mule, ya can jess buy me a drink to make up fer hit then.”
“Anyway, I read in the paper that the feller, you know, Swartzinpopper, he envied that Hilter feller from Germany,” Nadine Lucille spoke for the first time that evening.
Well, now, Uncle Andy didn’t know whether to bark or run on that comment. Slamming his empty glass down on the table, he suddenly said in a very loud voice, “Hitler! Why, we whopped his rear-end in the last war with them German folks! There was nothin’ that man ever did but kill people and cause poor inner-national relations!”
“I agree with ya one hunnert percent there Andy, but he did do some thangs that hepped the German folks a bit,” Bubba popped his statement in before I could warn him.
If Uncle Andy got going, we’d listen to every battle and skirmish that occurred in World War Two. As a vet, I understood his feelings, but once started he’d never shut up.
“Name one Bubba Lee! He was the lowest egg suckin’ dawg eveh borned,” Andy quickly shot back.
“Well, how ‘bout them autoban thangs he dee-signed fer the highways? How ‘bout the way he built up the German ‘con-mee fer another.” Bubba had an angry look in his eyes and I was actually surprised he knew that much about the German people. I mean, he’d only been stationed there in the army for four years.
“Let me tell ya somethang heah, mister world expert. Them audio-bans was made to move his troops to where the fightin’ was a-goin’ on. They was neveh made fer normal folks to go on a sight seein’ drive on Sunday afternoons after church. Next, that ‘con-mee thang was only done fer his war. See, he wanted to stim’late the ‘con-mee by a-makin’ jobs fer all them that didn’t have one. It was all done to make his mil’tary stronger, not to hep nobody. I bet Hitlers own momma didn’t love him.” Andy was down right mad now and looked the part.
