8 Weeks of Healing Time

Newsome was in the hospital for over a week.  The next weekend I jumped on a bus --what I mean is, a series of buses and got myself to the hospital to visit him.  I hated the bus, Newsome knew that and I all the more hated having to transfer buses.  These weren't civilian buses, mind you but a route that ran from one military installation to the next.  Often times once I got to one place, I'd have to wait an hour or more to get to the next place.  It literally took me all day long to get to the hospital.

Once I finally arrived, again our visiting time was short as it wasn't long before the last bus headed out.  If I missed that, I'd not be able to get back to Ansbach until the next day, which was Sunday and the routes were very limited.  So we had a nice but short visit.  He was very touched I went through all the trouble to see him.

The next several weeks we hardly saw each other.  He couldn't drive, I didn't drive -- a few times SSG D drove me over to Newsome's apartment.  I was sad I wasn't seeing Newsome much but the biggest disappointment was he was no longer able to lead PT.

So I worked and hung out with Connie and worked and well --that's about it.