Our Time on the River
By Don Brown
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In this lyrical first novel, Don Brown tells the powerful story of two brothers coming of age in a challenging time.
Don Brown
Don Brown is the winner of the YALSA Award for Excellence in Nonfiction and the Sibert Honor. He is the author and illustrator of many nonfiction graphic novels for teens and picture book biographies. He has been widely praised for his resonant storytelling and his delicate watercolor paintings that evoke the excitement, humor, pain, and joy of lives lived with passion. School Library Journal has called him “a current pacesetter who has put the finishing touches on the standards for storyographies.” He lives in New York with his family. booksbybrown.com Instagram: @donsart
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Our Time on the River - Don Brown
1
The December night brought more than snow.
A thumping at the kitchen door drew Dad, Mom, and me from different rooms in our house, and we met at its threshold. There stood David, stamping clusters of wet snow from his boots.
Sweetheart!
Mom exclaimed. Quick, get out of the cold.
My brother's arrival on that snowy evening wasn't a surprise. Although he was enrolled at a state college near Syracuse, many weekends found him at home, spending much of his time with Dad. My parents said he was suffering from homesickness.
Gotta get my stuff,
David said with a smile.
He dragged in two suitcases, an ancient steamer trunk, several cardboard boxes sealed with masking tape, and a plastic garbage bag that spilled clothes when David dropped it to the floor. Mom and Dad just stared at it all.
How come you brought all your stuff home?
I finally asked.
Is something wrong? Did something happen at college...
Dad stammered.
I enlisted,
he said.
You...
Dad replied.
What do you mean, you 'enlisted'?
Mom asked, her voice hard and sharp.
I wasn't getting anything out of college. Joined the army. Enlisted. I thought—
The army! There is a war on. A war!
Mom shouted. Tell them you've made a mistake. Tell them you're not enlisting! You're not going to Vietnam!
Mom turned to Dad and said, Go with him. Explain it was a mistake. Tell them he is not enlisting!
Calm down! Wait a second! Let me ... you...
Dad stuttered, then took a deep breath. Tell me what you did. Exactly. You enlisted? In the regular army, not ROTC. The regular army?
David threw up his hands and shouted, "Yes! The regular army! Geez, I thought you'd understand. You said you're proud of the guys in Nam."
You discussed this?
Mom cried, and she stepped in front of Dad. And you didn't tell me! You approved.
I didn't approve. We talked ... I thought...
Dad said.
You let him enlist? During a war?
Mom yelled.
I told him to finish school!
Dad said. He turned his attention to David. What will you learn in the army? To sleep in a hole, a ditch? To—
I never would have given my permission!
Mom interrupted.
I didn't...
Dad said.
I didn't get Dad's permission. I didn't get anybody's permission. I did it on my own. It was my decision!
David barked.
You don't know!
Mom cried.
It'll be OK,
Dad said, speaking more to himself than us. He's a smart kid. They'll probably give him some kind of technical job, or an office job. A no-fighting job. A noncombatant. It'll be OK. Maybe it'll be good for him. Help him mature. Let's try to make the best—
Good for him?
Mom exclaimed. Oh, God! Like it was good for Dee?
Dee was Mom's brother, who had died in World War II. Mom had spoken of him many times. Dad dropped his hands, and his shoulders slumped. Mom crossed her arms and glared at him.
Gee, thanks for killing me off, Mom!
David shouted. He grabbed the steamer trunk and stomped out of the kitchen and up to his room.
David!
Mom called.
I picked up a suitcase and followed him upstairs. I could hear Mom and Dad arguing in the kitchen. David was sitting on his bed when I got there. His face was red with anger.
Dad wasn't much older than me when he was in the army!
David yelled, startling me. It's OK for him, but not me?
I didn't know what to say.
I can go to college anytime. When I'm a middle-aged guy, I don't want to look back and kick myself in the ass for missing a war,
he said.
It looks scary,
I offered. On TV.
Nobody's asking you to join,
he snapped.
I just—
"What do you know? Why don't you go downstairs with them."
I—
Get out of my room!
Wh—
GET OUT OF MY ROOM! Freaking twerp!
Screw you!
I screamed.
Dad marched in, grabbed me by the back of the neck, and steered me into the hall.
Get to your room, Steven!
he said, and he closed David's door behind him. Mom stood at the foot of the stairs, her eyes fastened on the shut door. Dad argued with David for the next half hour.
Two weeks later, David departed for army basic training.
2
The light from a bright spring day flooded the kitchen. I ate breakfast at the counter and watched Saturday morning cartoons on a tiny portable TV. Mom loaded the washing machine, ignoring the banging of the dryer as it spinned an unbalanced load. We didn't hear David's arrival, and Mom and I jumped when he shouted, Hey, I'm home.
He stood in the dining room, which adjoined the kitchen. A madras shirt draped his muscular, barrel-chested frame. His hair was cut very short, contrary to the popular style.
Mom raced over and hugged him. He looked over her shoulder at me and said, Hey, loser, what's going on?
I winced and didn't say anything.
Mom let go of David slowly. She bombarded him with questions: was he eating, did he need his clothes laundered, was everything OK at Fort Belvoir? David edged me away from the counter and took my seat. Mom whisked away my unfinished breakfast and dropped the leftovers into the trash. David settled in and answered Mom's barrage of questions.
The front door opened and Dad arrived. He had been fishing and was carrying a huge bluefish.
David!
he roared when he saw his oldest son. Great fishing today! One guy got five big ones! I got this monster,
he said, and he dropped the fish in the sink. Did you just get home?
He clasped David's shoulders, examined him from head to toe, and smiled. Then he hooked my neck into his elbow and pulled me close to the two of them.
Mom moved to the sink, brushing against us as she passed. She gingerly used two fingers to lift the fish by its tail and lay it down on a newspaper she had spread on the counter.
Dad merrily began to entertain us with the tale of the huge bluefish and its capture. David and I laughed; I barely noticed the drone of the TV, the thump of the clothes in the dryer, or the soft metallic chatter of a knife scraping fish scales.
At the end of his story, Dad clapped his hands and asked, How are you?
Before David could answer, the telephone rang.
That must be Ken. I told him I was coming home and to phone now,
David explained. He rushed to his bedroom and took the call from his best high school friend.
I guess that's all we're gonna see of that kid!
Dad said in mock exasperation.
Mom smiled.
Dad said, Let's have ice cream for dessert tonight. Come on, Steve. Take a ride with me.
We headed to the store in our big Ford Country Squire station wagon. I jabbered about fishing, friends, and how scared I was of starting high school in the fall. Although my father had been in a brighter mood just moments earlier, he was now silent and expressionless. Without warning, he steered the car into the parking lot of a drugstore and shut off the engine.
David is destined to go to Vietnam,
he said evenly. He told me a couple of weeks ago. His orders have him leaving in the middle of September out of McGuire Air Force Base. He thinks he can angle a long leave before going, so he should be around for the month of August. He came home today to break the news to your mother. He plans to tell her at dinner.
Dad measured my response for a moment. Then, without further comment, he started the car and drove off.
I sat mute. My mind went to the Life magazine that was stuffed in a rack in our den. In it were the photos of every American killed in Vietnam the previous week—287.
Destined
rang in my mind.
We sat down for dinner at six o'clock. The sound of the evening news on the TV carried easily into the dining room. Dad and David were already seated at our antique oval table when I entered. Mom fussed in the kitchen.
Did I say it was OK to wear that?
David asked, eyeing the maroon sweatshirt with a giant gray 1967
on the front. It had been awarded to him at his high school graduation the previous year. I think the thick, soft sweatshirt meant more to him than his diploma.
Before I could answer, Mom carried a platter of