Veteran Ralph is lying on his death bed at the VAMC.  He has suffered long with numerous Agent Orange diseases and has fought doggedly for service connection for decades. His wife sits on the edge of the bed holding his hand and gently weeping.

When he feels the last act beginning, he motions for her to lean in closer. She holds her head closer to hear his last wishes.

“Promise me you’ll do something in six months.”

She nods, hanging on his next words.

“Marry Ron in six months after I’m gone”.

Her eyes fly up and she inquires “Ron?. Ron who?”

” Ron Ampe- my DAV service officer.”

She digests this slowly and finally comments:

“But honey. I thought you hated that turkey’s ass.”

With his last, expiring exhale he closes his eyes and says “I do”.