There was no surprise on the faces of the somber group as they waited for the casket to be taken off the plane. This was not the kind of homecoming they had envisioned three years ago when their youngest brother had been drafted into the army and left for Vietnam.
No decorations, no hoopla, no cheers and shouts of joy. Only tepid tea or coffee in styrofoam cups, gripped tightly in the hands of the huddled family. One sister had to smile, though ruefully, at the memory of how her little brother used to enjoy the yummy cookies she would send him every month. She tried to make the letter that she sent along reflect the cozy atmosphere of home, but she knew he had a hard time adjusting to being in the service.
Then, the family got a letter of their own---the one every military family dreaded. The brother was gone. Just like that. No more music from the fabulous 60's blaring from his radio in his room. No more posters of the Beatles, the "Swinging" London scene or Buckingham Palace would adorn his walls. His room would probably become a shrine, if she knew their Mom, thought the sister.
The casket was loaded into the waiting hearse and the family hugged each other one more time before going their separate ways.
Somewhere, the headlines in the newspapers trumpeted that the President felt the war was going well.
Not today on this windswept tarmac.
2007-11-30 04:38:30
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answered by TexMel 4
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I woke this morning, excited at the surprise homecoming I was going to have for my parents. My sister is coming home, after living in England for the last 10 years. The decorations are hung in eager anticipation of her arrival. We are having a tea party for her, since she told me she has been accustomed to the habit while living overseas. I'm sure it will be yummy! The house looks cozy, and according to the letter I received recently, she will be arriving somewhere around 5 pm. We plan to have quite a party, while rocking out to some music from the fabulous 60s. She will probably be bringing some souveniers from Buckingham Palace for our parents. They visited her once over there, and had a great time. I can just see the headlines in the newspapers now, when the party gets going. My parents will be so surprised!
Now, I have to get back to work. I, too, am 58 years old, but I don't need to be fired for writing stories on YA. :-) Bye!
2007-11-30 09:48:36
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answered by Momma Jo 6
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What a surprise!!! It was homecoming at my highschool and i was chosen to go and get the decorations. While I was out, I stopped at Starbucks and got some earl grey tea and it was very yummy. I went home for a second to change since i wanted to be cozy in my sweats while i set up the gym. All of a sudden the mail came and i got a letter. It had a vibe as if the person who sent it liked the music from the fabulous 60's. I was right! The person was from Buckingham Palace and i made sure that my letter was published in the newspaper. It was the biggest of the headlines in the newspapers!
heheheh i love these things..im an english major i have to be creative!
2007-11-30 09:44:49
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answered by Anonymous
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Well we were in for a big Surprise it was homecoming day for the soldiers who had been on exercise all week and no one in the army camp had thought to put up any of the decorations for the Tea party that was hurriedly put together mother had made some of her yummy scones When every one was cosy the soldiers read out loud a letter that there unit had just been handed,It told them of another party in there honour that would have music from the fabulous 60's They couldn't believe it the letter had come from Buckingham palace from the Queen her self ,the next day the Headlines in the news paper read Queen throws swinging 60's party for soldiers
2007-11-30 11:01:59
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answered by Mea 5
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I wanted it to be a SURPRISE. No big HOMECOMING parade or fancy DECORATIONS. I just wanted to get home and quietly sit down with a cup of TEA and some YUMMY scones in my mother's COZY kitchen.
People think soldiers want a lot of hoopla when they return, when, in fact, most just want a thank you and some peace and quiet. I know that's all I wanted and expected when I sent the LETTER telling mom I'd be home in two weeks.
Moms can't help it I guess. They are so proud of their soldier sons and daughters, and so happy that they are returning safely, that they have to make a big deal of it. But even Mom never expected the resulting hoopla.
Mom ensured my homecoming was duly noted in the local paper, and she reserved a local hall for a small party, inviting some friends of mine and at least half the folks in my home town (that sounds like a lot more folks than it really is). Knowing how much I like MUSIC FROM THE FABULOUS 60'S, she arranged for a local retro-band to play.
The party was wonderful, though I would still have rather been in my mother's kitchen quietly sipping my tea, but everyone was so nice, I was willing to put up with a few hours of hoopla if it would make Mom happy.
Halfway through the celebration, a distinquished looking gentleman arrived followed closely by several members of the press. Neither my Mom nor I had any idea why they were here, but the man said for all to hear "I am Lord Tarleton, and I have been sent from BUCKINGHAM palace by the Queen herself to honor this fine young man for his gallantry in service to the nation.
My mom was very surprised as I had never written her about what I was doing daily. I was more interested in talking about mundane things regarding home and family than about the details of war. I was surprised too, because nothing i did seemed out of the ordinary to me. It was just doing whatever had to be done to help my mates.
Of course, there were HEADLINES IN THE NEWSPAPERS the next day, which just extended the hoopla even longer. People I didn't even know stopped me on the street to congratulate me, and some even came to the house. Thankfully, that was months ago now, and things are calming down. But today is really the first day I got to sit quietly in my Mom's cozy kitchen enjoying my tea and scones. I realize now that this is what I had been fighting for all that time. It certainly made the fight worth while.
2007-11-30 10:13:24
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answered by ghouly05 7
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When I arrived home, I got a huge surprise: my neighbourgh was having a homecoming party. I invited myself round, there were decorations everywhere, and I drank two cups of tea. It was extremely yummy as my neighbourgh doesn't believe in sweeteners. Then we all cuddled up on the couch, it was so cozy. Then the postman came, turns out I had a letter from the queen. To celebrate, we played music from the fabulous 60s. The next day I went to Buckingham palace to meet with the queen. We played air hockey in the local pub, there were lots of photographers, I can't wait to read the headlines in the newspaper tomorrow!
2007-11-30 09:42:12
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answered by . 3
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The surprise I had on my homecoming will never be forgotten. It was Christmas Eve and snow was gently falling. The decorations had been hung. The fire was lit and the night was gently coming in. I peered through the window and saw them all sitting down to their tea. It looked yummy, sandwiches, apple pie, scones, jam and cream, the all looked so cozy sitting by the fire. I fingered the letter in my pocket and quietly put the key in the door. Music from the fabulous 60s was coming from the kitchen, I could see my parents in the kitchen dancing in each other's arms. A pile of newspapers lay on the hall table. A picture of Buckingham Palace on the front and the Headlines in the newspapers declared, Dulchie to buy the Palace.
My sister came out of the sitting room all of a sudden and screamed when she saw me....................................
2007-11-30 10:15:20
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answered by Dulchie 4
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I was suprised to see the homecoming dance decorations theme was tea party. it looked really yummy with the tea cozy at the side. Right before i went to the homecoming dance, a letter came. Suddenly, a music from the fabulous 60's came up. I was shocked but then i opened the letter. it was from the buckingham palace!! The queen invited me to her tea party in England. The next day, it was in the Headlines in the newspapers.
2007-11-30 09:52:45
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answered by metrik 2
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I was arranging a surprise homecoming party for my boyfriend Prince Harry. He was coming home from a military deployment. I went to the store and bought decorations. I chose the special tea he says is so yummy and bought a new cozy for the teapot. In his last letter to me he said he was listening to music from the fabulous 60's so I brought along some CD's from this era. Of course, the party is being held at Burkingham Place and it will probably make headlines in the newspapers.
2007-11-30 09:43:49
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answered by kathy s 6
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A wonderful SURPRISE I have got during my teen years. I could still remeber that surprise as it was etched deeply in my heart...
I was HOMECOMING after a long day at school, and was looking forward to home as I had planned a wonderful afternoon with my friends. I adorned my house with beautiful DECORATIONS and was waiting for my friends to arrive for TEA at my house. My friends shortly and I greeted them warmly. We were enjoying the YUMMY tea and snacks and seating on the COZY sofa feeling very relaxed. At that moment, the doorbell rang, I opened the door and saw the postman.
The postman said, "Good afternoon, Miss, there is a special LETTER for you."
"Thankyou," I smiled at him.
I opened the letter and saw that I had won the grand prize of a lucky draw. Just then, the MUSIC FROM THE FABULOUS 60'S that my friends and I were listening really suited the moment. The grand music was compatible to the grand letter that I received. The grand price was a total of $1,000,000,000 and a visit to the BUCKINGHAM PALACE. Suddenly, the doorbell rang again. It was the reporters who are going to interview me. I had made HEADLINES IN THE NEWSPAPERS the next day. Everyone was envy of me for being so lucky.
2007-11-30 09:56:11
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answered by Miss Fairy 2
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