ON THE FOURTH OF JULY, Lorraine went next door to Berta May’s carrying an old blanket and came out with Alice, and then they walked out along the quiet empty street in the evening, heading toward Highway 34 and on to the high school football field to watch the fireworks. It was cool and fresh now after the heat of the day. Out beyond the town limits the combines were still running in the wheat fields, their lights turned on, bright in the fields, the grain carts and grain trucks parked off to the side, and above them the clouds of dust hanging in the air, carrying the smell of chaff and dust and cut wheat into Holt.
They walked to the highway and turned past Shattuck’s Café and then south at the school grounds to go out behind to the football field. There were many other people walking along in the evening. They arrived at the field and went in through the gate at the chain-link fence and crossed the white-chalked lanes of the track and went out onto the grass. The lights on the tall poles around the field were burning fiercely, making a loud hum. The grass looked very green under the lights.
Let’s go out there, Lorraine said. It’s nicer. She led Alice out to the middle of the field where they saw the Johnson women seated on a blanket. Hello, Willa called. Over here. Come join us.
They walked up to their spot and Lorraine spread the blanket she was carrying and sat down beside them while Alice stood and looked all around at the grandstands filling up with people and the man up in the announcer’s booth above the stands, a dangling lightbulb on a cord above him showing him there starkly, standing by himself, and she looked past the goalposts to the south end where the volunteer fire department was arranging the fireworks.
Do you want to sit down with us? Alene said, and Alice sat down between the Johnson women and Lorraine. Two boys her age came and sat in front of them. The boys turned to look at her and Alice saw them but pretended not to notice them. They sat with their arms wrapped around their knees. After a while the man up in the booth began to talk into the microphone.
Folks, I want to welcome you all tonight. Folks. He stopped. Is this thing on? His voice sounded loud and broken, scratchy.
Yeah, it’s on, somebody called. Go on ahead there, Bud.
All right then. I guess you can hear me. Well. Good evening, folks, and some of the people sitting on the grass said Evening back to him, and he went on. This is a good occasion here tonight. Isn’t it. We all know that. This is part of what makes us great as a country. This day, this celebration, this yearly event, commemorated here this evening. Now I’m going to start our program tonight by recognizing our armed service in this troubled time for our country. I want to request anybody here tonight who served our country to stand up. Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force. National Guard. All of them. It doesn’t matter. They all count. Even the Coast Guard that in time of peace is under the auspices of the Treasury Department, folks, did you all know that? and under Defense in time of war. That’s right. Stand right up. Let us see you.
Some of the men and a few women stood up in the grandstand and there was an old man who struggled up from a lawn chair near them in the football field.
Give them all a hand why don’t you, folks, and all around them on the brightly lighted grass and in the grandstands people applauded. Alice watched Lorraine. She clapped her hands once or twice and then stopped, so she stopped too.
Now I want to make special recognition of one boy in particular here tonight, the announcer said. I won’t say out his name because he said he don’t want me to. But he’s being sent over next week to the war over there. Helping to take our democracy across to the desert to those people they got there. Yes, that’s him. I see him now. Down on the left side of the bleachers there. Stand up, will you, son? Yes, that’s right.
A boy rose and looked out at the football field without making any gesture or turning around. A young boy, in his army uniform.
Give him a warm sendoff, people. Yes, that’s the way.
Some in the grandstand stood up to applaud and some of the people out in the grass stood. The boy in uniform sat down beside a woman next to him and the man in the booth went on.