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Philip Yazzie
Dad stepped to the side of the bed and introduced himself. "My name is E.P.
Moore. I'm Captain Moore's father."
According to Dad, Yazzie's visage lit up like a neon sign of a happy face. He
opened up, asked for the latest news from the 915th, talked about his wound, and in
general became a human being.
Now I am sure that Philip Yazzie had never considered me as an old friend, a role
model, or anything else special. But my name was something out of the past, from the
outfit that had been home to him for two years, and although it had never been
particularly good to him, eventually demanding the sacrifice of an arm, it was now part of
him.
And here was a link with that part. He clung to it. Dad continued to visit him up to
the time his was discharged from the hospital and the army, and after that Yazzie called
on him when he came to Santa Fe. Dad also gave him small loans from time to time,
"loans" I am sure neither of them expected to be repaid.
I almost met Philip Yazzie once after the war. I was visiting in Santa Fe when
Dad found a note under his front door.
Dear Moore
I come today you not home. Need $5. Get it to moro.
Philip Yazzie
I waited until "to moro," but he didn't come for the $5.
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