The next morning when I woke up, on top of my axe was a Marine band harmonica. I don't know how it got here but its pretty much the only instrument that I knew how to play.

My dad wasn't around much and my grandfather was the one who handled the scouts and such. I wanted to emulate him so I learned to play the harmonica. I can also cook food out of a tin can. Papaw was a hobo. But anyway, i can play the harmonica like its no bodies business.

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On my way to breakfast and while everyone was getting things together. Everyone was looking at me when the squelchy notes started to play. I fell into “Easy Rider.” After I hate I sat watching everyone else get ready and played for everyone.

I died in battle, no shock there and i died so quickly that there wasn't even really a story to it. But over the next few weeks i became the skald of Valhalla, i would play and others would tell their stories. When people where telling sad stories I played sad mournful songs and on stories of battle I played loud.