“Oh, Ah… Ah… Hi, I’m James.”  Was all he could manage, wide eyes and stammering to find words to say.  James was stunned.  His waitress was a looker, a real beauty, something right out of the movies, or at least it seemed to him like she was.  It took him a few seconds to realize he was staring, but he snapped out of it and ordered something.  “I… I’ll have the apple pie and a glass of milk please.” James said.<br/><br/>“I.. I know you’re awfully busy,” he said humbly after he ordered, “but I’m feeling pretty low and I need someone to talk to before I go off to...” his eyes fell from his waitress to look down at his hands, he couldn’t finish the sentence.  He didn’t want to say the word Vietnam.  To him it meant he accepted a death sentence.  But there were worse things, like being alone and in Vietnam.  He returned his watery blue eyes back to look up at the stranger taking his order, “Could you please talk with me for a little while?” He fumbled with the frayed corner of the menu, fearing she would reject him, but hoping that she would accept.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair<br/>He's a little shy so she gives him a smile<br/>And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while<br/>And talking to me,<br/>I'm feeling a little low</span></em><br/><br/>