Part XII — Buttered Side Down
byPart XII begins with a moment so ordinary it could be missed: the hum of a car turning at a street corner where life once flowed easily. For Eddie Houghton, that turn becomes a silent marker of change—the daydream of heroism shaped by clean billboards and patriotic slogans begins to blur. What draws Eddie in isn’t just a promise of duty, but the allure of becoming more than he is. The Navy offers a glossy path forward, away from soda counters and town dances, into a world where boys become men. Yet, what it delivers is not bravery or belonging but exposure to a ruthless culture where survival often overrides kindness. Eddie, once brimming with promise, quickly finds himself out of sync with the harshness he encounters.
At first, he tries. He listens, follows, blends in where he can. But the Navy isn’t just a job—it’s an environment that tears down and rebuilds, often with brutal disregard for individual spirit. Eddie’s fellow sailors laugh at the things he values—manners, simplicity, home—and their scorn feels like sandpaper on skin. His sense of self begins to wear thin. Back home, he was someone. In the Navy, he’s another uniform, expected to adapt or be discarded. The young man who left with starry eyes begins to go quiet. Not because he has nothing to say, but because the space to say it has disappeared.
Letters home become sparse. The town, proud of its naval recruit, still speaks of him in glowing terms. His mother keeps the porch light on and smiles bravely, even as her intuition nags her. In truth, Eddie no longer believes he’ll return as the person they remember. Each port, each drill, each rough voice in the barracks chips away at his belief in a world that once made sense. The code he lived by—politeness, sincerity, decency—no longer fits the spaces he occupies. His sense of belonging fractures quietly, invisibly.
Desertion is not a choice made in haste. It builds over time, like rot in the floorboards. One morning, Eddie slips away, not with defiance, but with aching sadness. He isn’t angry—he’s lost. And when the weight of absence sets in, when the echo of the old life grows too faint to touch, he chooses silence. His death doesn’t come in a blaze but a whisper. A decision made not out of drama, but out of the belief that nothing could be fixed anymore.
Back in his hometown, the news stuns. The boy they raised, the one who ran errands for the grocer and played trumpet in the school band, is gone in a way they cannot understand. The town grapples with guilt, confusion, and disbelief. Mothers watch their sons more closely. The billboard that once shimmered with promise now feels like a betrayal. A symbol of how easily hope can be weaponized. For Eddie’s mother, grief mixes with a terrible knowing—that her son had been unprepared for the world he was thrown into.
The story cuts deeper because it refuses to dramatize Eddie’s unraveling. There is no villain. Only a system too large to care and a dream too fragile to withstand reality. Eddie’s tragedy lies in its commonness, in how many young men have walked into something too vast, believing they’d return stronger. But not all transformations are redemptive. Some shatter the core instead of strengthening it. Eddie’s life reminds us that not all journeys lead home and that sometimes, the cost of growth is far too high.
In remembering Eddie, the town shifts. Conversations become quieter, the celebratory tone around enlistment sobers. There’s still pride, but it carries a shadow now. Parents ask harder questions. Young men think twice. And somewhere, someone passes that same billboard and wonders if the story behind the image is as glorious as it seems. In Eddie’s silence, a deeper truth is heard—some dreams, when taken too literally, can become a burden no one should carry alone.