Summer 1994 • Vol. XVI No. 3 FictionJuly 1, 1994 |

Kalisher’s Cut

Kalisher's buddy Hambone called from Aurora, Nebraska, to say "You OK?" which was not like him. Hambone usually called to say "How's it hanging?" or "Getting any lately?" Kalisher met Hambone playing softball at Chu Lai but they lost track when they were packed out on MEDEVAC and got their Hearts. Hambone got his when the kid on point stepped on a mine which demolished the point and took out the better part of his (Hambone's) stomach. Kalisher got his when one of the men in his platoon shot him in the ankle. Two years later Kalisher and Hambone ran into each other in an after-hours rock bar on the marsh outside Somers Point, New Jersey. They toasted recovery and the U.S. of A. and picked up two teeny flakes who had taken a motel room, just in case. Later they got the shit beat out of them by a bunch of locals in the parking lot. Then they lost track again. Time dropped away underneath them and a peace of sorts was achieved. A number of years went by before Hambone, on a whim, called

Already have an account? Login

Join KR for even more to read.

Register for a free account to read five free pieces a month from our current issue and digital archive.
Register for Free and Read This Piece



Or become a subscriber today and get complete, immediate access to our digital archives at every subscription level.

Read More

Woods

By Diane Lefer

Kalisher's buddy Hambone called from Aurora, Nebraska, to say "You OK?" which was not like him. Hambone usually called to say "How's it hanging?" or "Getting any lately?" Kalisher met […]

Subscribe

Your free registration with Kenyon review incudes access to exclusive content, early access to program registration, and more.

Donate

With your support, we’ll continue 
to cultivate talent and publish extraordinary literature from diverse voices around the world.