My Uncle Rolly had been a general of the Philippine Army. He had been retired now and just celebrated his 71st birthday. After all these years, now it had been his turn to treat us to an eat-all-you can lunch at Kamay Kainan at Market Market, Taguig. It is just fitting, I suppose, because Uncle Rolly isn’t just grateful for his 71 years and a life well lived, but more importantly, Uncle Rolly is happy to see his littlest unit, a tiny force to reckon with in his septuagenarian years.
Let me explain a little bit. You see, Uncle Rolly had been away most of the time. He had been assigned to the war-torn Mindanao for the bigger part of our growing up years. His brood of three and my dear Auntie Baby had to endure his absence and the thought that his life had always been in danger. But like any soldier’s family, my cousins and my aunt had to leave fate to the hands of the Almighty and pray that they get to see the family patriarch up to his old age. And that had been a prayer granted.
Well, if many generals and other soldiers had been caught in many legal dilemmas, not my Uncle Rolly. If the others had to hire security guards to protect them because of an anomaly or a misdeed in the service, not my Uncle Rolly. He walks around his subdivision anytime he wants to. The neighbors had come to know him as the general and had given their respect to a person who they know as someone who had served and defended them with his life. And what has Uncle Rolly got to show after a lifetime of protecting the Filipino… well, a tiny bungalow that had seen better days, a wife who had reared his children well, a corporate analyst for a son, a consul for a daughter and a major in the army for the youngest in the family. If there is a virtue well instilled in all three, it must be patriotism. The hope that this country may yet see the light of better tomorrow has never wavered. In fact, Uncle Rolly may not be sleeping in the rough ridden barracks any longer, neither is he commanding a force in the battlegrounds any more… but he continues to accomplish his duty as a citizen of this land in the best way he can.
Uncle Rolly readily comes to aid when his children calls, whether it is just from home or from some other distant foreign land where duty beckons. After a lifetime of artillery and strategy, life becomes complete with the growing family. The littlest unit is composed of Audrey Claire, 6, a preschooler with a knack for mathematics and the arts, RD, 3, a charmer with a passion for fourwheelers and transformers, and Julia, also 3, yet already a stickler for taste and elegance.
Uncle Rolly watches his grandchildren from a distance. He spoils them with some cheap plastic toy just so their craving for something new and intriguing could be sated. And he gently lulls them to quiet when they stumble and sustain wounds. He speaks comforting words and the three toddlers look up to him in understanding. They go back to their happy play in no time. And Uncle Rolly’s battle is won.
Life is truly a war. In the beginning, we train and prepare for what might be. That is what Uncle Rolly did. But any war could not have been won without a happy closing. Uncle Rolly is writing that script well and good. His littlest unit is real force to reckon with.