@Everyone
Hey, doll. Chin up, huh? He’s in a damn better place than us, and besides, you’ll get me bawlin’ too. Can’t have the others seein’ me like that, huh? Heh. I understand where you’re comin’ from though, sister. They weren’t really friends, but some of the people I really counted on got offed while we was in Germany, and that was rough. Course, I never told anybody else how I felt. I was a soldier! And we always used to say that a soldier’s death is the grandest way to go. Dyin’ serving your country? There’s no bigger honor. France was where most of the action went down, though. Lost Stiglitz there. Jesus, thinkin’ about it now, Gestapo torture sounds like a Sunday Red Sox game with your pops compared to here. What’s it like though, huh? Watchin’ your boy grow up?
Oh, he was a wonderful young man. He always wanted to be something important, a police officer or a firefighter or something like that. He wanted to help people. He was always my little hero. When I would get depressed about my husband's death, my son would come give his mommy a hug and tell her that everything would be alright. He was just as much there for me as I was for him and I couldn't be more proud a mother.
