“I may not be able to remember much anymore, but I do remember what a terrible day that was,” the old woman said in a raspy voice. She sat in her white wicker rocker, the paint cracked and peeled. “It was a Friday so I had the entire weekend to worry till I heard from them the next week. All of them, can you imagine? Off to the city to sign up. All of my four sons were signed up to serve, and not even the same place, Army, Navy…. And no cell phones, no computer devices, just letters, and sometimes they didn’t get through for weeks! Veteran’s Day is a memorial to my sons who all came home, injured in different ways, but home safe!”
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Fandango’s Story Starter #272
