Days turned to weeks as he farewelled troops. At first the cargo was of wounded, shattered souls, returning home in different degrees of mind and body. As weeks progressed, the healthy also returned, with anticipated joy of going home to enjoy life once again with family and friends.
During these weeks Joe and Hugh began making firm plans for the new orphanage building. Hugh noted that every soldier approached had consented to return in a month to begin the erection of the new building. Hugh would be part of that contingent.
“Now,” Hugh asked hesitantly, “Do we have anything to come back for?”
Joe smiled. “Oh, Hugh, ye of little faith!” Then added seriously, “Yes. I can barely believe it myself. A couple of our Church agencies will contribute well to the project. And I’ve managed to make a deal with some of the local wholesalers for materials.”
“So, if the team and I return within the month, you will have everything for us to get started.”
“Hopefully!”
“Aren’t you coming home for a couple of weeks?”
“No, Hugh. I’ve decided to stay and make sure that we’re ready to start on time.”
A week later, Joe farewelled Hugh and his building crew, along with most of the remaining personnel.