Rita,
Are you listening to the radio today? I am. Everyone is. I can fairly hear the echo of the voices from one home to another. And the church bells, they woke me this morning. Can you believe I felt annoyed at being woken? Just for a moment, before I realized what was going on.
And did you hear him, our president? “Our sons,” he called them. Hairs lifted all over my body as he spoke. It’s as if I understand all of it for the very first time.
I’ve had a pen in my hand all day. Snatching up scribbles of profundities. How will this be remembered? I want to take it all in. Absorb every moment.
I know Robert’s there, Rita. But then again I suppose all of us feel like all our boys are on those beaches. But I feel like it’s just so close to the part of Europe where he was stationed. It’d make logical sense.
And I’m so PROUD! I’m proud of them. So proud of Robert. And worried. More than I’ve been. I’m proud and worried about all of them. That being said...
I can feel this war turning. We’ll win this thing. Can’t you feel it?
And I just can’t shake the feeling that Sal is part of it. Some great swirling force changing the tide. He’d do that, your Sal. He’d win this war for everyone.
I guess there’s nothing left to do but wait. The whole world is silent. We are all sitting here, listening. Listening and taking moments to run into town for a cup of coffee and some rehashing of news.
Speaking of news... I have wonderful news about Robbie! There is a medicine called penicillin that we can give him the next time he gets the fever. It should kill the bacteria that is hurting his heart. And though he won’t ever be one hundred percent well, his chance of dying is greatly lessened. Those doctors at Yale are brilliant. Mad scientists, yes. But brilliant all the same!
I feel... Today I FEEL...some of that worry I was talking about rolling off my shoulders.
Oh, I can’t stand this letter writing anymore. My nerves tie themselves into knots while I wait. Please write soon.
Love,
Glory