The cell phone call forced Joan to wake. Her daughter, Shari, a Captain in the Army, calls to say, “Hi Mom, where’s Dad? I’ll be home in a few.” Overwhelmed with the sight of her daughter after 2 tours in Iraq, she flings open the door to find a pregnant daughter and a young man in a wheelchair. “This is Chris; we’re married. He was injured in a missile attack on the USS Cole and here we are on temporary leave. Where’s Dad?”
Excerpt: Shari tells all as Joan sets her up in the clean bedroom Shari left long ago. “Mom, I’m so sorry I didn’t get the call about Dad.” Tears flow; they hold each other. Through sniffles, Shari confides she met Chris at a party, foolish she had sex and now she’s pregnant but the good thing is the baby will have a father.” Exhausted, Shari falls asleep to leave a concerned Joan in charge with Chris on the downstairs couch, she cleans up with a muddled mind.
Early in the morning, the cell calls; Shari in tears says, “I need you, mom. Chris began bleeding; we called for an ambulance to take him to the Veteran’s Hospital nearby. Hurry before it’s too late, mom, he doesn’t look good.”
Dr. Rhee removes his mask and cap, a serious look on his face, “I’m sorry to say he’s gone although he struggled, fought the good fight to live but his time just ran out. You may see him and we will make arrangements for Arlington National and call you.”
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