Early afternoon, July 1943, the whole neighborhood was taking a break from household chores. A cup of coffee and a brief moment to perch on the front step.
The sight of Roy coming home on leave stirred excitement for the waving onlookers. Amazingly he still looked the same after all he’d been through. Maybe a little more determined about the direction his life would take now. Anticipation was in his step because he knew what was waiting to welcome him home. And, oh the way he looked walking down the street in his uniform..
Hearts swelled as the small neighborhood welcomed home one of their own. Kids stopped playing Kick-the-Can and eagerly followed him to his front door.
Her name was Marie but, he called her “hunka darling” as she flew out of the door and devoured him as he walked up the front steps with open arms.
A tear and a smile. Today, we’re all part of the same family.