This morning I had a memory of something my mother told us when we were little. 

This from during WW2. The Western Union boy, and then it was boys. 

They'd bike onto the block, and everyone knew what this meant. 

People would watch to see where he'd stop praying it wasn't their house. 

The kid would go to a door. Then there'd be crying, and such. 

This as news that a son brother or father had been killed in action. 

This was that war at home.

Comments:

Sylvia Lewis

I remember a soldier cam to our house to tell us that our brother Johnny was ‘MIA’—Missing in Action in Vietnam Nam. And our Mom had a premonitions weeks before saying He was dead. Then a week later we got a telegram saying he was alive in a Hawaii hospital.

Sidney Smith

I only remember the telegram. I remember our ma did feel he was gone was certain something happened. Then the telegram.

Sylvia Lewis

Right. She always said that they took her son and sent back a stranger! What our brother went through in Vietnam changed him!