It was my friends and neighbors and the singing of Imogene’s people that got me through that first year after the war.
But to tell you the truth, I never thought it would be a matter of just getting through.
For some reason, I thought that when my daddy come home from fighting, my world would be put back right again.
Not perfect right, of course, on account of Bobby dying of polio while Daddy was gone. And me catching it too and coming home from the hospital on crutches.
Still, I thought Daddy and me both coming home would be like putting the last piece in a puzzle and sitting
back to enjoy the pretty picture.
But hard as I tried, I couldn’t make things be the way I
wanted them with Daddy.
I learned quick enough that when someone drops a bomb in one small place on this planet, it shatters the
whole universe.
And not just for a little while either.
The breaking goes on forever...
It wasn't until after the Vietnam War, that PTSD began to get the attention it deserved. But within COMFORT, several WWII veterans find their way together. With a little help from Ann Fay Honeycutt.
Daddy's problems with adjusting and the way the whole family is impacted by the war and his experiences there is just wonderful, Joyce.
ReplyDeleteThis is a book that can speak to all generations. War is no respecter of persons. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteYour books are fab, Joyce. Absolutely.
Thank you, Donna for the affirmation. So true that war affects everybody.
ReplyDeleteFortunately we haven't felt it directly on our soil in living memory. But I think this makes us a little careless on the subject.
Glad you posted this prologue to Comfort.
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