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...