“So you see, Mama,” I explained, “I’ve only got a few days before I have to leave. I know you’d counted on me being here until the fourth, but my bus leaves right after Christmas.” Her face clouded over with an expression that might have been anger, disappointment, shock, or all three. Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to tell her I’d enlisted just as soon as I landed. Maybe I should have waited until we’d gotten home, or even on the drive from the airfield, but it was too late now. I just kept talking, hoping that if I did she’d collect herself and realize that I was only doing what I had to do, the same as thousands of other mothers’ sons across the country. “I know it only gives me about a week, but don’t worry, Mama. I’m going to use every minute. Make me a list of chores. Tell me whatever needs fixing, and I’ll get it done before my train leaves. I’m going to give the tractor a tune-up, too. That way it’ll be all ready for the spring planting.” Mama was quiet a moment, and then she spoke, in a voice choked with anger.
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