VOSHN 86

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="081"><tr><td class="etesti">081</td><td class="edate">August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">28 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Angels</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>Aha, there came an angel!  A truck came along.  I waved to it, and it stopped.  Getting off the truck, a soldier grabbed my son who was strapped on my back and put him on the bed of the truck.  Then two or three other soldiers helped me into the truck.  Another soldier spread a blanket for us to lie down.  "Aren't they angels?  God be thanked!"  I thanked them with my hands folded together.  How nice of them to help complete strangers like us!</p><br><p>My son turned his head to one of the soldiers and said, "You're Daddy, aren't you?  Aren't you?"</p><p>"Oh, is your daddy a soldier, too?" the man asked.</p><p>My son nodded saying "Yeah."  Then he said "Is he?  You stay alive.  Don't die.  Stay alive and your daddy will come back soon, you know."</p><p>My son nodded at him saying, "Yeah, yeah."  I was most grateful for their sympathy.</p><br><p>My son was too young to survive, though.</p><p>He kept on saying, "Mommy, where's Daddy?" until the moment he died.</p></div></body>