The Sneak Freaky

“The world’s a mess,” Edna Myers muttered. She pulled on the ball of yarn in the basket next to where she was seated and worked the crochet needle through the half-finished scarf she was making. “You young people…” she looked to Mim. “Not you dear, you’re fine. It’s, well, I just don’t understand what all the fuss is about. We are in a war, let these young men fight it! Instead … well, during World War II it wasn’t on the news all the time, and no one would have dreamed of going against our country.” She shook her head, pulling once again on the yarn.

“I think some people think we have no business being over there. That this is a political war.” Mim lifted a glass of Pepsi Cola to her lips and added, “But I don’t understand it either. Kellie writes me now and then, but she never says anything about what is right or wrong. She just talks about how busy she is or how pretty it is over there. You know, the government isn’t going to let anyone really write something that could give away the location or what they think might hurt the men.”