Robert was speaking as he was going through the mail. “What’s this?” He looked at the return address… It was a government letter. He turned the envelope over, tore open the flap, and pulled the letter out. His face turned stony.
“What’s wrong, Dad?” Now Jack was concerned. Margaret came running from the back room.
“I’ve been drafted! Labor drafted. Not a citizen two years, and I’ve been drafted? At forty-one years old? I have to report to the enlistment office in ten days.”
Robert looked at Jack. “If I have to go somewhere, you must promise me that you’ll take care of your mother. Promise!”
“Of course I will, Dad. Of course!”
Robert appeared as instructed ten days later.
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