CHAPTER 28
“So, you said your family was still Lutheran, and that Charlotte was a Lutheran. Did she stay a Lutheran?” I asked the question that had been bugging me. We were still driving down the interstate, after having gone to get Oliver.
“Yes,” Andrew sighed, “Unfortunately, she did. I tried so many times to get her to see the truth, but she wouldn't listen. She would yell at me every time I tried to tell her something. We eventually just agreed to disagree, but I was not happy about that, not one little bit.”
“Oh,” was all I could think of to say.
“Yeah,” he laughed, as he could see I was getting uncomfortable.
“That's just-,” I trailed off because I couldn't find the right word.
“Disappointing?” he offered.
“Kind of.”
“I know,” he said. “That was what I felt every single day. But still, I loved her. She was so very stubborn,” he sighed again.
“And I'm so...not?”
“Kind of,” he copied me. I smiled at him. “But that's okay.” He took my hand and squeezed it a little. A new song came on the radio and I felt the sudden urge to sing to it, so I did. I really didn't care if Andrew heard this time. I had long since gotten over that feeling of uneasiness. The song was “Letters From War” by Mark Schultz.
“She walked to the mailbox,
On that bright summers day,
Found a letter from her son,
In a war, far away.
He spoke of the weather,
And good friends that he'd made.
Said, "I'd been thinking 'bout Dad,
And the life that he had that's why, I'm here today."
And then in the end he said, "You are what I'm fighting for."
It was the first of his letters from war.
She started writing,
You're good and you're brave,
What a father that you'll be someday,
Make it home, make it safe.
She wrote every night as she prayed.
Late in December,
A day, she'll not forget,
Oh, her tears stained the paper,
With every word that she read.
It said, "I was up on a hill, I was out there alone,
When the shots all rang out and bombs were exploding.
That's when I saw him, he came back for me.
And though he was captured a man set me free,
And that man was your son, he asked me to write to you,
I told him, I would, Oh, I swore."
It was the last of the letters from war.
And she prayed, he was living, kept on believing,
And wrote every night just to say,
You are good and you're brave,
What a father that you'll be someday.
Make it home, make it safe,
Still she kept writing each day.
Then two years later,
Autumn leaves, all around,
A car pulled in the driveway,
And she fell to the ground,
And out stepped a captain,
Where her boy used to stand.
He said, "Mom, I'm followin' orders,
From all of your letters and I've come home again."
He ran into hold her, dropped all his bags on the floor,
Holdin' all of her letters from war.
Bring him home,
Bring him home,
Bring him home.”
The first time I heard that song I cried. I was very close to crying now.
“That is what I'm afraid will happen to Logan, except it's kind of impossible now that's he decided to go into the Navy,” Andrew said.
“That's very upsetting,” I said while nodding.
“Yeah, Oh, and Ella?”
“Yes?”
“You have a beautiful voice.”
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