There's a knock at the door. "Mary Lou will you get that?" My mom calls to me from the parlor.
I open the door to see a man in uniform standing on our porch. "Hello, is your mother home?" I turn around and get my mom. "Hello, what could I do for you sir?" She's wiping her hands on her favorite blue apron. "Are you Mrs. Thompson?" She nods, "Yes." He looks at her with pity and hands her the letter. She starts to open it hesitantly. "I'm sorry to inform you ma'am, that your Husband, Fredrick R. Thompson and your son, Richard S. Thompson, have been killed in battle." She cripples to the floor. "Oh god no!" She starts sobbing and I hold her in my arms. "I'm very sorry ma'am, they were two of the finest men I've ever known." My mom's shaking violently. "Sir, I'm goin' to need to ask you to leave. Good day." "Good day miss." My mom's holding me tight.