It was during the Vietnam war.
I was ten. My brother went to war.
My heart was heavy every minute he was there.
My wish came true,
My brother called from Vietnam.
Communication not so easy back then. Letters mostly.
It was not as easy as I thought.
I had to say,"over" after each sentence.
Each sentence starting with my mouth open and nothing coming out.
What can I say?
My Mom at my side urging me, "talk, talk."