by Sherrilyn Polf
1944. War was still going on. Three years and no end could be seen by Dena. She was weary of rationing food, fuel, and clothing. She was tired of men being killed. Every family had a loss, it seemed. Blue stars and flags hung on every home.
After three months away from Carl and her boys, Dena enjoyed the chance to sit and watch her sons play. She was expecting another child in early August.