Telegram
I could tell there was something seriously wrong when I got home from swimming practice, even before she tearfully handed me the telegram. My mother was still in her robe, having skipped work and probably crying all day. We sat on the couch as I read the military telegram stating that my father had been killed in a training accident overseas. It had been a routine training exercise and none could have predicted or prevented the unfortunate accident. He was lost at sea. When I put the letter...