[fiction] Letter to Rosie, circa 1942
May. 31st, 2010 02:48 pm
"Dear Rosa, we passed through a village today at the foot of a mountain, and the women there looked like you. I thought, if your parents had never come to America, you'd probably be in a village just like this, now. Italy is beautiful, especially in the springtime, and the children in the village were playing, as if there had never been a battle in these mountains, or at least, as if there never would be again. I don't think the people here are any happier than we are that some lying bastard has given their country to the Nazis. When this war is over, when the world is safe again, I'll come home and we can have beautiful children of our own, I promise. If kids can play in wartime, there's nothing we can do that'd hurt them. Love always, Red."