First, they got caught up on each other’s social and family life before they started in on the juicy stuff. This also gave Peggy time to finish a co...ple of glasses of wine so her story would not be watered down by sober inhibitions. She began describing her stepson, Steve, and how she, and her teenage daughter Dana, had to adjust their life as a blended family since there was now a young man in the house. He was just 16, but he was maturing into a real hunk. Peggy supposed that this would be an. Not seeing anyone, I slowly stood.The sound was coming from the other side of the copse, so I carefully made my way through the lightly wooded area. I kept myself hidden as best as was possible. I came up close, and finally was at the last tree before the stream. Peering around it, I saw what was making the sounds.There in the stream, not thirty feet from where I stood, was a most amazing sight. Her skin was well tanned. I didn't see any tan lines. Her hair was flaming red and long. It cascaded. Can I mamma?’ I wanted to scream no, that I want you with me. Instead I just smiled. ‘Of course you can sweetie.’ I brushed a lock of hair off his face. ‘When you come home you will have your own room. Do you like that idea?’ John seemed to think about that for a minute. ‘Yea I like that idea.’ He hugged me quickly, then Hawk, then ran back over to play some more with his train. I laughed as I watched him. Then Hawk leaned down to whisper in my ear. ‘Does that mean we can go now? I want some. My lack of understanding no doubt contributed to the estrangement between us, and my inadequate attempts to reconcile prior to his death. As I researched the story, I found many accounts from other prisoners of war. The one factor they seemed to have in common was that they all spoke of what happened but very few commented on their feelings or emotions, maybe this is a result of their generation when men suppressed their emotions or maybe they just didn’t want to think about their feelings. I.