By: Ardis E. Parshall - June 04, 2014 From the Improvement Era, March 1944 – Vigil By Sadie H. Greenhalgh Ada knew the small traveling bag was still open on the bed. She knew what was in every corner, though her eyes were now blurred with tears so that she could no longer see. There was such a little bit these soldier boys could take with them. It had been different putting things in Donald’s case when he left. She had smiled, and fe...
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