A SON IN THE SERVICE.
Ho scolded if she waited up,but still, She could not sleep but dozed and woke again Until she knew him safely home, until, She heard his quick step on the walk and then, The clicking of his key; the creaking stair, And, foolishly, she had to rise once more And tiptoe to the hallway,to’ see there The lines of golden light beneath his door® Often she wakes confused with troubled dre am s In the still night, and listens breathlessly, With pounding pulse and for one moment seems To hoar his footfall and the clicking key. Her feet pad eagerly across the floor ........ Only the desolate dark beneath his door. -Gertrude Hahn.
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Gun Flash, Issue XII, 20 March 1943, Page 3
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117A SON IN THE SERVICE. Gun Flash, Issue XII, 20 March 1943, Page 3
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