WAR IN EUROPE!
Trembling, I stared at the newspaper. War? Now? In Europe? I thought of Great Uncle Norman, who died in WWII. Poppi served in the navy during Korea. If Vietnam had continued one more month, Dad would have been drafted.
Almost in tears, I ran to find Mom. “Mom, there’s a war going on!”
She looked at me with sad but resigned eyes. “Lisa, there’s a war going on somewhere in the world every day.”
Stunned, I silently turned away. I crept into my bedroom and played with blocks— conscious for the first time of losing childish innocence.