Kırık Link Bildir! #303442 31-05-2008 09:26 GMT-1 saat
Decision
Even after a year, Chad still called us Aunt Pat and Uncle Bill. But we thought our job had become that of mother and father until that letter arrived from the 6th Artillery headquarters in North Africa in our mailbox in East Orange, New Jersey.
Chad had come to us as an English refugee. He was supposed to stay until they had put Mr. Hitler in the bag, as he expressed it, and he could go back to his adored father, Major Jollison of the Royal Artillery. In other words, he had been sent to the United States like many other English children to live with an American family for the duration of the war, after which time he planned to return home to London.
But Major Jollison had been killed while resisting a Nazi tank attack in the North African desert.
Chad had taken the news without the slightest show of emotion. Probably Pat and I alone realized the sharp pain that must have torn through his young heart when he learned that his father was dead. He was English and his people were fighting a desperate battle, so he could not let his own individual tragedy show.
England meant much to him, but when he had recovered a little from the shock he seemed resigned to living with us and becoming an American. He had had no one else but his father.
I shall try very hard, he told us seriously in that thin, rather sharp voice of his, to be as you would want your own boy to be. I shall get onto your American ways as quickly as I can and try to make you quite proud of me.
