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I Regret To Inform You

"I regret to inform you" the dreaded telegram began, "That your son is missing in action" and on it sadly ran. It was in the spring of '43 when it was delivered to her door. Her son Charles was a flight engineer on a "B" Twenty Four. "Your brave son and his crew were last seen over Berlin." Mother read the unwelcome news with a trembling chin. Her faith gave her hope that she would see him once again, Though chances of such a glorious reunion were growing rather thin. "We will advise you if we learn of any further information." She knelt to her knees and offered this earnest supplication: "Father, you are the only One I can turn to in my desperation. Lord, if he survived the crash, protect him is my expectation!" Weeks later another telegram arrived and she opened it with dread. "We are pleased to inform you that your son is a prisoner of war!" it read! "Sources advise us that his crew survived and all are doing well!" She praised God and asked Him to comfort him in his lonely cell! The war ended and Charles was liberated to live another day! The years sped on inexorably as they will and his Mother passed away. Going through her things he discovered the telegrams wrinkled with age. Tears welled in his eyes as he saw tear stains on each yellowed page. Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 8/6/2010 4:25:00 PM
aww so sad!!
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Date: 8/3/2010 10:05:00 PM
It's no wonder your one of my favorite poets! Another beauty. Have a great day! Scarlett
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Date: 8/3/2010 2:51:00 PM
Robert, You sure know how to squeeze tears from the eyes with your excellent writing. This poem was so touching.
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Date: 8/3/2010 11:41:00 AM
Very touching, my friend. Excellent. Enjoyed. Stay cool. Ralph
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Date: 8/1/2010 4:48:00 PM
Dear Bob, this could be a movie -- a very good movie! You built the characters and structured their emotions beautifully! I will return home from vacation late tomorrow night. Caught the bride's bouquet at my nephew's wedding. Need to catch a groom now. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 8/1/2010 9:09:00 AM
Bob you took me through every emotion felt while reading this.. And for Charles to come across that telegrams was destined.. Enjoy your Sunday ~ Wilma
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Date: 7/31/2010 9:09:00 PM
Very good story bob. Put together very well too. Regds, Charles
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Date: 7/31/2010 8:58:00 PM
This sounds like a true story its so beautiful and touching Bob... such emotion in your every line my friend... sensitive ... enjoyed with luv.. happy Sunday..
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Date: 7/31/2010 6:14:00 PM
Tragic story well expressed with a feel. I enjoyed it
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Date: 7/31/2010 5:35:00 PM
Sad to have to go through parents belongings and sort out what to keep and what should go...That had to be hard to witness...Things like that sometimes have monitary value at museums...Sara
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Date: 7/31/2010 3:48:00 PM
I really felt chills run down my back Bob H., trully a sad story.. Poor Charles, and his mother.. a heart breaking story,, Is it a tue story, I my self watch to many sad war stories,, Enjoyed your story Bob, have anice one,..p.d.
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