âYou couldnât even give him the ⦠the decency of being killed by the enemy!â She glared at the sergeant. âThese, these âfriendly forces not the enemy,â how come the word âAmericanâ isnât used?â
The back door opened, and Michaelâs younger brother, John, finished with his chores came up the stairs and into the kitchen. He peered curiously at the Army sergeant first and next at the priest, then at his mother and father before quietly taking a place by the door.
âWhy wasnât the word âAmericanâ used?â Peg repeated.
âBecause it wasnât âAmerican,ââ the sergeant said.
âAnd why wasnât the word âaccidentalâ there?â
âBecause, Mrs. Mullen, it wasnât an accident.â
âWait a minute,â Peg warned ominously.
Sergeant Fitzgerald began talking about the accidental shelling at Bien Hoa.
âWe know all about Bien Hoa,â Peg snapped.
âWell,â Sergeant Fitzgerald said, âthis is how and where your son was killed.â
There was a sudden moan, and before Peg could reach John, his knees buckled and he collapsed onto the floor. Gene rushed over and, with Peg, eased their son into a chair. âOh, poor John,â Peg said, âare you all right?â
âTake it easy, son,â Gene said.
âMichaelâs dead?â John asked.
âWhat were you thinking?â Peg asked him. âI thought you knew. I thought seeing the Army car.â¦â
âNo, I never, I never thought of Michael,â John said. âI thought they were after me! That Iâd done something wrong!â
John had registered for the draft only five days before.
âWhat happened to Michael?â he asked.
âThis sergeant is telling us,â Peg said.
âBut is he â¦? Is Michael â¦?â
âYes, son,â Gene said. âMikeyâs gone.â
âAnd now,â Peg said, whirling on the sergeant, âwe want to know how, and we want to know why!â
âYou said you heard about Bien Hoa.â¦â
âBien Hoa?â Peg said. âYou donât know very much! Michael wasnât anywhere near Bien Hoa. My son was three, four hundred miles from there!â
âGood God,â Sergeant Fitzgerald said, âit must have happened all over Vietnam that night.â He sat down at the kitchen table. âYou understand, how it could have happened,â he said. âThe Vietcong infiltrated these South Vietnamese artillery units, got onto their radio channels and called in the wrong artillery coordinates so that when the ARVN artillery fired, they hit Americans.â Sergeant Fitzgerald apologized for not having any more information than was contained in the official casualty message and added he did not want to say positively that this was what had happened to Michael, but the Vietcong had infiltrated ARVN radio channels in the past, and this is what might have happened to their sonâs unit.
Sergeant Fitzgerald next explained that the Mullens had the right to request a special escort to accompany Michaelâs body back from Vietnam. If they had some special friend of Michaelâs in mind, someone whom they would like to have return with Michaelâs remains, they should let him know.
âWell, itâs so soon, so sudden â¦â Peg said. âMichael had so many friends, I really donât know.â¦â
âThereâs no need to decide now,â Sergeant Fitzgerald said, âEither myself or another survivorsâ assistance officer will call you tomorrow. Now,â the sergeant said, âWhat funeral home do you want your sonâs body delivered to?â
Peg and Gene looked at each other speechlessly.
âWell, we donât know,â Peg said.⦠âWe really donât know yet.â
âHow long will it be before Michael ⦠Michaelâs body