returns?â Gene asked.
âJust as soon as they have a plane full,â Sergeant Fitzgerald said.
Peg said, âI know it wonât be long then.â
âOne more thing, Sergeant,â Gene asked. âWhen will Michaelâs death be announced on the news?â
âAfter I notify Fort Leonard Wood that Iâve seen you, theyâll release it. That should be about two hours from now.â
âTwo hours!â Peg protested. âYou canât! Youâve got to give us time to tell our other children. Our daughters are away at college, and we canât let them hear about it on the radio. Youâve got to tell them to hold back the news.â
âCanât you call them?â Sergeant Fitzgerald asked. âYouâll have at least two hours.â
âTheyâll be in classes,â Peg said. âI wonât be able to reach them until tonight. Canât you wait?â
âIâm sorry, Mrs. Mullen, Iâm only a sergeant. I canât tell the Army what to do.â
âI can!â Peg said angrily. âIâm not afraid of the Army or the Pentagon. If you wonât do anything about it, then Iâll ⦠Iâll call Senator Hughes in Washington. Heâll help.â
âLook, Mrs. Mullen,â Sergeant Fitzgerald said, âyou donât have to do that. Iâll tell Fifth Army you want them to wait. They wonât release the news until you give them the go-ahead.â
âGene, I canât just tell Mary and Patricia over the phone. Theyâd.â¦â She shook her head helplessly.
âWhat about your sister?â Gene asked.
âLouise?â Peg thought for a moment. âShe could maybe drive to Kansas City and pick up Mary.â¦â
âIf thereâs nothing else â¦â Sergeant Fitzgerald said. He was standing by the door, ready to leave.
âIâll walk you out,â Gene said.
âThatâs not necessary,â Sergeant Fitzgerald said. âOh, and, Father Shimon? Youâll stay a little longer, wonât you?â
âOf course, Sergeant, of course,â the priest said.
Peg looked at Father Shimon and shrugged. Back in November, after a Sunday service, she had stopped on the way out of church to ask Father Shimon to say some special prayers for Michael. âYouâve got to pray for him, Father,â she had said. âHe hasnât got a chance!â
âOh, I know, I know,â Shimon replied, taking Peg by the arm to move her out of the path of his other parishioners. âI do pray for him, Iâm praying for him every day. We pray for all our servicemen.â
Peg telephoned her friend in La Porte to tell her that Michael was dead and to ask if she would be good enough to drive the seventy-five miles to Iowa City to inform Patricia, who was a senior at the University of Iowa there. Peg next called her sister, Louise Petersen, and asked her to pick up Mary, who was a freshman at Rockhurst College, Michaelâs alma mater, in Kansas City. Then she telephoned her brothers, Bill Goodyear in Omaha and Howard Goodyear in Pittsburgh. She did not cry. She kept the calls short; she remained strong and in control of herself. She informed them only of what she knew so far, that Michael had been killed by South Vietnamese artillery. Her brothers told her they would arrive at the farm as soon as possible. When she finished, she saw that Sergeant Fitzgerald had left and Gene was waiting to use the phone.
Gene telephoned the local newspapers and television stations and gave them what little details he knew and begged them not to release the news until they had been able to inform their daughters. While Gene was doing that, Peg began drawing up a list of those persons they would need to contact.
âNow, Peg,â Father Shimon said, joining Peg at the table, âah-h, I didnât know Michael very well and Iâm sure youâll want, ah-h, someone