Of course, the parents' anxiety for his first letter was
greater than ever before. And every week they heard
from him and were thankful for his well-being. Then
one week went by without a letter ~ two weeks ~ and
finally three. At the end of the third week a telegram
came, saying, "We regret to inform you that you son
has been missing for three weeks and is presumed to
have been killed inaction while fighting for his country.
" The parents were shocked and grieved. They tried to
accept the situation and go on living, but it was
tragically lonesome without Frank.

About three weeks later, however, the phone rang.
When Mrs. Creighton answered it, a voice on the
other end said, "Mother, it's Frank. they found
me and I'm going to be all right. I'm in the United
States and I'm coming home soon." Mrs. Creighton
was overjoyed, with tears running down her cheeks
she sobbed, "Oh, that's wonderful! That's just
wonderful, Frank."

There was silence for a moment, and then Frank
said, "Mother I want to ask you something that is
important to me. While I've been here, I've met a
lot of wonderful people and I've really become close
friends with some. There is one fellow I would like
to bring home with me to meet you and Dad. And I
would like to know if it would be all right if he could
stay and live with us, because he has no place to go."
His mother assured him it would be all right.

Then Frank said, "You see, he wasn't' as lucky as
some, he was injured in battle. He was hit by a blast
and his face is all disfigured. He lost his leg, and
his right hand is missing. So you see, he feels
uneasy about how others will accept him." Frank's
mother stopped to think a minute. She began to
wonder how things would work out, and what people
in town would think of someone like that.

She said, "Sure Frank, you bring him home~ for a
visit, that is. We would love to meet him and have
him stay for a while, but about him staying with us
permanently, well, we'll have to think about that."
There was silence for a minute, and then Frank said,
"Okay, Mother," and hung up.

A week went by without any word from Frank, and
then a telegram arrived ~ "We regret to inform you
that your son has taken his life. We would like
you to come and identify the body." Their wonderful
son was gone. The horror stricken parents could
only ask themselves, "Why had he done this?"