Missing
“Peggy had walked through the orchard early that morning. She’d come back into the house and baked bread, and now she made a pot of tea. Will was taking a break from his outdoor work. The brass ringer suddenly twisted in the front door, making its usual loud noise.
Will answered the door. There stood the postman, who handed over a parcel with a letter attached. Will brought these into the kitchen.
“Here we go again,” he said. “Another letter from the War Graves office. But look, Peggy, they’ve s...ent a parcel this time. They’ve never done that before. Which one shall we open first?”
Peggy reached for the letter. “We might as well start with this one,” she said.
They sat at the table and Peggy read aloud.
London, England Dear Mr. and Mrs. Greenwood, I am finally able to send news. We have found a war grave with the name Jack Green printed by hand on a cross over it. This cross had been made from two pieces of propeller from your son’s plane. The graveyard is beside a church in a small village in northern France.MoreLess
Will answered the door. There stood the postman, who handed over a parcel with a letter attached. Will brought these into the kitchen.
“Here we go again,” he said. “Another letter from the War Graves office. But look, Peggy, they’ve s...ent a parcel this time. They’ve never done that before. Which one shall we open first?”
Peggy reached for the letter. “We might as well start with this one,” she said.
They sat at the table and Peggy read aloud.
London, England Dear Mr. and Mrs. Greenwood, I am finally able to send news. We have found a war grave with the name Jack Green printed by hand on a cross over it. This cross had been made from two pieces of propeller from your son’s plane. The graveyard is beside a church in a small village in northern France.MoreLess
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