answer her, so Peg spoke again, âDid Michael die on Thursday?â
âWhy do you ask me when he died?â Sergeant Fitzgerald said. âI havenât told you your son is dead.â
Peg glared at him with such utter contempt that the sergeant flinched. âYou know the Army doesnât come to tell parents that their sons are wounded!â Peg said. âYou know the Army comes only when theyâre dead! â
The sergeant again turned to the priest, waiting for Father Shimon to break the news, to speak. But the priest was incapable of talking.
Very slowly, deliberately, almost threateningly, Gene Mullen pushed himself away from the sink and moved toward the two men. âNow I want to know the truth!â he told them. âIs ⦠my ⦠boy ⦠dead?â
Sergeant Fitzgerald looked at the priest, then back at Gene and said, âYes.â
And, âYes-s-s-s,â Father Shimon said, too, as if he had been holding his breath all this time. âYes, Gene, yes, Peg, Iâm sorry, yes-s-s-s.â
Gene sagged as if hit. He looked at Peg and she at him. Gene stumbled backward until he was again against the sink. He shook his head to and fro like a groggy fighter trying to clear his brain. He began to cry gentle tears that welled up hot in his eyes, overflowed and traced down his cheeks. âWhy?â he said to no one in particular. âWhy?â
Peg had moved to the kitchen table and stood now gripping the wooden rung of a chairback until she felt herself under enough control to speak. Then she asked the sergeant how Michael had been killed.
Sergeant Fitzgerald sorted through some papers and pulled one out. âI only know the official casualty message given me by Fifth Army Headquarters this morning over the phone.â
âRead it,â Peg said.
The sergeant lifted the paper to the light. âIt states that âSergeant (E-5) Michael Eugene Mullen, US 54 93ââ so on, âdied while at a night defensive position when artillery fire from friendly forces landed in the area.ââ Sergeant Fitzgeraldâs hand dropped. âIâm sorry ⦠I really am very sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Mullen.â¦â He put the paper away and began buttoning up his trench coat as if to leave. âGenerally, at this time,â he said, âfamilies of casualties prefer to be alone with their priestsââ
âSit down,â Peg said quietly.
âPerhaps,â Sergeant Fitzgerald was saying, âtomorrow would be a better time toââ
âSit down! â Peg repeated firmly. âWeâre going to talk about this message, this, this official casualty report.â
Gene watched the sergeant leaf back through his papers, start to say, âMrs. Mullen, I onlyââ
âSergeant,â Gene ordered, âread that thing again.â
Fitzgerald cleared his throat. ââSergeant (E-5) Michael Eugene Mullen, US 54 93 22 54, died while at a night defensive position when artillery fire from friendly forces landed in the area.ââ He looked up from the paper. âThatâs all it says ⦠really.â
âListen,â Gene said, âI was a master sergeant in the United States Army, myself, during World War Two, and I ⦠and I.â¦â He stopped, no longer certain what the point was that he had wished to make.
âWeâre going to talk about this message,â Peg said. âI want you to explain it to me. This word, what do you mean by âfriendlyâ?â
âIt merely means that it wasnât enemy artillery,â the sergeant said. âYour son was killed by friendly fire.â
âFriendly fire? Friendly fire?â Peg repeated incredulously.
Sergeant Fitzgerald shrugged lamely. âIt means any artillery from forces not the enemy.â
âNot the enemy! Goddamn you!â Peg cried, beating the chairback with her fists in frustration.
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