All she had was a photo of 60 years ago.
A young soldier holding a gun, on the bank of a river.
And then there were the letters.
These were the man she had learned to love.
His last letter was dated September 2001.
He had wheeled himself into the TV room and with the others
sat silent watching the Twin Towers collapse –
That bastard! He murmured,
meaning not the terrorist but the President. Then everything went black