I know that my mother never recovered fully from the death of my brother on Okinawa in WWII. When I went home right after and on furlough before being shipped to the Pacific I could see a frail mother numbed by the tragedy. My mother told me about the kind officer who told about condolences from the POTUSA. He gave her a folded flag and a window display. I can remember the anguish in her eyes because I was going overseas.Fortunately I came back but my mother was still walking around with memories of my brother. There is nothing in God’s creation greater than a mother’s love for the child that was of her flesh.
VERY WELL STATED.