Saturday, 13 February 2016

I Deeply Regret To Inform You

Dad’s telegram arrived as my mother was changing my nappy for the very first time. She kept it in the safe in the study, but she never let me read it, at least while she kept her mental faculties. Once her mind went, I finally got the key to the safe, opened it, and finally found the telegram stuck between an old playbill and a photograph of the two of them at a beach.

The telegram seemed perfectly normal, the ‘deep regret’ and his name and battalion and all that, all normal.

Until I reread it and saw the ‘brother’…

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