I asked where Thomas had been found, how long he’d been missing, whether he’d been imprisoned.
“He’s alive, Ms. Eleanor. And he asked me to bring you to him.”
For a moment, I couldn’t understand the words.
“Alive?”
Daniel nodded.
I asked where Thomas had been found, how long he’d been missing, whether he’d been imprisoned.
“I don’t know. He told us you lost touch after the war.”
Daniel answered slowly. Thomas had survived an aircraft failure, been captured, and held prisoner until he was released in 1973 with other American servicemen.
“Then why wasn’t I told?”
Daniel hesitated.
“I don’t know. He told us you lost touch after the war.”
“Lost touch?”
“Granddad kept your college picture. He remembered your town.”
“That’s what he said.”
I stared at Daniel.
“How did you find me?”
“Granddad kept your college picture. He remembered your town. I found a school newsletter with your retirement interview, then an article about your memorial visits.”
