8/28/18
I was with other women who were concerned about making sure they said
goodbye to their husbands who were going off to war. As I grappled with
their disappointment, I looked over to see a man walking quickly down a
corridor passed us, and I was given understanding that it was my
husband. Then I heard his last name spoken out loud...."Foreman!"
This was a young college-aged man that my kids know, and his first
name...can you guess? MOSES!
I began to chase after him to catch up to him so I could say
good-bye, but next thing I knew I was sitting down in the cafeteria
because I had not caught up to him. I was resting and others were
around me. In came 'my husband' and gave me a quick farewell kiss. It
was not sensual...just the understanding of what he was doing..saying
goodbye to leave to go to war. I turned to those around me and made a
loving statement of how kind he was! Then it was over....
I looked up Foreman, and it means this... a worker, especially a
man, who supervises and directs other workers.
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