A Rope Across the Chasm

An Open Letter to Service Members, Veterans, and Civilians
By Pam Woll

My mother loves to tell the story of the young soldier who slept on her shoulder on the train from Cincinnati to Chicago. 

It was January of 1946, and she was making her way home from a visit to my father at the Charleston Naval Yards.  She’d flown as far as Cincinnati in rough skies, bumping all the way, but they’d had to cancel her connecting flight because the pilot was airsick.  They offered to fly her to Kansas City and back to Chicago, but she opted for the milk train instead