It would be--terribly--lonely--dad--to go out myself--without you.

Or to have you go out--alone .-- We have always been together--and you have been--so very good to me, dad.

I can't help this, dad,--I try--but I am not strong enough--I'm not holding back from the sacrifice, dad," hurrying his words,--"No, no, not that, but perhaps you understand." For answer, his father put both his arms around his son, drew his head down to his breast, as if he had been a child.
"There, there, laddie," he said, patting him on the shoulder, "I know, I know! Oh God, how I know.

We have lived together very closely, without a shadow ever between us, and my prayer, since this war began, has been that in death, if it had to be, we might be together, and, Barry, somehow I believe God will give us that." "Good old dad, good old boy! What a brick you are! I couldn't help that, dad.

Forgive me for being a baby, and spoiling the day--" "Forgive you, boy," still with his arms around his son, "Barry, I love you for it.