And then there was Addie. Had she missed him as much as he’d missed her?
* * *
Troop plane after troop plane landed on a runway that even New Yorkers didn’t know existed.
The 116th Infantry Division, together with a thousand of their comrades, disembarked and assembled on the tarmac for their final parade. Along with many of his comrades, when he stepped onto the runway Alex fell to his knees and kissed the ground, relieved to be back home.
It was the first time he’d thought of America as home.
They all waited to be dismissed so they could return to their homes across the United States, civilians once again. But there was to be a surprise that morning that Alex hadn’t anticipated.
When Colonel Haskins had finished his speech of welcome, he called out one name. Staff Sergeant Karpenko marched up, came to a halt in front of his commanding officer, and saluted.
“Congratulations, sergeant,” said the colonel, as he pinned the Silver Star on his uniform.
Before Alex could ask what for, the colonel announced to the assembled gathering that at the height of the battle of Bacon Hill, Staff Sergeant Karpenko had taken the place of his unit commander after he had fallen, led an attack that wiped out an enemy patrol, and been responsible for saving the lives of several of his comrades.
And caused the death of my closest friend, was Alex’s only thought as he marched back to join his unit.
He had wanted to protest that the award should have been given posthumously to the Tank, who had made the ultimate sacrifice. Alex would visit Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia, and lay a wreath on the grave of his friend, Private First Class Samuel T. Burrows.
Once the parade had been dismissed, Alex was surrounded by his comrades, who congratulated him, while they all celebrated friendships forged by war. He wondered if he would ever see any of them again, after they’d disappeared in fifty different directions.
As the men broke up, they went in search of their families and friends who had been waiting patiently behind a barrier at the far end of the airfield. Alex hoped Addie would be among them. Her letters hadn’t been quite as frequent recently, but Alex had no doubt that along with his mother they would both be among those waving and cheering. His mother had dutifully written to him every week, and although Elena never once complained, it was clear that she and Dimitri were not enjoying their roles as temporary entrepreneurs. Now Elena could return to what she did best, and Dimitri could sign on for the next ship bound for Leningrad.
Alex joined an excited group of exuberant young men as the impatient crowd broke ranks and began running toward them.
He searched the vast crowd for Addie and his mother. But with so many people jumping up and down, waving flags, and pointing, it was some time before he spotted Elena making her way through the dense mob, Dimitri a pace behind, but no sign of Addie.
Elena threw her arms around her son and clung on to him, as if wanting to make sure he was real. When she finally released him, he shook hands with Dimitri, who couldn’t take his eyes off the Silver Star.
“Welcome home,” he said. “We’re all so proud
of you.”
There were so many questions Alex wanted to ask, and so many things he needed to tell them, that he didn’t know where to begin. As they walked away from the crowded runway, it was hard to hear anything above the joyful, exuberant noise that was coming from every direction.
It wasn’t until they had settled into the back of a bus bound for Brooklyn that Alex noticed that all the joy had disappeared from his mother’s face, and Dimitri’s head was bowed, like an errant schoolboy who’d been found playing truant.
“It can’t be that bad,” said Alex, in an attempt to cheer them up.
“Worse,” said Elena, “far worse than you can possibly imagine. While you’ve been away fighting for your country, we’ve lost almost everything you’d managed to build.”
Alex took her hand. “It can’t be worse than seeing your closest friend killed in front of you. So tell me, what should I expect when I get home?”
Elena offered a weak smile. “We only have one stall left, and it’s barely making a profit.”
“How can that be possible?” said Alex. He knew from her letters that Elena and Dimitri had been experiencing difficult times, but he hadn’t realized things were quite that bad.
“I’m to blame,” said Dimitri. “I wasn’t always around when your mother most needed me.”
“Yes he was,” said Elena. “I wouldn’t have survived without his wages while you were away.”
“But surely that was enough to get by until…”
“Not nearly enough for Mr. Wolfe.”
“So what’s the old crook been up to in my absence?”