your father thought that heavy snow was god's kindness. despite the hardship, it brought us beauty.
and reminded us. of our place in things.
you don't believe in god anymore.
we don't know god, we feel him. you felt him as a child. i remember.
spend the night, will you? don't go back out into all that snow.
you've been busy with that trial, i suppose. such a travesty.
they only arrested that poor soul because he's japanese.
they're not his neighbor, like you are. he is a husband, a father, he risked his life for their country. the same as you.
well, folks are pretty cold. and folks who believe in nothing else. they're cold, too.
i've tried to understand your unhappiness, all these years. having gone to war, losing your arm.
but other boys came back. and pushed on. they found girls, and married, had babies.
your father fought at belleau wood, it took him years to get over it. nightmares, tears, b.
it isn't the war, ishmael. all those years growing up. you never had a real girl of your own.
and i know you have it in you to love. i know that much. i wish i knew more.