Description The telephone rings on the hospital floor, and they tell you it is your mother, the phone call you have been dreading.
I trie.
I wouldn\'t talk to people.
I kept mostly to myself. -- \'So I had a hard two months, I guess.
But now you have to tell her, from 5000 miles away.
The pain and shock are one thing.
You\'ve lost part of your face to a Japanese sniper on Okinawa, and after many surgeries, the doctor has finally told you that at 19, you will never see again.
Description The telephone rings on the hospital floor, and they tell you it is your mother, the phone call you have been dreading