When the Devil Dances

Dear Cally:

Rochester was… difficult. We were successful, but the battalion took more casualties than I would have liked. I’m personally and professionally happy that we were able to push the lines back to Cayuga, but all things considered I would have preferred that the necessity not drive it.

I’m glad to hear that you had some visitors, especially female visitors. I know that it must be hard growing up with only your grandfather for company. I hope that you will be able to learn…

He backed up and erased the last sentence unfinished. Using the phrase “ladylike” assumed both that the ladies were and that Cally wanted to be. And assumed that “ladylike” was a useful condition, which was a major assumption. Given the choice between a retiring maid and a little war-child, and given the conditions, he’d take war-child any day. Let the world and the future go hang as long as his daughter survived.

…only your grandfather for company.

By the way, I hope you’re not calling him “Baldy” to his face. If you are, I’m going to have to come down and prove that I can still tan your bottom. And before you say “You and what army?” let me point out that I guarantee I can still pin you in about three seconds without armor and if you decide to treat me like the Division Sergeant Major there’s always the armor to fall back on.

:-›=

I’ve come to the conclusion that I want to resume civilian life after the War. That will give me the opportunity to spend the few years that remain before you flee the nest being “around.” I look forward to that and to having Michelle home as well. I think of you often and love you very much.

Your Dad. Who is not going Bald.

The last one was from his father.