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Show m to Jpaa. "What's wrong with him?" "He just wants to t a l k to you, lady. We're t r a n s f e r r i ng this call from ^Vietnam v i a short-wave radio to Guam, Hawaii, and the mainland./ When you get through t a l k i n g , j u s t say'over' and we'll flip the switch and l e t him t a l k ." "YesyOh, yes! Brian, are you a l l r i g h t ? Do you hear me? Is that really you?" I w a i t i e d . Then I remembered. "Over." a %&u-*^d - His voice came through the- maze of switches, beeps, and voices. "I'm ok." It was Brian! He was a l i v e ! At t h i s moment, I knew that he was a l i v e and I was t a l k i n g to him! I-oouldn't undorotand what ho s a i d , His voice garbled ^ t h i r t e e n thousand m i l e s. wares uP nuisy a i r , but i t was unmistakeably Brian. I could feol m;rmother beside m-e-and I-turned. " I t ' s Brirairr" "Did you hear m e ? . . . .R and R?" He was s t i l l t a l k i n g. "R-and-R?-Wha4^-s_J±La.t?JL~ lie ^-had-not-said-Lover-.-l-I-"had net said 'nvoT. i-£• l o b l liib igpifcyt tti-^es*L*-4»ar-^ou»-0*aa»i " "Meet m e . . . . " the voice was l o s t in s t a t i c , " . . . . s e v e n days." "We've g o t t a stop now. We're t y i n g up some important channels,' the radio operator broke i n . "Anything eiee you want to say?" "Oh, I love you, Brian!" My head was spinning. Why had he called? He wasn't wounded, thank God. He was t a l k i n g again. "What? 1 can't hear you. Over," I r e p l i e d. Again tfrg-c'rackle. "1 c a n ' I IIUAJS1 you. Ove-r.'1 I u i i d . - The radio o p e r a t o r spoke. "He says he loves you!" "Oh." I flushed and laughed. "I love him too. Brian? Are you there?" The radio o p e r a t o r ' s voice was kind. "He's gone lady. Better §° back to bed and get some s l e e p ." |