"We'll be gone sooner than you think, and before you know it, even the hard lines of our memory will begin to blur. Life happens, Hemingway, and that's how it goes. I hope that your mother wakes up again before I'm gone, though, because I've just remembered something that I'd meant to tell her some years ago, even before you were born," he stopped for a moment. "Which is to say that you should always say what you think and tell people how you feel before it's too late. How were we supposed to know that the factory would get hit?"
He was referencing how they'd ended up where they were, injured and with little hope of recovery.
Shifts had picked up once they'd converted dad's factory over to munitions production. The plant was running around the clock, and since rations tickets were never enough for the four of us - especially after they'd been hit with the second child taxation when Peyton came along - dad had started working longer hours.
Was it their anniversary? For some reason, mother had decided to meet him after one of his long days and accompany him on his commute home. The tram that they boarded was attacked in an airstrike on the factory by the skyships as it left the...