Childhood story of a resthome resident.

This summer, the one resthome resident who used to be in the window-washing business was talking about being a child back during World War II.

Back then, there were all of these signs up in the neighborhood windows saying something like "My son serves in the U.S. army," and some were one color and others were another, and then at one point his mother told him that the one color represented people who had died, and suddenly it hit him just how many people had died and he knew exactly where in his neighborhood all of the houses with dead sons were, and suddenly it all just hit him, and he just cried and cried and cried.