"This won't do," Mrs Hogan murmured to herself. "My son has been risking his life flying out over Germany for years, and this is all the recognition he gets now that he's cooped up in his prison camp? It's just not fair! I'll have to make sure that error gets rectified. And I know just how to go about that!"
She put on her coat, her hat, and her gloves, and marched out of the house towards the school around the corner. It was just around lunch time, and all the kids were happily running around on the playground.
"Hello, Mrs Hogan!" one of the girls greeted her. "Have your heard from Colonel Rob?"
Mrs Hogan shook her head. "You know how unreliable the mail service is in war zones. No. I'm here to see Mrs Simmons. Is she in today?"
"Yes, she is." The girl grimaced. "We had an English test from her this morning. I'm afraid I blew it big time..."
Involuntarily, Mrs Hogan smiled. "Well, better luck next time then. I'll go and find Mrs Simmons." And she continued on into the school building, and sought her way to the faculty room.
"Mrs Simmons!" she began as soon as she saw her seated at her desk, looking up from what looked like the English exams the girl outside had been talking about.
"Ah, Mrs Hogan. Any news from your son?"
"No, I'm afraid not. But I have a plan."
"A plan?"
"Yes." Mrs Hogan took off her hat and lowered herself in the nearest chair. "We organized this whole story writing thing so we could honour Rob's contribution to the war, right? At least that was part of the idea."
Mrs Simmons nodded.
"But how do you think he felt when he found out that he hadn't received a single nomination for himself? In an event that was first and foremost organized in honour of him! So I've come up with an idea. I don't want Rob to feel even the least bit slighted. So what if..." She bent forward and lowered her voice to a whisper.
And Mrs Simmons smiled. "It would be nice indeed. Getting the children to write something like that won't be a problem at all - they're mighty interested in Rob's life in the prison camp. But how do we go about getting those notes to Germany that quickly?"
Mrs Hogan stood. "Leave that to me. I am his mother after all. Who do you think he got his resourcefulness from?"
"His father?" Mrs Simmons thought cheekily. And they both laughed. "Okay, I'll leave that part of the operation to you. I'll have the children write their notes this afternoon, so if you come buy here at three o'clock, I'll have them ready for you. For you're right: Rob deserves some recognition - if not for what he's doing now, then for what he's being doing for the war these past years!"
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