She doesn't want to go in. It feels wrong. She's his wife, but yet she feels like an intruder on his family's grief. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to come home. They were going to grow old together. They were going to have babies together.
She looks at him in his dress blues. He looks dead. That's something people refuse to say. Dead people look dead.
His mother is sobbing and his father is throwing her a nasty look. As if it's her fault he joined the Marines.
This is just a dream.
It has to be.
