Chapter 33
The next morning, as John, Mary, and Aggie tried to quietly dress for Mass, Rosiegrumbled, “I guess attending a Catholic Mass won’t kill me.” All four soldiers left the hotel early. After the services, they stopped at a small mom and pop diner. The clanking of the tin bell above the door greeted them, as did a wiry-haired waitress. “Good morning, officers. You’re out bright and early. I bet you’re headed to Sheridan for discharge.” Her crisp, light-blue uniform belied the shabby exterior of the small diner.
“You get lots of soldiers in here before going up to the Fort?” Mary asked.
“Only those who find the café when they go to Mass first.” She brought mugs to the tables and poured hot, aromatic joe into their cups as they nodded their heads while she chatted. “Getting mighty
