I don’t know, Ben, but what you could live it different.
BEN
They laugh over there, and sing, and God knows when I was there they didn’t have much to sing about. I was at a rest camp, near Nancy, after I got wounded. I told you about the French lady with all those children that I got billeted with.
JANE
Yes.
BEN
They used to sing, right at the table, and laugh! God! It brought a lump into my throat mor’n once, lookin’ at them, and rememberin’ the Jordans!
I guess there wasn’t much laughing at your family table.
BEN