She found the military camp, regiment, company; she found her son wounded, dying in a nearby hospital. After his death she begged:
“Mr. President, will you give me the next one of my boys?” Again she produced official papers.
“I have just lost a son... I have another,” I managed to say. As she stood beside my chair I wrote a release; as I wrote she placed her hand on my head and smoothed my hair with a mother’s touch.
When I gave her the document she ran sobbing, crying her thanks.
The White House
2/18/65
Again I admit that dreams have perplexed me. I also think them significant if we can interpret them properly.
Last week I had a dream that has haunted me ever since. After it occurred I opened the Bible. Strange as it may seem, it was at the 28th chapter of Genesis, which relates the wonderful dream of Jacob. I turned to other passages... I seemed to encounter a vision wherever I looked.
I should not have related the dream to Mary but the thing got possession of me, and, like Banquo’s ghost, it would not down.