Blue Star Banner

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Story of a man who delivers a Army telegraph to a family in rural coastal Ga.

Submitted: June 07, 2018

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June 26, 1944

He had done this 4 times before. He was using his mail truck to take a solitary letter, telegraph really, down the coast to the small town of Keller. There were still some rural areas of Georgia that didn’t have a telegraph office or any way to deliver. So the telegraphs would come into Savannah and usually the next mail truck going that way would take the telegraph to a few of the rural towns on the coast below. However, since the war began the urgency of getting the telegraph to the families had become priority instead of convenience.  It was true that in some areas they would mail the telegraph if it was too far to deliver. This was the south and we take these things seriously and to heart. When one in our area bleeds we all bleed, miles are nothing more than just dusty roads and it never matters how far you have to go, you just go.

As he drove he thought about what that telegraph was going to say and how he was going to be the one to deliver the bad news. He’d made this same trip to Keller 4 previous times and each time the telegraph began the same.  “The Secretary of War desires me to express his deepest regret that your son has been killed in action on…” there would be a date and sometimes a place. It would go on to say a letter would follow with more details.  Keller only had 5 young men to be drafted or volunteer; this would be the last time he delivered this kind of telegraph here.

As the truck ate up the dusty road and he began to get closer his stomach began to churn. He didn’t want to do this. He was about to break a Mama’s heart and devastate a family. But he had decided since he couldn’t join the war because he was too old; this would be his service to his country. Each person back home must do their part to support the boys over there. He would do his with his head held high and his heart breaking.

He got out of his truck, telegraph firmly in hand and looked up at the window to see the Blue Star banner, with one gold star and one white. He’d been here before.


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