In February 1942 my brother got a note that he has to go for medical exam to join the army. He was in the last year of school. He was leaving in about one week. I made him a small towel and stitched it with roses.
“Bring it
back" – I told him when he was leaving to the military centre.
“I
will" – he said.
And he
brought the towel back in 1946.
