to fight. In other words he'll tickle 'em to death. . . ."
So the gay letters continued and Mary Graham and Scobee laughed many times over the simple humorous incidents which he related.
Mary finished reading the letters and her hands fell limply into her lap. "It doesn't seem as if he's dead, does it, Scobee?" she asked wistfully.
"I never think of Rad as dead," said he slowly. "I never think of anybody as being dead. Hung Long Tom says, 'Those we love, never die.' Ever since I can remember I have thougnt of my mother as still living. And in France I found her, even as all through my life I heard her singing softly to me in this house. My mother is still living. Her personality is still here. And so it is with Rad. In his letters and in memory, he still lives. I guess I see things the way Hung Long Tom has taught me. He says that in material things the world has advanced supremely but in things
spiritual we are just children. Joyce Kilmer
