These days, we’re all getting a taste of what it means to wait for the world to return to some semblance of normal. Just as people did during the Second World War, we’re constantly scouring news outlets for the latest updates, worrying about friends and loved ones, and making plans for what we’ll do when it’s over.
Today, we explore the idea of waiting in the Creston Valley during World War II, the names of those who never returned, and the story of one family who waited five years for some kind of closure.