Trembling and weak with emotion, Misses Smith hurried up to her husband. Her feet made no sound on the grass, but he turned suddenly to face her. For the rest of his life, he would never forgot her face at that moment. “Emma” he cried. The children stood back watching their mother kissing strange man. He saw them, and kneeling down he pulled from his pack three huge, red apples. In a moment , all three children were in their fathers arms. Together, the family entered the little unpainted farmhouse, later that evening, after supper, Smith and his wife went outside , the moon was bright , above the eastern hills. Sweet .peacefulstars filled the sky as the night birds sang softly, and tiny insects buzzed in the soft air. His farm needed work. His children needed clothing. He was no longer young and strong. but he began to plan for next year. With the same courage he had faced the war, private Smith faced his difficult future.