Corporal Jim Newman, home from the war, had dinner in bed. He had chicken & gravy, creamed potatoes, black-eyed peas, tomatoes, buttered biscuits and iced tea. He ate hungrily, flashing appreciative grins at his mother. Looking down at him, at the skinny outline of his body under the sheet, she thought: "The first meal I've cooked Jimmy in five years. Will it be his last supper?" But she smiled back.
Jim Newman had joined the army at 18, served two years at Fort Sill. Okla.; he went to Manila in 1940. Captured on Bataan, he had shrunk from 145 pounds to 92...
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