Don't Leave PREVIEWGermany, 1941 When Norman walked into his apartment, he could smell an apple pie cooling on the dining room table. His wife scurried from the back room. "Sweetheart, you're home!" She wrapped her arms around his manly, robust figure. He rubbed her back with his hand then her pulled away, hung his up his coat, and ushered his wife towards the sofa. They say next to eachother, facing eachother. He put his hand on her forearm, "honey, I have some bad news, but I'm going to need you take handle it was well as possible. I'm not sure how to say this, but...they want me to go fight in the war again." Her eyes filled with tears before he could f