That shy angle of his daughter’s head — where did they all learn it? And her soldier at tender attention, waiting for the beloved to slide out beneath the veil. Thomas knew what he’d find there — a mocking smile, valiant like that on the smooth face of the young sergeant drilled neatly through the first minute of battle. Women called it offering up a kiss. He watched the bridegroom swallow. For the first time Thomas felt like calling him Son.