Brotherly love and devotion

Maybe you were busy at the beach or working the barbecue on Monday and didn't catch the Commentary page. Never fear: For your reading pleasure, we post the commentary by Bensalem resident Gordon Parker. His recollection of his brother, who died in the climactic days of World War II, is a bittersweet wonder. A taste:

I was about 5, and Bud was two years older.

We grew up in several different living arrangements. At first our mother placed us as boarders with family friends. This didn't last long; it ended over a difference of opinion on child-raising.

Foster care was next.

We ended up in a courtroom filled with crying children and screaming mothers. As they were taking us out to a bus that delivered children to different foster homes, our mother gave us a hug. Then she gave Bud another hug and told him, "Take care of your little brother." He wiped a tear and nodded, saying, "Yes."

Great stuff. Read it all here.