1943 WWII Time
I go to neighborhood mail boxes and collect for two weeks.
People start asking around about missing mail.
In my secret hideout I have letters from sons in the War.
I tell them, "I think I found your letters".
It takes me 'til 1945 to say, "Sorry" to the soldier next door.
It takes me 'til 1945 to say, "Sorry" to the soldier next door.