The Reason

Grief and compassion are on the minds of a married couple as they struggle to come to grips with the battlefield death of their only son. An answer comes in the form of an unexpected and unlikely visitor.

Tastefully written by DramaShare friend, Rusty Harding.

 Cast: 3

• Ray Gilmore, middle age, husband of Helen, father of Kenny who was killed in war
• Helen Gilmore, middle age, wife of Ray, mother of Kenny
• Tom Lewis, middle age, his son was in the war with Kenny, saved his son's life

Bible Reference:    John 15:13

Set:

• typical American living room with coffee table and couch, armchair

Lighting:        standard

Sound:     wireless mics if available

Song:  none

SFX:      

• doorbell

Costumes:

• Ray and Helen are well dressed (returning from funeral)
• Tom is dressed more casual

Props:

• folded American flag
• framed photograph on the table at centerstage

Special Instructions:

• Helen's part should be played with angst & anger -- loss of her son is devastating.  Visitor is nervous, uncertain, yet obviously grateful and overwhelmed.

 Time: 10

Sample of Script:

Ray and Helen enter, appearing distraught. Ray carries a folded American flag. Helen sits, struggling to keep composure.

Ray: I thought it went well, didn't you?

Helen does not reply. Ray moves to the table, sets the flag next to a framed photograph, and touches the picture lovingly.

Ray: The chaplain gave a good sermon. Very moving. I thought the Army colonel had some nice things to say as well. Kenny may receive the Medal of Honor. Imagine that.

Helen: Why?

Ray: What?

Helen: Why should I imagine our son receiving a medal? What good is a medal when you're dead?

Ray: Helen, he saved four lives.

Helen, angry: What for? Answer me that, Ray! Saving from what? We're losing that war! We're accomplishing absolutely nothing! Nothing's changed—they still hate us, they're still training terrorists! (sobs bitterly) Why did my son have to die when it means nothing?

Ray struggles for words, walks toward Helen.

SFX: (Doorbell rings.)

Ray moves toward offstage, opens the door. Tom enters.

Ray: Yes?

Tom: Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore?

Ray: We're the Gilmores, yes.

Tom: Mr. Gilmore, please forgive the intrusion. My name is Tom Lewis. I saw you at Private Gilmore's—that is, your son's—funeral. I wanted to speak to you then, but it didn't seem the right place. Would it be all right if I came in, sir?

Ray: This is really not a good time, Mr. Lewis.

Tom: Yes, sir, I understand, and I truly apologize. It’s just that, well, my son, Sgt. Paul Lewis, he was one of the soldiers your son saved in Afghanistan.

Ray glances at Helen.

Ray: Oh, well, yes, please. Please come in.

Tom steps inside, smiles politely at Helen.

Tom: Ma'am.

Ray: Did you know my son, Mr. Lewis?

Tom, sits down at Ray's motion: Thank you, sir. No, sir, I didn’t. I’m sorry.

Helen: You said Kenny saved your son’s life?

Tom: Yes, ma’am. Paul wanted to be here himself, but he’s still in Walter Reed. He was wounded in the attack. He’s going to be okay, though. (a beat) Thanks to your son.

Long, awkward pause. All smile nervously at each other, struggling for words.

Tom: Yeah, well, where to start? My son, Paul—he and I never really had the best relationship, you know? His mother and I split up when he was pretty young, and I was never exactly father of the year after that. I think we maybe saw each other a couple of times a year for a while, then we just sort of lost contact. His mom died in a car wreck not long after he joined the Army, so they called me when he got wounded. (choking up) When I saw him laying in that hospital bed, that was the first time I’d seen him in six years.

Helen: My apologies, Mr. Lewis, but how is this about Kenny?

Tom, recovers: Oh, yeah, I’m sorry. Got off track there for a minute. Paul, my son—he said that Private Gilmore—may I call him Kenny?—he said Kenny was sent up to his unit as a replacement the same day he was killed. Paul never really got to know him. He did say that Kenny was a good kid, a good soldier. Very polite, very polished. Said he followed orders without back talk, which Paul said is something of a rarity.

Helen, wistfully: That's Kenny. Always polite.

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