Once the Captain put the desperate pleas for naval cover fire from the ground troops out over the ship's loud speakers. Her sons waited while the plea worked its way around the world to the White House. Finally the order to fire worked its way back. Her younger son had already aimed the gun from atop the ship. In the turret below his older half brother shoved the round into the breach and covered his ears while the big gun sent its shell to the target.
Some prayers move by radio.
Finally, again, her men came home. Ms. Jenny did not always work in munition plants. In peacetime she sewed, making tents and costumes. When demanded, her employers produced cheap, polyester Civil War uniforms for parties and pageants. Mrs. Jenny made them just like Clown costumes and everything else.