I pull Dad's old letters from a tin and I feel his loneliness... experience his sadness .... and am proud of his dedication to the country in which he served as I read his words from years ago...
Jan. 18, 1946
Dear Mom & Dad,
"Just a few lines to let you know I am well..."
"I have been transferred again, this time on a ship..."
"Have you seen Jo lately?"
Jo = my mom....
July 15, 1948
"I got paid yesterday. Boy I sure did need it. I got forty four dollars....."
Tokyo: Sept. 30
Dear Mom and Dad,
"Just a few lines to let you know I am well and hope you all are the same.."
"How's the garden getting along this year?"
"I got a letter from Jo the other day...."
"Don't forget to send me some pictures..."
Monday, Aug. 13
"We sure have been having good news lately about the war. It looks to me like it's almost over..."
"I haven't gotten any mail from you in about a month. I guess I'll get it all at once..."
"I don't want to miss this chance to get home for Christmas..."
"Have you seen Jo lately? I wrote to her tonight. Tell her to answer and let me know if she gets it..."
"Well this makes almost 2 1/2 years I have been in the Navy. It don't seem that long.I a getting to like it better than I did before. I get to see a lot of places and things.."
|My dad's the one on the left. |
The uniform is why he is my Dad, at
least that's what my Mom told me. lol.
Love, Bob EM 3R
I don't really understand war. Some men don't like to talk about it once they return home. Some become alcoholics, drug addicts, and some are psychologically scarred for life.
My dad married my mom, then went on to have seven children. He worked as an electrician, and drank a lot. He was quiet, kind and generous. He died at age 53.
God bless those men who serve... who make our country a safer place to live.