Dates are always going off in my head. July 23, 1944 is one of those ‘days of infamy’ in my mind. So this year as usual dates of the letters come to mind when the dates circle round.

Today Monday, 17, 2023 is on a Monday like it was in 1944 when Grandpa penciled two letters today 79 years ago. One was for his Folks, and of course, My Dearest Betty. Now which one he wrote first I don’t know. However, his writing is different in the two letters. He was transferred from England to France literally, so his letters were a shorter V-Mail page.
The handwriting to his parents looks more lined and cleaner. The one to his girl looks more hap-hazard like he was in more of a hurry. Of course, they could have been written at different times during the day or over the course of a couple of days. He just wrote a letter two days earlier so I don’t know that he would ever have taken that long to write a letter.
Coming to the realization today that each day this week actually corresponds with that year it happened in 1944 was nearly… breathtaking.
Still… my thoughts like to play with the wonder of the what-ifs. What if something had been just a tiny bit different what would that have done to my dad and his sisters? Would I even be here?
Grandpa was on the verge of a harrowing life-experience. How did this change him to be the man I knew him to be later in life? So many questions to throw around and play conjecture with yet God did allow him to go through this experience and here I am now the woman I am now because in part of his experiences.
Now I feel a duty to remember his service time and to record and share this information. I know it wasn’t easy for him to talk about this time with his family especially with 5 daughters and one son, but I really wish we could have gotten him to open up more. It’s our Veterans that can show us what true Freedom is and our lawful immigrants coming from Communist Countries. They know what Freedom isn’t…
I am incredibly grateful to have these letters that our family can use to see a glimpse of this man, a soldier during wartime.





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