Today marks the 70th anniversary of V-E Day, the day my Uncle Babe missed by four days. He died on May 4, 1945, by drowning.
One of the few letters I have from Babe’s father. He references my mother doing the sort of charming antics you’d expect from a nearly 5-year-old girl. It seems they tried to keep her aware of her brother, who enlisted when she was three months shy of her third birthday.Read More
It’s one of those short letters that would be better if we knew more about what he was responding to.Read More