For the first time, I'm reading hundreds of letters that my father sent to my mother before, during, and after his tour in Vietnam. I don't know what they say and I don't know where this is going, so we'll be finding out at the same time. He passed away in 1992 when he was 44 years old, but they began when he was 19. She was 17…
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My sincere apologies, but there will be no letter today. I was ahead of the curve for a while but a perfect storm of school, family, and other various responsibilities pushed today’s off a bit.
Look for a new one on Friday.
