Perhaps the most rewarding part of this project has been hearing from people who have stumbled across my blog and shared a story. This is one of those examples.
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.
How much of the staggering change in the United States might he have seen if he'd survived World War II?
His brother Bob muses in the last letter about whether Babe could have come home after VE Day.
My Uncle Bob writes, wondering how many points Babe has and whether he has enough to be discharged from the service.