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.
One of the very few letters I have from someone on this side of the Atlantic Ocean. A letter to Babe from his mother. It's very brief, as all V-mail letters are.
"I am back with my outfit now, so I will be able to send you the things I said I’d send. Naturally, I couldn’t send them from the hospital because I didn’t have them."
"I received a few letters from you all today, the first in a month. That isn't your fault, though. My mail has to be forwarded to me and that takes time."
Another short V-mail while still hospitalized for his combat wound. Apparently, someone spilled the beans about his wound in his former high school. And who is "the old boy"?