A stroll through some old documents that I've collected — and finally organized so I can find things easier — revealed some information I forgot I had.
How I complied with their requirements to make Babe's information part of the record.
Babe shipped some valuables home, according to this letter. And he mentions some people I never remember my mother mentioning. Now, unfortunately, there's nobody left to ask about them. Also, this is the first letter in quite awhile that doesn't mention being in the hospital. Was he finally out?
Babe was able to spin out a decent letter, in spite of suffering from the boredom of a long hospital stay after his injury. " There is a movie in the hospital which plays three times a week. The rest of my time is spent either thinking or reading at a ratio of three to one."
I was reminded about the picture my son took on Interstate 44 of the "Purple Heart Trail" signs in Missouri, now that we've gotten to Babe's letters in which he describes being wounded and subsequently receiving his Purple Heart. Putting together the pieces that I've gathered over the years continues to help explain more about how Babe met his end in May 1945.