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.
It's one of those short letters that would be better if we knew more about what he was responding to.
I thought it might be a nice time to step back and take a look at some of the people we've met in the course of telling Babe's story. Here's a link back to my early post introducing the characters in the beginning.
We are five paragraphs into this letter before Babe bothers to mention receiving his medal. First, food and a pen-and-pencil set were more pressing issues.