The rest of the story is that my father was in a three man machine gun nest, and he left the nest for whatever reason and came back and his two buddies were blown up!
This was the letter from the wife of a friend of my father’s that served with him and was killed in action. I posted it last year on his birthday in January. It’s a little tough to read, it’s in cursive and she wrote on the front and back of the pages.
Me too. Can’t believe that the new generation does not have the ability to do the same. It is such a pleasure to have a good pen and good paper with which to express one’s thoughts. It is really weird that people are no longer literate that way. I honestly cant understand why.
CL, I have a theory to consider. The new generation has not been taught to write (and therefore read) cursive, leaving them unable to access their personal histories (ancestral letters and journals) and civic documents (declarations, covenants and constitutions). An additional part of the engineered reality to force the next generation into another level of control is their math education. Younger cashiers at points of sale are terrified of counting coins/change when I pay cash. Of course they will gladly go to digital money/cards for everyone to avoid this embarrassment. They are not being taught how to make change nor write checks at school. Did the US Department of Education eliminate cursive and cash in their core content? Will the return of local control of schools correct this? Or is it too late?
Poor woman. She was a casualty too, but having to straighten up and put on a smile as she put it for the sake of her children made her a hero as well. Her longing and sense of loss and wondering what her husband was thinking and feeling in the end shore how there was more than one soul taken from the earth that day.
Your 1000% right CL. The sacrifice these soldiers gave throughout the world goes through generations in families. I regret that I had my father for 20 years and took it so for granted. Now 40 more years have gone by and I still think of all the unanswered questions I have. His sacrifice was my families sacrifice, I wish people would remember what happened.
Amazing Thomas, it is somewhat of a miracle we are both here. It’s amazing how precious and fragile life is.
The rest of the story is that my father was in a three man machine gun nest, and he left the nest for whatever reason and came back and his two buddies were blown up!
This was the letter from the wife of a friend of my father’s that served with him and was killed in action. I posted it last year on his birthday in January. It’s a little tough to read, it’s in cursive and she wrote on the front and back of the pages.
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It's a good letter. I still write in cursive.
Me too. Can’t believe that the new generation does not have the ability to do the same. It is such a pleasure to have a good pen and good paper with which to express one’s thoughts. It is really weird that people are no longer literate that way. I honestly cant understand why.
CL, I have a theory to consider. The new generation has not been taught to write (and therefore read) cursive, leaving them unable to access their personal histories (ancestral letters and journals) and civic documents (declarations, covenants and constitutions). An additional part of the engineered reality to force the next generation into another level of control is their math education. Younger cashiers at points of sale are terrified of counting coins/change when I pay cash. Of course they will gladly go to digital money/cards for everyone to avoid this embarrassment. They are not being taught how to make change nor write checks at school. Did the US Department of Education eliminate cursive and cash in their core content? Will the return of local control of schools correct this? Or is it too late?
Do they just print?
Poor woman. She was a casualty too, but having to straighten up and put on a smile as she put it for the sake of her children made her a hero as well. Her longing and sense of loss and wondering what her husband was thinking and feeling in the end shore how there was more than one soul taken from the earth that day.
Your 1000% right CL. The sacrifice these soldiers gave throughout the world goes through generations in families. I regret that I had my father for 20 years and took it so for granted. Now 40 more years have gone by and I still think of all the unanswered questions I have. His sacrifice was my families sacrifice, I wish people would remember what happened.