I cried reading this post over at Sippican Cottage because it made me miss my grandfather who was a B-17 pilot in Europe during World War II. He was a horrible speller and frequently wrote to his wife, my grandmother, starting "My Darling Angle".
I've written about his saviors - The Flying Black Aces - but I was too young to fully appreciate him in life. The writer of "My Father Askes for Nothing" is very lucky.
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I had the same reaction;it's a lovely tribute. I have my dad's letters to his mom from WWII; he wrote about 3 a week. Probably the first thing I'd grab in a fire, besides my teenager and my dog.
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