Back when I was in high school my dad took me to Europe. One of the places we visited were the beaches of Normandy. You would think it would be somber..it was quiet, but it was beautiful. There was a guest book there where soldiers and visitors signed in and I took an address from the book of a guy that had been in WW2. I wrote him a letter when we got back and thanked him for his service and then promptly forgot about it. About 3 months later I got a note in the mail from his wife. He had gotten the letter and taken it into the local VA chapter and they read it. She said he cried because it was the first time someone had told him that. The story made his local paper and she sent me a clipping. I lost that letter and the clipping during a later Hurricane that destroyed our house but the memory is still there. Thanks dad, Keith A Furrow, for taking me on such a memorable trip.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Jun 2014 13:39:24 +0000
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