Tuesday, December 07, 2010


I was wondering if and/or how any war affected your life?

It seems, if one can believe history, and I have no reason to doubt, that mankind and war are inseparable.

Too bad!

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Blogger beth said...

I remember standing by a chain link fence at an airport in Binghamton watching my father fly off to Vietnam. I felt the grief and tension in my mother and grandmother (my father's mother), but my mother kept her stress under wraps... she had me (age 4), my older sister and brother (5 and 6) and my little brother, not yet 2, to manage. We lived with grandma and grandpa for the year that Dad worked as a field surgeon, sending home reel-to-reel tapes and presents of silk pajamas and beautiful dolls. I remember the Christmas without him, lining up for a picture with my brothers and sister, dressed in our silk pajamas with the frog buttons. I wish I had those pajamas now...

And I remember when he came home. My favorite picture of my parents is one my uncle took when Mom met Dad at the airport in California, he's trim and crew-cut in his Army uniform, she's slender and brunette and smiling beautifully through her tears.

6:43 PM  
Blogger Churlita said...

My dad dropped out of school to fight in the Korean War, but they sent him off to Germany instead.

One of my teacher's husband was a POW In Vietnam and I remember him talking to our class and how much him recounting his ordeal affected me.

1:21 PM  
Blogger kathew said...

My life began because of Pearl Harbor. My father enlisted in the Navy after Dec 7th 1941 and I was born Oct 2,1942 a little over 9 months later. He ended up being stationed in New Guinea when I was about 18 months old and was gone for about 2 1/2 years.

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