Wounds and Wildflowers

There’s a new post on Daughter on Duty.

I returned the telegram to its protective sleeve and wistfully closed the three-inch notebook, putting it in the bookcase with the other five notebooks of original letters.

‘Even though the days drag and seem awfully long, I’m actually on my way and it won’t be too long till I see you again. That’s the most wonderful feeling I could ever imagine – next to actually holding you in my arms and looking into your eyes.’ (April 7, 1945, the last letter.)

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