Month: November 2018 | Page 2 | Nancy Lou Henderson

Man’s Love Not A Weakness

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in Letters After R&R | 6 comments

I did not receive a letter from Frank for four days and was really worried about him. In his last letter, Frank had told me that he would be requesting a sick call to see about getting something done for his severe hemorrhoids. He was not sure what could be done or when. All I could do was pray for him and wait to hear from him in a letter. Of course, Frank and I knew that he would not be a priority at the hospital in Phu Bai, Vietnam. Phu Bai had a hospital called the 85th Evacuation hospital but it was for soldiers wounded in the field, evacuated by helicopter, stabilized, and sent to...

My Poem to My Wife, Nancy

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in Letters After R&R | 6 comments

We had a little disappointment when Frank’s name was not on the list for an early drop, but we knew that each day that passed would still get us closer to being together again. Also, we knew that no matter how many days we had left of separation, nothing could change the deep love we had for each other. Frank had turned twenty-two years old and spent his birthday in a guard tower overlooking the A Shau Valley. The devastation of the valley that Frank saw looking down from that tower brought out deep thoughts about the Vietnam War and war in general, which he shared with me in a...

Guard Duty & Thoughts on War

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in Letters After R&R | 8 comments

Our letters were arriving from each other in the time frame that Frank and I had become accustomed to. Thank God, the Doctors had managed to get Frank back to being a healthy soldier and he had been on an R&R which game him time to heal and relax a little. Finally, we were coming to the end of September 1971. We were both doing the best we could to make the days go by faster and praying that Frank would get an early drop to be home for Christmas. The next letter I got from Frank caused me to worry. September 27, 1971 Dear Nancy, Hello, my Darling. How’s the most precious thing...

Frank Explains Love

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in Letters After R&R | 4 comments

The poem Frank had written for me made me cry as I read it over and over. I put the poem and his letter back into the envelope, I walked to the cedar chest at the end of our bed then placed the letter into a white box which was inside it. After shutting the lid on the cedar chest, I set propped up with some pillows on our bed then wrote him a letter. This white box inside the cedar chest which held all of the letters I had received from Frank while he was in Vietnam in 1971 would forty-seven years later be opened by me again only after it was revealed in a dream for me to look inside this...