I Love You, Nancy
I Love You, Nancy Nancy, In my bunk at night, I lay, just counting the hours in a day. For soon it will be all over, then nothing but blue skies and green clover. All the long lonely nights of the past will end when we are together at last. I think of you and how your beautiful eyes shine when I look at you and lay it all on the line. My love is for only you, and it’s nice. I wouldn’t change that love for any price. Our love is so wonderful and fulfilling, and will always be, God willing. He has given us something that is beyond compare. He has given us something that only we...
Read MoreNew Landline Phone
What do I have on my mind? >Well, it could have something to do with wanting to absolutely walk outside and toss the new home landline phone handsets into the road then watch a car run over them. Oops! See, I do have the patience to watch them get shattered but not the patience to set them up. After all, I have been setting up the old landline phone for at least ten years. Why don’t they make these things like cellphones where you touch ’em to each other like they’re mating then all of the info transfers? Is there a problem with that technology? Surely some two-year-old out there...
Read MoreMayo Jar, Christmas & Moving
October of 1969, was passing by quickly for Frank and me in Okinawa. We had met lots of couples who lived around us in off-base housing and had become friends with an Okinawan family that lived across the street from our home. Sometimes while Frank was at work, I would see the Mamasan cleaning her home after her children and the Papasan had left for work. She would drag all of their furniture out into the yard, then sweep and washout the whole house. All of the mats that they slept on were shaken and then hung out on the fence to air. The Mamasan did not speak very much English, and all...
Read MoreOur Hearts Are Broken
After nearly two years of living together in Okinawa, late November 1970, Frank and I returned to Van Vleck, Texas. We tried not to think about the short time we had left together, but it was always in the back of our minds. In less than Forty-five days, Frank would fly back to Okinawa for two weeks then transfer to Vietnam. Before leaving Okinawa, Frank and I had sat down and made plans for what we wanted to do when we got home. We wanted to have a place of our own where we could spend time alone together before he left for Vietnam. It was also crucial for us to have memories of living in...
Read MorePlease, Please Mr. Postman
We were both writing to each other, but I was the only one receiving letters. Once receiving an address, I mailed a large stack of letters to Frank that had been waiting on my nightstand to be sent. It would take days for Frank to get them. Receiving letters from him while he poured out his love for me made my heart ache because I knew how depressed he was and that he had not gotten my letters of love to him. It is a strange feeling to know your letters would comfort the one person who owns your heart and soul, but you are not able to get them to him fast enough. I prayed that soon a...
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