Man’s Love Not A Weakness
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...
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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...
Read MoreGetting Closer to You
The final days apart were passing for Frank and me, but each day seemed to go too slowly. We were so ready and anxious to be together again then start our new adventure in life. Frank and I didn’t care what we had to do to survive our future, we just wanted to do it holding each other’s hand and looking into each other’s eyes. Frank had asked me not to write to him after November 17th because he would have already left Phu Bai for Da Nang and he would not receive letters from me. It was so hard to break the habit of writing to him every day, but it helped that I was still...
Read MoreLeaving the Army Behind Us
Frank processed out of Fort Lewis in Washington state then called me on the telephone. After we talked, he got on an airplane which flew him to Houston Intercontinental Airport. After talking with Frank then hanging up the telephone, I could not quit smiling. We were actually out of the Army. I was no longer a soldier’s wife and there would be no more war and separation. I was now Frank’s wife for the first time without the Army hovering over us. It is a strange feeling to go from the emotions of terrible fear and worry to those of excitement and happiness. I was so thankful...
Read MoreDeciding Our Future
Upon waking the next morning, I reached behind me for Frank, but he was not there. I felt a deep panic inside me as my eyes searched the room for Frank. Had this all been some dream, and he was not home yet? Jumping out of bed, I grabbed my robe and put it on, and then I could smell the aroma of bacon cooking. Frank was not only home but in our kitchen cooking bacon. I happy-danced down the hall to the kitchen, and when I entered the room, Frank said, “Good Morning, wife. How do you want your eggs?” With a smile as big as Texas on my face, I answered, “Over easy with lots...
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