Frank Explains Love
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 MoreDearest Fancy
Frank was really worried about our future in his last letter. Even though he was getting upset and depressed, after a few days of thinking deeply, I knew Frank would come back with the strength that was in him, realize how much I loved him, how proud I was of him, and together as a team, we would work out the future. The next letter proves how resilient Frank was. October 17, 1971 Dear Nancy, Dearest Francy, huh? Well, I’m in a fancy mood tonight. Are you over the shock yet? Yep, old grouchy nasty me is in a fairly decent mood. No, I’m not feeling sorry for myself and...
Read MoreWife of a Shorty
Frank was coming home, not in eighty-three days, but in thirty-three. After receiving the letter telling me of Frank getting a drop of fifty days, I called everybody to tell them that he would be coming home soon. Excitement and happiness totally overwhelmed me. I received a letter from Frank the next day and he was so overwhelmed, happy, and excited too. October 26, 1971 Dearest Nancy, I love you! You had better get your stuff together woman. Big daddy will be there most rickety tick! That’s right. That letter you got yesterday was no lie. We have 32 days left in this _ _ _ _ _ _...
Read MoreLast Days Are Scary
Frank was experiencing lots of things in his final days in Vietnam. He was experiencing recurring dreams of us together again nearly every night. My every thought was about Frank. He was constantly on my mind and I could not wait to see him, hold him, and tell him how much I loved him. My dreams were all about him. Of course, the Army was wanting him to re-up, but they did not have a chance of talking him into re-enlisting because four years in the Army had been quite enough for Frank and me. We wanted no more separations from each other. Frank sent me brochures that were normally given...
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...
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