On my recent trip back home to Greenwich, Connecticut I was going through my files. Much to my delight this letter emerged among the papers.
The letter is dated February 2, 1944. Dad had not yet been deployed. He was in training, specifically in the use of what was a new technology in warfare: radar. (When my father was deployed in the South Pacific he ended up being retrained in the use of radio because none of the radar equipment he needed to perform his job was there.)
My father mentioned, "I am very sorry that I haven't written anyone but I just couldn't. Someday you all will understand." The Marines as I have been told were not allowed to keep journals or to write to their loved ones, lest the contents of their letters reveal intelligence to any enemy to happen upon them. Such was the case in wartime.
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