A Labor of Love

In recent weeks I have been involved in a labor of love. I have a treasure trove of more than 400 letters written by my father to his mother during his service in World War II, and I have been transcribing them. This has been an experience like none other for me: reading them is like visiting a foreign country that looks strangely familiar at every turn. At this stage in my transcribing, dad and his peers are currently in training at Coleman Field in Coleman, TX, in 1943 to be U.S. Army Air Forces (USAAF) pilots.