When I was sixteen, our English teacher gave us an assignment I’ll never forget. We were supposed to write letters to soldiers serving overseas. Most of my classmates treated it …
His letters ended without goodbye. Life moved on. But somewhere, Eddie had been keeping every letter I’d ever sent him. Read More When I was sixteen, our English teacher gave us an assignment I’ll never forget. We were supposed to write letters to soldiers serving overseas. Most of my classmates treated it …
I told him about my ordinary teenage life. He later told me those ordinary stories were what made him feel connected to home. Read More When I was sixteen, our English teacher gave us an assignment I’ll never forget. We were supposed to write letters to soldiers serving overseas. Most of my classmates treated it …
Two teenagers became pen pals during wartime. Neither knew their friendship would survive almost fifty years of silence. Read More When I was sixteen, our English teacher gave us an assignment I’ll never forget. We were supposed to write letters to soldiers serving overseas. Most of my classmates treated it …
I thought Eddie had disappeared forever. Then a VFW worker saw my maiden name and called, “Eddie… come out here.” Read More When I was sixteen, our English teacher gave us an assignment I’ll never forget. We were supposed to write letters to soldiers serving overseas. Most of my classmates treated it …
For two years, I wrote to a soldier I’d never met. Then his letters stopped. I never knew why—until nearly 50 years later. Read More When I was sixteen, our English teacher gave us an assignment I’ll never forget. We were supposed to write letters to soldiers serving overseas. Most of my classmates treated it …
I was sixteen when I became pen pals with a soldier in Kentucky. Last month, an old donation brought us face-to-face again. Read More When I was sixteen, our English teacher gave us an assignment I’ll never forget. We were supposed to write letters to soldiers serving overseas. Most of my classmates treated it …
“Briggs? From Sycamore Grade School?” The moment he said my maiden name, I knew something extraordinary was about to happen. Read More When I was sixteen, our English teacher gave us an assignment I’ll never forget. We were supposed to write letters to soldiers serving overseas. Most of my classmates treated it …
His letters stopped in 1971. I assumed I’d never know what happened to him. Then an elderly man walked through a VFW doorway and said my name. Read More When I was sixteen, our English teacher gave us an assignment I’ll never forget. We were supposed to write letters to soldiers serving overseas. Most of my classmates treated it …
I had forgotten the details of our letters—but Eddie had saved every single one for nearly fifty years. Read More When I was sixteen, our English teacher gave us an assignment I’ll never forget. We were supposed to write letters to soldiers serving overseas. Most of my classmates treated it …
I wrote to Eddie about homework, cafeteria food, and ordinary life. He later told me those ordinary letters kept him going. Read More