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 donated my husband’s old uniforms and accidentally found the young soldier who had once written to me from overseas. 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 …
The soldier I wrote to at sixteen vanished from my life. Decades later, I discovered he had never forgotten me. 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 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 …
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 …
“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 …
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 …
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 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 …
At 16, I wrote letters to a soldier named Eddie. His letters suddenly stopped in 1971. Fifty years later, I donated my husband’s uniforms—and the man who called my name made my heart stop. Read More