On Veterans Day, I always think of my beautiful, young, handsome Uncle Frank Ebner, whom I never met in person, yet I feel I know intimately. Why? Because I have nearly 300 letters written to and from him from January 1943 to the end of September 1945. Then the letters stopped coming home.
This Memorial Day, I'm remembering two relatives who each served in one of the 20th century's two world wars.
In honor of Veterans Day, I’m posting “Words, War, Worry,” an essay I wrote honoring our servicemen and women and the mothers who love them and fret over their safety.
The unprecedented rain, flooding, displaced families, and ensuing misery in Texas this past week takes me back to memories of my dad's stories and my good times in Texas. Dad was an engineer for the National Board of Fire Underwriters (NBFU). His job was to inspect cities to check on their preparedness for disasters.
Frank is losing weight. Who wouldn’t with the intense work-out the young cadets are put through? Stephen Ambrose, in his book about B-24 cadets, The Wild Blue, describes one such work-out, probably similar to what Frank experienced: “...push-ups, knee bends, exercises [...]