A Letter from Home

Dear Dad,

How are you? I hope you are safe. In school today, we talked again about the war and all that’s going on. It always makes me feel nervous and I start to sweat. Mrs. Peterson talked about Hitler again and the terrible things he is doing. I’m proud to know that my dad is helping to fight evil like that.

The last of vegetables are coming off of our victory garden. Squash is mostly what is left. We haven’t tasted butter in over three weeks. I miss it on my bread, but each time I get to missing it, I think about why we are not eating it. Mrs. Egen seems to think this war could be wrapped up by the end of the year.

The other day, the newspaper had a story about the clothes from wounded soldiers billowing in the wind. I just ignore those types of stories.

I know you want to know about school. It’s going well. I’m getting all my homework done. Mom is doing well, too. She seems to be very strong, but sometimes I can hear her crying at night. Cindy is sick a lot, but I think she is just missing you.

Dad, I have just one question. How am I going to remember you? I look at your picture every day, but my memories from the past seem to be fading. I want to try and keep those memories alive. Any suggestions?

Your son,

Abe