I see her passion to serve others. I see the flowing red curls of her hair embracing her beautiful face. How I love to look at her. Why waste time looking for something of so little consequence. And so, this perhaps is not a story at all with a beginning, middle, and end.
Nothing is certain in war.
Yet out of a love, a father writes to his toddler to reassure her, and lets her know that Daddy loves her and wants to be home. He left my mother and me for active duty when I was all of three weeks old, and we would not see him again until I was three. I would like to thank my father and all the many thousands of men and women who fought so valiantly to preserve the freedoms and privileges we have today. My mother and father shared forty-nine loving years together. I am sure that Dad treasures many memories, and I continue to treasure him.