All my father ever wanted as a young man was to marry my mother and start a family — plans that were interrupted when he was drafted into the Army during the Korean conflict.
As he served in Texas, Germany and other parts of the world, there was only one affordable way to stay in contact: writing letters.
Every single day, seven days a week, my mother told me, he wrote a letter to her and she wrote one to him.
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