During World War II, as letters arrived from my husband, a frontline combat medic in Italy with the Tenth Mountain Division, I was given assurance he was alive. I had to believe, though letters often arrived two months after they were written. That letter home was the only communication available in 1944 and 1945 from the Italian front, and all letters and cards were censored. Newspapers, radios, and newsreels at the movies told the world of the mountain peaks captured, rivers crossed, heroic details, lives lost. That letter home held our hearts together during the war. Letters were often written on the surface of his helmet, on a rock, or a board, and on any writing paper that was available. The letters home have been lovingly transcribed for easier reading because I wish to share them.
During World War II, as letters arrived from my husband, a frontline combat medic in Italy with the Tenth Mountain Division, I was given assurance he was alive. I had to believe, though letters often arrived two months after they were written. That letter home was the only communication available in 1944 and 1945 from the Italian front, and all letters and cards were censored. Newspapers, radios, and newsreels at the movies told the world of the mountain peaks captured, rivers crossed, heroic details, lives lost. That letter home held our hearts together during the war. Letters were often written on the surface of his helmet, on a rock, or a board, and on any writing paper that was available. The letters home have been lovingly transcribed for easier reading because I wish to share them.
My true story of a marriage that lasted seventy-three years and of our family during WWII, train travel to Texas, and the obstacles encountered while there. Abilene, near Camp Berkeley, became our home; and Austin, near Camp Swift, before our soldier left for war in Italy with the Tenth Mountain Division as a frontline combat medic. His Letters Home from Italy, family, love, and reverence gave us hope. War is a paradox of love and hate, birth and death, light and darkness--and in all things--prayer and the grace of God. War is hell--a human mistake! There may be something here a good learner would not want to miss: hope--hope for the human condition. "War does not determine who is right, only who is left." Bertrand Russell Audrey Syse Fahlberg
I was considering writing these memoirs for some time, wondering if anybody will be interested to spend time reading something produced by a nonprofessional writer. In the last twenty-six years of my activity, I was a full-time professor of pathology at the University of South Carolina, School of Medicine. In this capacity, I wrote scientific reports and reviews, lecture handouts, and protocols and a good number of grant proposals. None of those would qualify as literature, and they were not supposed to. This is not said to excuse my lack of professional experience, just to explain my hesitation in approaching this challenge. I should add that English is actually only my third language, Romanian being my native language, and French that of my maternal grandmother and the rest of my family in France.
When World War II ended, the GI Bill became available to veterans interested in university in order to further their careers. The University of Wisconsin needed housing for married students. Badger became available as war workers (of the closed munitions plant across Highway 12) left Badger for work elsewhere. The university took control of Badger, thirty-five miles from the Madison campus, and named the area Badger Village. Our family, one of the first to arrive, tells this story of the GI Bill at Badger Village University of Wisconsin.
My true story of a marriage that lasted seventy-three years and of our family during WWII, train travel to Texas, and the obstacles encountered while there. Abilene, near Camp Berkeley, became our home; and Austin, near Camp Swift, before our soldier left for war in Italy with the Tenth Mountain Division as a frontline combat medic. His Letters Home from Italy, family, love, and reverence gave us hope. War is a paradox of love and hate, birth and death, light and darkness--and in all things--prayer and the grace of God. War is hell--a human mistake! There may be something here a good learner would not want to miss: hope--hope for the human condition. "War does not determine who is right, only who is left." Bertrand Russell Audrey Syse Fahlberg
The ability to build a trusting relationship is essential when working with vulnerable children. Through the use of numerous engaging games and activities developed over 20 years of working with abused and neglected children, this book shows how these lines of communication can be opened up through effective engagement with the child's world.
When World War II ended, the GI Bill became available to veterans interested in university in order to further their careers. The University of Wisconsin needed housing for married students. Badger became available as war workers (of the closed munitions plant across Highway 12) left Badger for work elsewhere. The university took control of Badger, thirty-five miles from the Madison campus, and named the area Badger Village. Our family, one of the first to arrive, tells this story of the GI Bill at Badger Village University of Wisconsin.
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