I hold you in my heart thinking of you and your loved ones who all went through hell so that we all may have peace and the freedom to enjoy a bit of heaven on earth. Thank you. Oh!...just a minute...Belinda's mom has just now knocked at my door...
Mrs. Beetle it seems, ran out of icing sugar. She needed 'just a cuppa' she said. This morning Belinda's mom planned on a special family breakfast. As usual, she'll serve her favorite chai tea~~nice and hot with warmed milk and a spoon of honey to sweeten it with. Last night during the small hours during a rain storm in the forest, she made a batch of sugar cookies. It was the most favorite thing that she could think of to do. Now, before her family arose, she needed to ice them. PINK!
When she was done, and before the family had risen, she went to the sewing box which amongst the thimbles (there were 3!), bobbins, thread, unknown measuring gadgets and all, were tucked well-worn, well-read letters. The sewing box had come into her life by a miracle she thought. But that is another story... She pulled one out and carefully laid it flat on the table so that she could read it. It began...
Camp Greenleaf Nov. 10 1918
Dear Tate, I was transferred to Evacuation Hospital 45 a short time ago and have received the complete overseas equipment but do not think we will see the other side although we stand an excellent chance for all the men in the company...
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