To most, this appears only to be a box of letters. To me, the 347,179 words written within each letter brought me to the one man I've always wanted to meet . . . my father.
After church on the Sunday following the revelation about the existence of the actual war letters, I ventured into the basement to find the box. I brought it upstairs, dusted it off, opened it, and caught my breath - but not because of the dust. There, lovingly preserved for over 70 years were hundreds of letters, in perfect condition. I had no idea. Of course my mother did say he wrote every day, but I thought it was an exaggeration. I was wrong.
~From An Unexpected Coddiwomple
