After a brief break for the past month, I will again start posting in this blog (daily?). These are WWII letters from my father to his parents that I have in my possesion. (BTW, my father was affectionately called "Poops" by family and friends, thus the reason for name of this blog). I have hundreds of these letters from 1942 to 1945. I have not read them, but as I do, I post them in the blog. I’ve had fun doing this as a way to learn some history about WWII, to share them with family, and to remember my father who died many years ago.
Currently in the blog, Poops is in the Army, in Camp Young in the southwest deserts of California. Little does he know that had he stayed with this unit, he would have been sent off to desert warfare in Africa under the command of General Patton. However, he is awaiting a transfer to the Air Corps where he will eventually pilot B-17s in thirty bombing missions over various targets in Germany. These letters individually are less exciting than this summary of his WWII experiences, but feel free to follow along if you are interested.
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