This is a story about my Dad, Bruce Dodson. He never would talk much about his time during World War II. Now that he and my Mom have passed, and being their only child, I have had the opportunity to go through all of their mementos. In doing so, I discovered a pile of letters that Dad wrote to his sister during his time in the service. Those letters, coupled with a search of WWII history are the focus of this blog.
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Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Sorry I haven't written...
Post Marked November 7, 1943. Still out at the West Range, Dad say's in this post card. But heading back to Camp Haan on Saturday. They sleep where they can and it is just heavenly! LOL
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