Katha and I are fortunate to have had dad’s who served in WWII.
My dad, Albert Hughes, served in the Air Force…or as it was originally called, the Army Air Corps. He was a propeller man and helped keep our fighter pilots in the air over Europe.
Katha’s dad, John Doole, was the skipper of a mine sweeper in the Pacific arena. He had quite a responsibility in keeping the waters clear and safe for our war ships.
We recently started reading letters that Katha’s dad had written during the war to his parents back home in Austin, Texas. (Before he was married.)
It is interesting to read of his first-hand accounts of the war and his experiences in it. Stationed in San Francisco, he spent most of his time in the Pacific around Guam and smaller islands.
The pages of the letters have yellowed with age over time but the content is still fascinating and educational.
It’s sort of like reading the “letters” from my heavenly Father. He gives first-hand accounts of His ways and deeds…only these letters have eternal consequences.
One set of letters (John’s) I read out of curiosity. The other (God’s) I read out of necessity.
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