"This is my 16th day in France. We were part of the first wave to hit the beach. Our job was to blow a hole in the sea wall so that our tanks could get through. Things were really tough for us for awhile here, that morning of D-Day. Our job turned out OK though, and we received a citation for our work. That's all that I'll say about that for now. Someday when I come home, I'll tell you all about it."
I still have this letter. It's framed. Regarding the last sentence - he never really complied.
God Bless this brave soldier, wherever he is .....
Thank you. He made it home, but we lost him at age 68 to gastric cancer. He was a good man. He was a good provider. He was a good father.