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"I bet you think I have forgotten you... Well, I haven't."

Three brothers go off to World War II. The youngest goes to the South Pacific. The middle brother to North Africa, then Italy, then France. The oldest was posted stateside. The brothers write home-over six hundred letters. They write about basic training, their worries over car insurance, the trip overseas, the hard, endless work, their flower gardens, how much they miss their mother's fruitcake, and life in the Army. The brothers are concerned about the war, each other, and the family back home. One faces more than just the enemy. Their letters, which I found in a box in my grandmother's house, span most of the war, from March 1942 to October 1945. They showcase my grand uncles' down-to-earth humanity, as well as their heroic journeys-all in "just a few lines."