LETTER FOR A SOLDIER RETURNING HOME

 

To Don..from Bill….

 

April 22, 1930 – February 24, 2017

Note: To be opened the last morning you are at sea on going home to the USA.

16 February 1953

Dear Don,

When I came overseas many moons ago, I was sent with a letter from my Mother.  In it she stated how on long voyages years ago, people were sent with ship messages. There was then an age of letter writing which seems to have passed, except for the ghosts that may rove the skeleton of some long lost ship.  There was then wind in the sails and the creak of the boards of the ship at night.  There could be heard the rustle of silk in women’s dresses.

Men and women were probably doing just as we do today if given the opportunity.  That is, jumping from bunk to bunk.

 Right now, right at this living moment, I am writing this on the usual, sunless, dull, German day in the office of the captain.

In time, all our importance melts away, and yet as a part of history we remain an important factor in time.  The way you live, the love you have for life, the love you have for others and the understanding of them, the love you have for a woman and your unborn children are of great importance.

Whether you are ever known as an individual, it is the way you are which makes the “To Be” of a better world.  Now you are nearing home to the land that I love so deeply.  I would want to clain that land in a deeper way than you can in your youth.

Someday you will know what I mean.  Someday you will know that the earth in a bog swamp when you are out duck hunting is the cleanest mud in the world.

 Don’t ever forget that part of your life which you spent in a foreign land.  There were circumstances you did not like. They have helped to keep that mud as clean as it is. Sometimes Don, I hope you are looking at that lost land where you like to lose yourself.

You’ll find the air just a bit sharp.  You will like the smell that time of year.

Whether it is summer, fall, winter or spring, just breathe deeper because you are alive.

 God is in Nature and you are close to it and to Him.  In college it would be called Pantheism. I’d rather call it the awareness of Don knowing Don.  You can call it whatever.  It doesn’t matter what you call it just so you remember that when it happens and it will.

 The sea where you read this is deep.  Your feet will soon touch shore. Right now you are pipeline and lost.

 

Soon the inevitable pattern will establish itself.  You will be a civilian with all the responsibilities of one.  To drive safely, to love right, to build a home, and to vote are small and important things.  To be aware when you’re on a hunting trip

that you are the greatest being God ever made is imprtant too.

That’s about all I have to say, Don.

 

This is my shipboard letter to you with the exception of one thing.

The more you grow the more you will become aware of this.

The older you grow the greater is your responsibility toward life, society, and the two people who created you, your Mother and Father.

Your friend….

Meade

 

 

April 22, 1930-February 24, 2017

* * *

My husband, Don, passed away in 2017.
In going through his special drawer for saving things important to him,
 I found this letter. 
I didn’t know his friend “Meade”.
 I don’t need to know.

Although we shared 62 years of marriage, 
I didn’t know Don as a soldier, when he was newly discharged from the service.
 He would have celebrated his 87th birthday in April of 2017.

 His great respect for God, family and nature never ceased.

I hope you enjoyed this special letter

from “Meade”….

copyright©2017

Photographs By Mary Anne Tuck

 

https://youtu.be/TO3wNNZE9tk

Willie’s rendition of this song spoke deeply to me at the loss of my husband. I hope you enjoy the beauty of the melody and words…

Shop Amazon – Most Wished For Items
Advertisements

One thought on “LETTER FOR A SOLDIER RETURNING HOME

  1. I enjoy all of your pictures ! Now I enjoyed the letter also. We need to get together and cover some of our past few years?

Leave a Reply

About maryannetuck

The future is right ahead of me. At the age of 83, all new projects are interesting and old memories and friends of the past are with me every day. I love to share my thoughts along with my comments of this day and these times. Photography is my hobby. The world view is everywhere I look in the north woods of Michigan. Let's get together for a visit!