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. . . ."The story began with an inherited shoe box full of crumpled clippings, letters and documents that had not seen the light of day for forty-some years. One curious thing led to another. Time and events began to unravel in astounding order.
. . . .Could any of the men who served in the same locales with my father during those war years be found? Would anyone remember him? Did I truly want to know the terrible events of what had really happened to him, details that had
always been hushed? The search began. Somewhat slowly, somewhat with a painful reluctance.
. . . .I found during the search soldiers who remembered, who cared. Each of them, and there were so many, shared their experiences with me. Some
had been close friends of my father. What they have given me, the warmth and comfort of just knowing, may these pages repay in part."
——Betty Arden (Boellner) Jones
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