,,Mother O Mine,
On this,
one of the greatest days of any year, and greater still this year, I can send
you no greater tribute than those contained in the little folder I
enclose. At first I had it in mind to
mark the copy in those places which most appealed to me, but it is so full of
my thots and the things I would say to you, I have given it up. I can only reiterate that whatever of good I
may bring to the world is due to Mother, Father, Sister and Brother. And again I will to try to make my life more
worthy of you all and the Love and Sacrifice by the Father and Brother of us
All. I have just heard a wonderful
address to “A Mother” in the Y.M.C.A. auditorium here, yet especially in the
last two years have I come to realize that no man can do that theme
Justice.
And again
it comes to me as the time draws near for us to return, that the hardest
battles of the war were not fought in the trenches, but rather by those who
loved us most, yet said, with a smile thru their tears, “God Bless you and Keep
you in the Performance of your Duty.”
Then through all the self denials of war and in spite of the fear in
their hearts, cheered us with frequent, sunny letters of the bright spots, with
never a shade of sorrow or cloud. Ah,
but we fooled you. While we dared not
think of it or tell you, some of us (I think most of us) felt and read between the
lines some of the battle, the fear, the heartache, the sacrifice you sought to
hide.
But soon we
will be home again.
The clouds
will roll away.
And with a
better, useful life
We’ll
strive the debt to pay.
From
your Loving Son
George
C. L. Thompson
Capt. 108th Engr
American E. F.
Capt. 108th Engr
American E. F.
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