· A Postcard · As a child I played soldier. With friends in my neighborhood we had gun battles with toy guns. We repeatedly killed and died. I also bought toy soldiers and played with them. And when my father opened his war trunk—off limits to me—I listened. The war trunk held many of Dad’s memories from World War II when he served in the European Theater. He was an Army medic and supervisor of evacuation of combat casualties. I’m holding a German propaganda postcard that shows der Fuhrer … [Read more...] about The War Trunk
