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Copy of letter
from Mrs. Eleanor Dumond to me
post marked on Oct.7,1966: From
Starlight, Pa.
Hi Steve,
Sorry I didn't get around to
writing you sooner but better late
than never.
Hope things are going O.K. with
you. In your last letter you said
you had been transferred to FSCC
center.(That was correct in Dong
Ha,RVN 1st.Mar. HQ's) Hope you
like it there and find time
passing quickly toward your
homecoming.
It is beginning to look like
fall. The woodlands are beautiful
with leaves in every color
imaginable. We have had
several hard frosts and the leaves
are beginning to fall. All in
allis is a very beautiful time of
the year. My boy Dennie would have
been 21 years
old the 14th. of October.I am
still numb over the fact thar he
is gone but life must go on in
spite of my grief and heartache.
I have a fire in the furnace
down cellar but for some reason or
other it doesn't want to burn. I
don't know rather it is poor coal
or the chimney needs to be
cleaned. Dad will have to get busy
and check before we get real cold
weather.
My daughter Darlene is 17
and is a Junior in Highschool.
She is staying with her sister and
brother-in-law at Mount
Vision,N.Y. and going to school up
there.
Dad and I are home alone. The
other 3 girls are married and away
from home. It will soon be
suppertime and dad will soon be
home once again. He is working at
a summer camp not far from here.
We are in the neck of the woods
where we have lot of
lakes and consequently, a lot of
summer camps mostly Jewish) have
been created.
Take care of yourself. Have
often wondered about the boys in
the 3rd.Marine Division: if they
were still in Viet N. or like
Dennie, would have gone home in
August.
I am sending you a poem I found
thought you might enjoy it.
Guess I will close and find
something for chubby's supper.
Until next time
Sincerely,
Mrs. Eleanor Dumond
Poem
"God Bless our men in Viet
Nam"
Its a long hard road from
Lexington
to the Jungles of Viet Nam;
From blood at dawn on the village
green
To death from a foe unseen.
Brave men of peace, far away at
war.
God bless you. and may you know
We think of you, and pray that you
Come back to those you love.
You count the days as you pay the
cost
Of freedom, all over again.
You labor and fight, and bleed
for us all.
God bless Our Men in Viet Nam!
Poem
provided by Steven and Joy
Samoheyl
Thank you for sharing.
Love you all,
Steve and Joy Samoheyl
Cell: 540-748-9100
stevesamohey1@yahoo.com
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