Trumbull – Dear YOU: (2) – Christmas 1944 Never Arrived – May 20,1945

"Greatest Generation" Life Lessons

APG - Langeres, France - 1945

Lad in Langres, France, 1945

Page 2     5/20/45

L.S.M.F.T. we hear quite frequently over the radio these days. I asked Jean the other night what it meant and she told me “Lucky Strikes mean fine tobacco.” Of course I knew all the time what it really meant but how the broadcasting station got hold of it beats me. The real answer is “Lad sends mail frequently thesedays.” (An odd coincidence – Lad smoked Lucky Strikes for most of his life, until he quit when he was in his 60’s.)  And just to prove it, this week another arrived at my office. It was dated May 6th, and said: “Pop, old Boy – how are you honestly feeling? I’ve had a cold which I got sometime last week, but it is diminishing in severity each day and today I feel better than yesterday. In about a few days, (that’s pinning…

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Strange Dream

I was playing golf with Mildred Sargent. Mildred isa friend from my lawn bowling years in Dublin. Our golf match was going well and I was doing beautifully, nearing the end of a good round. Then, things suddenly started to fall apart. Everything went wrong. I was over the green, I whiffed, my club head was damaged, I putted short, I putted long – my score sky rocketed. Mildred meanwhile stayed steady and even pulled ahead sinking long putts from off the green. The players behind us played through as we fumbled around looking for my lost ball – after another errant shot. My mother was in the twosome playing through. I was pretty disappointed over the collapse of my good round. Further my two wood was damaged and when I took it to the pro shop no one paid any attention to me about repairing it.

Now all I can manage is knitting.