February 22, 1944

Tuesday

     "Well I guess to day is Washington's birthday. 
     I got two letters from Sweet and one from Mother.
     I saw, "The Bridge San Lain Rey," tonight with Jay.  No one liked it but me.  I just did something to me.  I'm so darned different sometimes.  I wonder.  Jay sure was different tonight.  His uncle getting killed seemed to wake him up.  We seem to think alike tonight.  We talked about the war and it's connection, if God will have it, we will be home again someday.  If not, I have no luck.  There are bound to be some lucky guys to get home again, and if I don't that will just make it possible for one of them. 
     I hope no one will ever read this.  I'm afraid they would not understand.  I sure do a lot of thinking.  God sure created a wonderful world and I am glad to have a chance to keep it that way.  I love you Sweet."

My father did not drink.  So many went out often and drank to deaden their fears.  My father seems to deal with the conflict that he has big dreams for his future, but he still wants to do his part for his country."

It sickens me that so many have chosen to use President's Day to protest and denounce our president.  Their actions seem to be very disrespectful of the very things my dad fought to preserve.    This denying that Donald Trump is not their president seems to disconnect from the big picture.  What do they think they will accomplish?  Would any of these people serve this country as my dad did? 

I have to be careful not to judge the protesters as they seem to blindly judge everyone else.  I do not agree with their present actions, but this disconnect from our present government does not totally define each individual.  Many of them care about the same things I do.  We just disagree on how to handle the outcome of this past election.