"One
week of our time apart has already passed.
The longer that we are separated the more I think about you--and miss
you. At first I was so busy that
thoughts of you were crowded out of my mind by affairs of the moment. Now,
however, when in my bunk or alone all sorts of pleasant conversations and
activities together keep coming back. I
believe that August 23 will be among the happiest days of my life....
"At
times I get amused at the spectacle of grown men chasing around the Atlantic
for no particular reason. Their days are quite similar to days spent by small
boys with rafts on the river or sailboats on a lake -- only the equipment is larger
and more expensive. Yet they're all so
dead serious about it. Of course, preparedness for war is a grim business. But
if we should blunder into some senseless international conflict, I can't help
wondering if this destroyer won't be obsolete in the face of the atomic
bomb--the Bikini tests to the contrary."
--Letter
from my father, U.S.S. McCard, off Rhode Isand, to my mother, Estes Park,
Colo., Wednesday, July 30, 1947.
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