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They Called It the War Effort The author and the Texas State Historical Association gratefully acknowledge the generous support of the Nelda C. and H.J. Lutcher Stark Foundation of Orange, Texas, with regard to the publication of this book. [3.17.154.171] Project MUSE (2024-04-23 09:17 GMT) Oral Histories from WWII Orange, Texas By Louis Fairchild Afterword by Thomas L. Charlton Second Edition Texas State Historical Association Denton They Called It the War Effort Second Edition. Copyright © 2012 by Louis Fairchild First Edition. Copyright © 1993 by Louis Fairchild Published in the United States of America by Eakin Press An Imprint of Sunbelt Mediia, Inc. P. O. Drawer 90159, Austin, Texas 78709-0159 All Rights Reserved. No Part of this book my be reproduced in any form without witten permission from the publisher, escept for brief passages included in a review appearing in a newspaper or magazine. [3.17.154.171] Project MUSE (2024-04-23 09:17 GMT) In memory of Patricia J. Wilson Fairchild Time, what an empty vapor ’tis, And days how swift they [were]: and Those who did not return Everybody was busy with the war effort, they called it. . . . There wasn’t anything quite like the war. I don’t think there was anybody that was grown that lived through it [and] was not changed. I almost want to cry when I say that, ’cause there’s so much of memories— wonderful memories—and frightening. Anne Brandt Quigley Dear Connie and Ruth, Sunday afternoon about four o’clock as I went to the door and saw the telegraph boy I was fearful as always these days. I’m sure you are as crushed and heartbroken as me. Sometimes I’m just numb, with no feeling at all it seems . . . Pops was playing golf, and I was so afraid he might hear it at the club. . . . The news hadn’t gotten around so I had to tell him when he came home about six. . . . I went to Mass yesterday and this morning; it seemed that church was the one place I wanted to go for consolation. There is no use mentioning the terrible ache in our hearts; you know what it is. Your loving, Moms January 16 ’45 ...

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