UNCLE LENNY
My mother nearly collapsed

when she heard that
her brother had been
shot down over Germany.
We knew nothing for
weeks, until one day,
the Red Cross notified us
that he was in a POW camp.
And then we got a letter.
Uncle Lenny is okay.
He is with other Americans.
He has only one request:
Send socks.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Photo courtesy Library of Congress.
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