UNCLE LENNY
My mother nearly collapsed
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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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