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MRS. LYNN H. McCURDY
Pelham, New York
What can I say? The paper just came which confirmed the wire from home which we wouldn't believe.
This is our second anniversary, and it started out such a happy day, but there is no more joy left in it. I can hardly see to write you, and can't think of anything to say, but knowing your heart is just about dead within you, the least I can do is make an attempt.
Margaret wrote you last Spring what we think of Paully boy, and you know we all love him. I can't think of one boy in our crowd who is better liked by every one, and who has had the close friends whose hearts are just aching and longing to be able to do something to that German bunch of murderers.
Will you let me tell you something I saw about a week ago? It's not a pleasant story, but it has helped me a lot, and I'm hoping it will do the same for you. We sat at a table in a cafe next to one of the "Six Brown Brothers," who are famous saxophone players, and who played with Montgomery & Stone.
Well, this boy had been in service overseas for eighteen months; went over with the first 50,000, and was a sergeant-gunner. I never have seen anything half so horrible in my life as that boy's face and hands. He'd been gassed and caught in liquid fire, and his face and neck and head were one mass of deep scars, and even his eyes were drawn out of place. His hands were so warped and mutilated he could hardly handle a fork. As I looked at him I thought, "If I thought my little boy would live to have an affliction like that, I would easily kill him now." And so I think about our Paul. It's so much better to have a quick death than to go through life wishing God had been merciful and killed one outright.
I simply couldn't bear the thought of our sweet, good looking Paully having such a fate. Of course physical beauty amounts to nothing at all except as it is an index to the character which shines out from it, but Paul's good looks aren't only skin deep. There never was a sweeter, more lovable "goodee" big boy, and I only hope my little fellow will be as much of a man. After we come home I'll give him to you - to your heart, of course - and I hope you can help me bring him us as fine a chap as your two boy-men are.
We would give anything, honey, to be with you to give you such small comfort as we could, but I want you to know your other boy (big Lynn) is going to be more than ever one of your boys.
Just a world of love to you and Paul's father and the girls.
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