The cards were the closest thing to the wooden board that kept hope afloat. When you saw his correspondence, signed by your husband, you felt a great relief.

"Look, a letter from dad." You carried your baby, and you called your other two daughters. Two four- and two-year-old girls.

It was 1942. The war kept everyone in constant tension and despair. Your husband had been sent, which was not surprising given his position as lieutenant.

"My beloved wife..."