The letters stopped in 1971, and I thought my soldier pen pal was gone forever—until one chance meeting at the VFW proved that some friendships are simply waiting decades for the right moment to continue.
When I was fifteen years old, my English teacher handed each of us the name of a soldier serving overseas. “It doesn’t have to be long,” she said. “Just remind …
The letters stopped in 1971, and I thought my soldier pen pal was gone forever—until one chance meeting at the VFW proved that some friendships are simply waiting decades for the right moment to continue. Read More
