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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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