When we moved in our house in 1984, I found a bunch of war letters. One of them told about my father in law getting wounded by shrapnel from friendly fire. I kept that one, though I don't know where it is, may have given it to my mother-in-law??? And like an idiot, I could kick myself, I think I burnt the rest. Now I make scrapbooks, and I am so mad at myself for that. Wish I could go back, and know what I know now...