Found scribbled on the back of a memo was this amusing little verse. An internet search turned up no other versions of it, so perhaps
Category: Dear Mom… Letters from WWII
Dear Mom… Grandaddy Bill Adjusts to Navy Life and Learns Why the South Fought the North
In a battered blue trunk with rusted hinges and broken locks lies the truest of treasures: hundreds of letters from Grandaddy Bill and his brother
“Mother-Glamour”
Clipped from some newspaper or magazine in July of 1943 and sent from the Navajo Ordnance Depot to his own mother, I could think of no
Dear Mom… How Granddaddy Bill got Convicted for Trout Poaching
In a battered blue trunk with rusted hinges and broken locks lies the truest of treasures: hundreds of letters from Granddaddy Bill and his brother
Dear Mom… How Grandaddy Bill bagged a Lieutenant and sundry other officers of the US Navy with a most diabolical trap.
In a battered blue trunk with rusted hinges and broken locks lies the truest of treasures: hundreds of letters from Grandaddy Bill and his brother
