Home From the WarCopyright © 1997 Property of Deborah K. Fletcher for Florence MacLennan Brown. All rights reserved.During the Second World War, my husband was building military installations in Alaska and in the Aleutian Islands. He was gone for over two years. One day, I received a telephone call from him. It was the first call in a very long time. We had been keeping in contact by mail, but mail delivery was very iffy, and he and I both would often go without any word for weeks at a time. He was coming home. He was flying military transport from Nome, Alaska to Montreal, Quebec; then civilian airline to New York City. My daughter always thought it odd that I didn't meet him at the airport. I figured that he had a key and would eventually get home. I went to bed that evening. He did get home, taking a milk train to our village, and then a taxicab to the house. Why lose sleep? I'd see him whenever he got there. Please View and Sign My Guestbook © 1998-2000 Debbie Fletcher, joiya@tcia.net
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