by rhedreen


This is an extraordinary document. No other adjective can describe it. Having just re-read it from end to end after a lapse of fourteen years since we all lived through the fragment of history which is recounted here, one can sense again the tension and urgency of those times, and the almost unbearable desire that we all shared, warriors and homebodies alike, to get the dirty business done with and return to normal living. In this respect we were, as a family, typical of Americans generally and, I suppose, typical of all nationalities involved in World War II.

We have copied this verbatim from the complete file of Bulletins which Ruth saved all during the period when it was being sent literally all over the world, from Italy to Burma and from Adak to Milne Bay. We have made no attempt to edit the manuscript except to correct some of the errors introduced by that old typewriter in the “office” which “never could spell”. In so doing we have introduced a few of our own, proving that even modern machines are not perfect. We hope that our readers will be tolerant and take the will for the deed.

Let us also give credit where credit is due, first to the Editor and her several willing assistants who were primarily responsible for this truly notable accomplishment, and second to Ruth Maddocks who undertook the monumental task of the transcription. The manuscript runs to about 270,000 words and thus this represents a great many woman-hours of unselfish labor.

So much for introduction. Now we will let The Bulletin speak for itself. We take you now to Meadowbrook Farm. It is Valentine’s Day, 1943. Last night there was snow but it cleared during the night….