Sunday, May 7, 1944
Nobody dared ask during the Sabbath but now everyone wants to know: where will my father be deployed? He finally sat us down and told us it won’t be the Pacific. That’s a relief! But it won’t be Europe either. It turns out the Veterans Administration is overwhelmed now with returning soldiers who need medical care. My father is likely to be posted right back where he started in the Midwest. He’s furious about this. He was sure his knowledge of western Europe and of languages – French, German, and Yiddish – was going to guarantee him an overseas posting. Grandma is relieved. So is my mother. But she also feels bad for him because she know how much he wanted to be on the front lines. So tomorrow we’ll drive back to Carlisle Barracks and pack up. Then we’ll hit the road for whatever hospital he gets sent to. Time to listen to his very favorite entertainer, Jack Benny.