Friday, May 11, 1945
Here’s how we know it’s really over, says Daddy: 45,000 troops will return from Europe by the end of this month. Then they’ll be coming home at the rate of 10,000 a day. That’s 3,100,000 by the end of this year! Grandpa’s right, Daddy says. People are already behaving as if the war is over even if we’re still fighting in the Pacific. And since Daddy was already remanded back to the states from the Pacific because he had to have his gall bladder removed, he expects he’s due for demobilization soon. That means it’s time to end this daily account of my family’s war. In due time I will become a big sister and we will move back to Bridgeport, Connecticut. Daddy will buy us a house and get more medical training thanks to the GI bill. Americans will stand up to the Russians while helping rebuild a war-shattered world. And there will be peace, prosperity, civil rights at last for African-Americans, and more changes no one can anticipate.
What better day than the Sabbath to end a project begun on Sept. 11, 1942 – the day my parents got married. Light the Sabbath candles and be grateful for the men and women who gave up their lives so we could live ours in this wonderful free country.