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Separated by thousands of miles and the Second World War, author Harley Rustad‘s grandparents maintained a correspondence spanning hundreds of letters over four years. As he traveled through Europe and North Africa commanding a tank troop in the 11th Canadian Armoured Regiment, Harry Macdonald kept one of Jacquelyn Ruth Robinson’s letters — the one that kept him going, the one in which she said “yes.”
In that blue cardboard box, in the correspondence between a young man and a young woman who were separated by conflict, I found neither myth nor fable but honest words of both pain and love. Between 1941 and 1945, Harry and Jacquie sent hundreds of letters across the world to each other. They spoke of mundane details and of big plans for their future. He sent her more than 200 dispatches and replies, around one for every week he was away, containing tens of…
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