the world war ii letters

Last summer, my little sister and a bunch of her friends were living in some old apartments above a downtown warehouse.

Side note: The apartments were so stinking awesome, and if the landlady wasn't off-her-rocker, I would probably be living there right now as well. As is conversely the case, the landlady is off-her-rocker, and neither my sister nor her friends are living there any longer.

I was hanging out with my sister one day - watching LOST or something - when our "little brother" Matt (I ought to write a blog about Matt sometime...fascinating guy, he is) came into her apartment with a bag full of old letters. World War II letters. From a soldier to his darling back home. Matt had found the letters in a downstairs storage area, and (well...a lot of you are writers; what would you do!) I immediately asked if I could borrow the letters.