As a young boy my heroes were from books. Fighting men like Captain Horatio Hornblower and Francis Marion “the Swamp Fox” fired my imagination. More than anything I wanted to be like them, strong, brave, and heroic. One day, while rummaging around my father’s closet I came upon a large box. Arranged within the box were 5 or 6 dusty, dirty cigar boxes. Inside the boxes were hundreds of old letters. They were numbered, in sequence and in the original envelopes. I opened the first letter and started to read. From that day on, my hero became not Horatio Hornblower or Francis Marion, but Pfc. William Wellington Taylor, Jr., my father. The letters were his letters home from World War II.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I have. — Greg Taylor
Dear Mudder and Dad 