Husband Carl Jaggers and I were both retired, and I was writing a column for "The Atkins Chronicle" with a variety of content when Carl died in 1995; however, I soon found that I could not get my mind on anything but him and our 55 years of life together. I wrote of his illness and death then concentrated on my traveling with him from the east to the west coast with two stations in between after he joined the US Navy in 1944. When his ship sailed to the Pacific, I turned to his letters and quoted much from them. It filled ...
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Husband Carl Jaggers and I were both retired, and I was writing a column for "The Atkins Chronicle" with a variety of content when Carl died in 1995; however, I soon found that I could not get my mind on anything but him and our 55 years of life together. I wrote of his illness and death then concentrated on my traveling with him from the east to the west coast with two stations in between after he joined the US Navy in 1944. When his ship sailed to the Pacific, I turned to his letters and quoted much from them. It filled my columns the rest of the year. I was told that it would make a good book, that the letters could stand alone, but, as I told that person, being who and what I am, I couldn't keep myself out of it. No other WWII story that I know of includes the wife; however, I have done so and will certainly allow the reader to judge. I didn't take time to piece the columns together until the present time. It is a true story as nearly as one can tell the truth. It contains no grand heroics, but gives an account of one sailor and one wife during the war.
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