ThesFlishThngs
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Well, at least a man's WWII life. I've got a cigar box nestled in a shoe box, bought for a couple of dollars at a flea market. Inside are letters, birthday cards and Christmas cards, patches, pins, licenses, leave passes, service lighters, pens, pencils, photos, dog tags, an id bracelet, all for one Harry L. Mallory, a corporal then a staff sergeant (I think). There are letters from superiors commending Harry for his fine work at Pearl Harbor during the enemy attack, which seem to lead to his promotion. While this fascinates and intrigues me (along with letters from his brothers, and Betty, who I believe is a sister, though at first I thought maybe she was his sweetheart), it also makes me sad that all these years later there were no family or friends to cherish these items, and they ended up being sold to a random stranger. Makes me think of Tom Waits' song "Soldier's Things" (though Harry was a Marine).
Here's a small sample of his life:
Here's a small sample of his life: