A real M*A*S*H unit
My father, who was drafted into World War II, also served in Europe, ending up as part of the CIC (Counter Intelligence Corps). My parents were both on the same ship crossing to Europe and my father was once a patient at a Parisian hospital where my mother had worked. Still, they did not meet each other until they were both back in New York when my father’s car broke down near my mother’s house in French Woods.
It has been an interesting jumble of history at our house what with photos from the ‘40s, TV from the ‘70s and conversation about the Cold War, and now, we have arrived at this moment in 2014. I wish you peace and prosperity in the coming year.