tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618393660102651883.post1727674111092178234..comments2023-07-13T02:20:08.472-07:00Comments on . . svensto . .: more ennuisvenstohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06565466733067255410noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618393660102651883.post-69240083213205303272008-10-25T17:13:00.000-07:002008-10-25T17:13:00.000-07:00I love the wonderful suspense you've built into yo...I love the wonderful suspense you've built into your tales of World War II days. I had a couple of good friends, who recently passed away, who were in Europe helping after the war. The wife ended up with some very beautiful jewelry that was traded for exactly that - cigarettes. You would never guess it unless you heard a story like hers or yours. They travelled the world after he retired from US government service and had friends that they visited all over Europe. Those people visited them in the US too. I think I first learned about cultured people by meeting them when I was in college. Their niece was my classmate. Once again thanks for sharing. My father and all his brothers served in the military, most in WWII. Dad was in the Pacific on a ship but never told any stories... I guess it was too awful to repeat.Jodiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07893113808078485167noreply@blogger.com