July 16, 2026
Tag: ernie pyle
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My Dad and Ernie Pyle
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On the back of this picture are the words My Friend, Ernie Pyle. As the years go by, I have developed a keener interest in my father’s war. He left our home in Paterson in January 1942. I was nine, he was thirty-one. He wrote letters every day. Those fragile documents would arrive two or
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