Fifty years ago this week I received a letter from my fiancé with a very exciting question.
Two letters today! It was wonderful to hear from you.
I’m supposed to finish my Advanced Infantry Training here at Fort Ord at 1:00 p.m. on Friday, September 15. Judging by what’s happened in the past with the Army, it would be cutting it too close to schedule our wedding that weekend, so how about September 23rd? That would give us a week together before I have to report for my next assignment. What do you think of that date? Please let me know if you agree, so I can notify my family…
I really do love you, even though sometimes my actions may not prove it.
A few weeks earlier, Larry had written to suggest that we revive our plan for a September wedding, in spite of the instability of his position as an Army trainee in the Vietnam War era. We’d been engaged for nearly a year, but when he got drafted, our original plans had been temporarily derailed.
He had applied for Officers Candidate School, which would involve several more months of training. I was heading back to Oregon College of Education (now WOU) for my senior year. A wedding on September 23 would give us a few days to get reacquainted after six months apart, and a short week together as husband and wife before another separation.
Of course, I happily agreed to the September 23rd date! I had seven weeks to arrange our dream wedding and adjust my college plans. But again the Army intervened, and things didn’t go quite as we hoped.
Five Hundred Letters tells the full story of how God’s plan trumped the U.S. Army.
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