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I have finally begun reading the correspondence between my dad, my mother and my paternal grandparents.

What was interesting was the two months before they were married, the letters back and forth almost exclusively about if/maybe/when dad could get a pass or furlough to marry mom in May 1943, AND getting accommodations on a train with all troop movements.  There were time table cutouts enclosed of Pennsylvania RR, with possible travel times with mom going from Pittsburgh PA to Champagne IL (Chanute Field) or dad traveling to Pgh.  Even considered going to Philadelphia to catch the NYC? trains.  They settled on a late May date, but the big unknown was that an arms forces could commandeer your train(s) for vital troop movements without warning, with absolutely no guarantee you could/would be re-scheduled (soldier or not).

But happy ending: dad got to Pittsburgh to marry mom, and I popped up early 1947 after dad was released late 1945 to the month and almost the day he was inducted!

There was so much more in these letters of "the good old WWII days", but of no RR consequence to this thread  Here's hoping moderators don't delete a RR related story

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YES I EMPHATICALLY AGREE, DONT DELETE THIS POST....it is a great time capsule of AMERICAS history!  Yup it is about your parents, yet there are many stories like this about Americas' GREATEST GENERATION!   FWIW...i have my uncles WW2 scrapbook...in are letters a friend of his (fellow B 17 mechanic) waxes longingly about getting leave to go back to Chicago, to woo my mom.

Turns out he was bypassed by a Manhattan Project scientist ( my dad).

I have a large print of the steam-era Hiawatha leaving Minneapolis' Milwaukee Road depot in a light snow with a Twin City Line streetcar visible on Washington Ave. that hangs in my front room. It used to be in the front room of the house I grew up in because my mom liked it. She said it reminded her of going down to the depot on the streetcar to pick up my dad.

He came back from fighting in Europe in August 1945 (if you see the old newsreels of the fireboats in New York harbor shooting water into the air by the Queen Mary on VJ Day - he was on the rear deck of the Queen) but then had to be stationed at Camp (now Fort) McCoy in Wisconsin until he had enough "points" to be discharged. So for about six months he'd take the train home Friday night and mom would take the street car to the depot to get him, and he'd go back to camp Sunday.

He finally got discharged and went back to his mail route in February 1946, and my sister was born almost exactly one year later.

Not sure if I’d call your Dads lucky because of the danger they faced in service, but their stories are great.

My Dad grew up with a heart issue and was rejected for active service during WW2. Undeterred, he went to work at the Raritan Arsenal in NJ, packing and loading ordinance for shipment to theaters of action. On both rail and ship.

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