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Archive Preserves Veterans’ Writing and Art for All Time

In 1946, 97 VA hospitals throughout the nation were overwhelmed with the surge of more than 80,000 World War II veterans returning home in need of serious, longer term medical care. The same year, the forerunner of Veterans Voices Writing Project organized volunteer writing aides to go into the VA hospital wards to help soldiers, sailors and airmen put their stories, thoughts, and feelings on paper to help heal.

Veterans’ Voices magazine began collecting and publishing veterans’ extraordinary writing in 1952. More than 12,000 stories, poetry and veteran art expressions have been collected. Veterans’ writings and art are thought-provoking and poignant. Over the decades veterans share many of the same experiences and feelings regardless of the era of deployment.

In a major undertaking, Veterans’ Voices needs your help as we get started building an online archive of the best writing and art collected over 80 years. Your subscription to Veterans’ Voices magazine and your donations will sustain magazine publication and help build this archive to preserve veterans’ writing and art expression for the future.

And So Passed the Sixth Day

And so passed the sixth day of the week. Then came the Sabbath, Sunday, the day many look forward to a drive through the mountains in high-powered automobiles, a trip to the beach, a round of golf, or perhaps just a quiet day at home relaxing, enjoying a visit from the loved ones and those dear to them. My most cherished wish today is to know someone will come to see me.

There was a time in my life when I thought and even remarked that people, friends and enemies alike, were just a matter of fact. I took them for granted. “Do you want to see a picture of my sweetheart?” I would ask my friends. Then I’d show them a silver dollar or whip out a fifty-dollar bill and say there is the best friend I ever had, in fact my only friend.

That’s all very well and I have learned these material friends and sweethearts are not the real stuff after all. They come and go and are very fickle; they let you down when you most need them.

Today I re-read the two previous paragraphs and came to the conclusion the only important words in them are in the last sentence in the first paragraph: “to know someone will come to see me.”

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