This is a true WW2 war story. My father, Thomas E. Andes, was a physician
who served in the Army Air Corps in North Africa in 1942-43. He ran a medical supply group and
provided medical care to various squadrons of fighter and bombers as the Army moved westward
across the "Maghreb" from Egypt to Tunesia. He didn't talk much about the war. But
he did talk about one incident
that happened on that trip, in the area of Benghazi, Lybia. It was a story of the death
of one soldier, a death that particularly disturbed him.
Long after the death of my father I made the acquaintance of Phyllis Noble, who
was the daughter of that man whose death was the center of the episode that my father still
talked about years later and the center of this story. The "book" that follows is a facsimile
of a small book, a replica of my fathers photo album and scrap book from that time, modifed
to tell the story of how Phyllis and I shared and merged our fathers' stories.
To "read" the story, go to the first page, below. You navigate the book as follows:
to page forward, click on the paper of the right hand page. To page, on the paper of the left
page. If there is an envelope pictured on a page, click on the envelope to see and read the
contents. If it is a letter of more than one page, click on the first page to see the second.
If it is a one page letter, or if you have read the second page, clicking on it will return
you to the page.
1943 is about that time and how Phyllis and I rediscovered
our shared history.