By Boyd D. Cathey
May 4, 2026
My father, Harry S. Cathey, was a World War II veteran. He left behind letters to my mother written from France and Germany in 1944 and 1945. Some of the words and designations are obviously in a code they had between them-he could not identify locations in the combat zone. What comes through above all are two things: his sense of duty to his country and his abiding love for my mother-no real complaints about his conditions, although he does express the wish that he could taste her cooking again and, of course, the hope to see her soon.