by Kenneth P. Firnstahl (Author)

My grandfather started writing poetry during the Second World War. A young navy corpsman, far from his small hometown in rural Minnesota, he composed love letters to a bride he had not yet met. He described a home on a creek that had yet to be built, full of children yet to be born. He wrote of a life filled with the promises of love and a family and peace. -Ken's Granddaughter Laura McCutcheon