Letters from Tinian 1945

This Is A Love Story That Began In The Shadow Of The Enola Gay In 1945 On Tinian Island In The Western Pacific During Wwii And Culminated In Jacksonville Fl Over 60 Years Later.. The Core Of The Manuscript Is The Actual Letters Written By A Nurse On That Island During The War And From Japan After The War. These Letters Were Stored In An Attic For Many Years And Almost Forgotten. The Rest Of The Story Is Part Truth And Part Fiction Of The Happenings That Surrounded The Production Of The Manuscriptseventeen Hundred Air Miles Southeast Of Japan Tinian Is One Of The Western Pacific Mariania Islands Taken From Japan. By The U. S. Marines In 1944.In July 1945 The Complement Of Five U. S. Army General Hospitals Was Shipped To Tinian To Work At Five Hospitals Being Built There On The South East Coast To Take Care Of The Casualties From The Scheduled November Invasion Of Japan. The Author Was A 24 Year Old Nurse With The 308Th General Hospital Arriving At That Time.On The West Side Of The Island Was West Field A B-29 Base Flying Nightly Bombing Missions To Japan.. On The Northern Tip Of The Island Was The 509Th Composite Group In A Carefully Guarded Compound Off Limits And Top Secret. They Were Busy But Not Flying Missions. The Enola Gay Was There. It Was The B-29 That Dropped The Bomb On Hiroshimathis Is Not A War Story. However The Author Was A Witness To History The Final Days Of World War Ii And The Events That Brought An End To The War.. Post Scripthere Are Two Last Minute Additions I Would Like Added Where Indicated If Possible.1. Poem By Goethe Place This After The 21 October 1945 Letter (Page 119) And Before Japan Page2. Letter From President Harry Truman. Place This Letter On A Page Following The Picture Of The Welcome Home Boat (Page 199) And Before Part Ii Pagethank You. Poemwhen The Bright Sunlight Simmers Across The Sea So Bluewhen The Clear Fountain In Themoonlight Glimmersi Think Of You.I Am With You Wherever You Areroamingand You Are Near1The Sun Goes Down And Soon Thestars Are Cominghow I Wish That You Were Really Here.Goethe