Outgoing mail from Italy, France, and Germany to Brooklyn, New York was dependable. This article relies in large part upon those letters, which were carefully saved by my mother. Now 80 years after they were written, my wife, Ann taught herself to decipher my father's handwriting. Though the SIAM company relied upon a Smith Corona converting machine to decipher encoded messages, Ann had no such mechanical aid. Without her knack and perseverance, Abe's story would have certainly been forgotten.
Bob Nickels, W9RAN, provided important technical information, and context for this story.
Living with my parents for 18 years, as I grew up in suburban Detroit, it seemed like my mother did all the talking in the family. But reading these letters, I realize that when Abe had uninterrupted time and space to speak, he had his own stories to tell, as he did in these letters. And as you can read, he was pretty good at it. Therefore, it is my pleasure to present the second concluding portion of his story. I tip my hat to him, and as a civilian, and his son, I salute him for his dedication and commitment to our country and it's ideals.
S.