WW 2 soldier, Library of the University of Illinois
There has never been as many absent fathers as during WW 2. When your father came home, you were lucky, so not much is said about the children who did not see their dad for a long time. My father was a prisoner in Germany for over five years: he came home, he did not know me, and I certainly did not recognize in that very sick, very skinny and troubled man, the happy young guy on the photograph over the mantle.
We all made do, my mom, my dad and I: we were the lucky ones. But life was not what it should have been, and it is true for millions of us.