Letters from the A Young Man's Discovery by Hugh Aaron ISBN 1-882521-04-8, 712 pages SoftcoverList price $20.00 Comments From Readers: This book is a remarkable history of...a young man's journey
during WWII from a loving, sheltering home to the world of the
serviceman, first in the U.S. and then in the Southwest Pacific.
It's also a poignant, palpably real (partial) coming of age of a
uniquely sensitive, ever-curious, introspective human being...Now
then, if you lived through this period yourself, you'll thank the
author (just as I did) for capturing it so well. However, if you
missed out, you now have a second chance to experience -- really
experience -- what your father, or his father, lived through some
50 years ago, thanks to Hugh Aaron of a half century ago...and
now. This book is a commitment. It is an honest glimpse into the
past, and in that way it is a gift to all of us in the present. I gave [my husband] Letters from the Good War for
Christmas but have not found time to read it myself until a few
days ago. You've got me hooked. Your descriptions of the train
ride, the Hollywood sights, the people...all captivating. I've
gotten to the part where you are learning about communications in
your early days at Fischhafen. But what hit me most was that I am
so envious of your daughter having this wonderful record of her
father as a young man. I am sure I am not alone in wishing I had
even a fraction of this much insight into my dad. In the spirit of Paul Baumer, the young narrator in Remarque's
All Quiet on the Western Front, Hugh Aaron's letters,
written with incredible precision, provide a portrait of a
complex and amazing young man during a very complex and amazing
period of history. Most striking is his emotional outpouring
toward his mother and father. If his love for his family does not
show while he is away, his awareness of it certainly does, and
his ability to express it is what makes this an invaluable
collection.
From the Publisher: From the Author: Excerpts from two letters: Dear Mom: I hoped that this weekend would see the war end. It wasn't an altogether absurd possibility. Damn them to hell. Unfortunately the [Japanese] leaders, driven by a frantic and futile determination, are willing to let their own people be massacred and their cities laid waste. They are guided by a bent and twisted logic. To ignore our ultimatum means sheer disaster; yet they persist. Apparently they cling to a flimsy hope for negotiations. They remind me of the stubborn fellow, who in the throes of losing an argument, can't bring himself to back down. Or as with Germany, they need more proof of our might. Whatever their reason, their decision makes me angry, and, for the first time, I wish that none of them will be spared. I can't help believing that wars, like people, die when the forces of nature and chance are good and ready to let them die. 8/9/45 Dear Mom: Over the radio and from everyone's lips is excited talk of the new atomic bomb. Appalling and fantastic as it sounds, its grim and optimistic truth cause a sinking sensation within me. When man can cause such immense devastation with such a small mass in such a short time, surely anyone can realize with half a thought its significance for the future, the untold horrors of another war. More about the letters The letters herein, some one thousand of them, are a day to day account of what happened in the life of a young enlisted man serving in the Naval Construction Battalions - the Seabees. They take the reader from the first day of boot camp, to various training camps around the U.S., to the Southwest Pacific and back home. This collection reveals the spirit of the times and the American culture - quite different from today. One gains an intimate view of the writer's family, relatives and friends, and the families who invited him into their homes. The letters show the development of a philosophical view of the world, and a maturing. Together they are a character study of a young man coming of age, a life on hold until the war is over, contemplating a future that, with all it's options, tears at him. Each letter dwells on a new subject, propelling the reader to the next. Fifty years ago the writer's parents passed these letters on to friends and relatives, read them before gatherings, and urged that they be published. Today their wish is realized. |