I recently heard the story of an airman who was shot down over North Vietnam in the 1960s. For several years his family had no idea whether he was dead or alive. His captors eventually allowed him to write home but limited his message to less than 25 words.
Less then 25 words? Having not seen his family for over two years and not knowing if he would ever see them again, I’m sure this man agonised over what to write. Would they recognise his voice in the words written? Would he chose to comfort with words of love? Would he choose council instead?
He finally decided on the following -
‘These things are important: eternal marriage, mission, college. Press on, set goals, write history, take pictures twice a year.’
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