My father Richard 'Dick' Ostlund, was a young soldier who served in the U.S. Army during World War II. He served almost the entire duration of the war overseas in Ireland, North Africa, and Italy. My father marched across countries, lived in foxholes, and braved through situations most of us can't imagine. These letters are his words and thoughts, written wherever and whenever he had a chance to do so. After the war, he came home, got married, and raised a family with six children. We lost my father to a drunk driver at the age of 46. My memories of my dad are few, but these letters tell a story of him that I never knew. My efforts with this project are to share them with those who knew him and those I wish had the chance to know him.
Jon Ostlund
