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September 7, 1996. Dear Ms. Roberts, I had the privilege to attend last evening's performance of Letters From The Front. It is most difficult to put into words the emotions that touched me during the play. Art and Culture does not come often to the North Country, however I felt blessed to have been able to attend. The script was impacted by deep truths and touched me beyond words. Although I have never had a loved one in the Armed Forces, my anger with war goes back as far as I can remember. I was in college toward the end of the Vietnam War. I was angry at my government for sending the men of tomorrow to an incident that they would not even declare a war. I still mourn the death of JFK, not as a president but as a husband and father. The dedication these men and women feel that are in the military baffles me. Your play helps simple people like myself to see the hearts and feelings of these extraordinary men and women and some of the truth they so much believe in. Thank you for the knowledge you have brought to my life. Thank you for sharing the great talents of Bob Harter and Della Cole and the inspiration you gave to your husband to write such a masterpiece. I will remember you always. Respectfully, Penelope E. Zeitler, Alexander Bay, NY
14 July 1997 To The Brass & Stars, Hi, I wanted to send you a quick note, thanking you for an awesome play, Letters From the Front. I had the opportunity to attend at Ft. Gordon on 9 July 97. To be honest, I was pretty upset when I found out that my gym time would be spent watching some play. As usual, someone high above knew that your play was just the medicine I needed. Allow me to explain. The last few days have been way too much fun (we have a saying: the more pain you're experiencing, the more fun you're having). You know, you've read the letters; families far apart and life still happens. Anyway, I came into this Army to be an Airborne Ranger, so as you could imagine, crying isn't high on my list of cool things to do. But, between you and me, nothing purifies the soul like a good cry. The fact of the matter is that I've become so wound up in this macho, I'm-better-than-you, game it would take an act of God for me to break down and cry. Right or wrong, who knows. But during your play, when the letters were being read, I shed two tears; one in Act I and the second in Act II. I am hear to say that I am a new man! I can't even imagine how awesome it would be to just bawl for five minutes. Wow! That, of course, isn't going to happen. Your play was outstanding. I've already recommended it to family and friends. Shhhh! Only you and my wife know I cried. Sincerely, Two Tears and a Smile |
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