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FIC: January 1917, Dear Father
January 1917
Dear Father,
Remy and I got sent to Africa and were sent on a mission to bring a load of weapons across the Congo. We were struck by Yellow Fever among other things and finally ended up at the most amazing place. It was a hospital in the jungle run by a man named Albert Schweitzer, a German doctor who ministers to the natives. I was feverish too by the time they found me and he saved my life.
But more than this, Father. I went with him down the river to operate on a tribal leader’s son and after that, we talked about his beliefs. He talked of something he called Reverence for Life. I was humbled by his belief. He said that every man has the will to live and that every man has the duty to have a reverence for life, even as he reveres his own life and he must not only believe this but he also must live it.
OH and he plays Bach. You should hear him. He plays on an old piano since he has no organ but still, I feel as if God himself would be caught up in the joy of Cantata 147 .
As we were sent back to our units, the French came to his hospital and sent Dr. Schweitzer away. I do hope he and his lovely wife are all right.
I grow tired of war and politics, Father. Very tired.
As always,
Your son Henry
I am not sure that my grandfather ever actually sent any of these letters to his father. They were estranged at that time since my great grandfather was so angry with my grandfather for running away as he did.
Dear Father,
Remy and I got sent to Africa and were sent on a mission to bring a load of weapons across the Congo. We were struck by Yellow Fever among other things and finally ended up at the most amazing place. It was a hospital in the jungle run by a man named Albert Schweitzer, a German doctor who ministers to the natives. I was feverish too by the time they found me and he saved my life.
But more than this, Father. I went with him down the river to operate on a tribal leader’s son and after that, we talked about his beliefs. He talked of something he called Reverence for Life. I was humbled by his belief. He said that every man has the will to live and that every man has the duty to have a reverence for life, even as he reveres his own life and he must not only believe this but he also must live it.
OH and he plays Bach. You should hear him. He plays on an old piano since he has no organ but still, I feel as if God himself would be caught up in the joy of Cantata 147 .
As we were sent back to our units, the French came to his hospital and sent Dr. Schweitzer away. I do hope he and his lovely wife are all right.
I grow tired of war and politics, Father. Very tired.
As always,
Your son Henry
I am not sure that my grandfather ever actually sent any of these letters to his father. They were estranged at that time since my great grandfather was so angry with my grandfather for running away as he did.