Bernice Moore 9/24/09
I am 76 years old. My story is in 1951. My husband was at Fort Bennie, MA. He was there a year before he sent for me to come. At the time I had two children. We caught the train going to the army camp. My husband was there for three years. They had those Black and White signs (to keep out black people.) The people were not too friendly. I made friends at the store and food places. The bus fare was 11 cents and 20 cents from the camp to the town. The weather was hot. Once I got lost. I ended up where I found a place with grass and snakes and other animals. It was not fun. Some places you could go in and some you could not.
At one time in the war years I was 10. We kids picked up tin cans. We needed tin to make airplanes. We had to collect cigarette paper and soda bottles too.
We were in two wars. Japan and Germany. I am so glad my brother came home safe. A lot of men and women were killed.
War is a bad thing.