A wonderfully human piece of wartime correspondence, almost certainly sent by a serviceman eager to deliver the best possible message in the simplest way. Scrawled across the face in confident, celebratory lettering is a single word: “OBOY!” Underlined for emphasis, like he couldn’t quite contain himself. Below, Donald Duck is grinning and gesturing, holding a certificate boldly stamped “DISCHARGED.”
Postmarked May 3, 1945, this airmail envelope lands right at the emotional edge of the war’s end. Addressed to a Miss Ruth Hinrichsen in Wauwatosa, Wisconsin, you can imagine it being written quickly, maybe in a barracks or a temporary office, the sender already halfway home in his mind.
A wonderfully human piece of wartime correspondence, almost certainly sent by a serviceman eager to deliver the best possible message in the simplest way. Scrawled across the face in confident, celebratory lettering is a single word: “OBOY!” Underlined for emphasis, like he couldn’t quite contain himself. Below, Donald Duck is grinning and gesturing, holding a certificate boldly stamped “DISCHARGED.”
Postmarked May 3, 1945, this airmail envelope lands right at the emotional edge of the war’s end. Addressed to a Miss Ruth Hinrichsen in Wauwatosa, Wisconsin, you can imagine it being written quickly, maybe in a barracks or a temporary office, the sender already halfway home in his mind.
