*what follows is an excerpt from Charlie's old journal*
Names Charleston "Charlie" Fuller born June of 1938 down in gods own country South Carolina to my father who was a military and farm man and a mother who ran the whole house, I can't remember much about those times these days. I remember Pa going off to that second world war there and not being around for a long time, Ma was pretty sad abouts it but did a good job of raising me. I was an only child and had a big old farm to run around, feeding the pigs and the chickens chasing the sheep and what not. I remember barely any of my schooling and vague bits about my early high school but I remember her alright Miss Betty James, she was a girl in some of my classes and she was the prettiest thing I've ever seen I spent all summer working in the fields earnin enough money to buy me and old ford jus so i could take her out to the movies. We went on loads of dates to the drive-ins and restaurants things such as that. Shortly after high school about '58 if I recall, I decided to sign up and serve just like Pa had, after basic, I got shipped out to Vietnam as a recon unit, our job was to watch targets and monitor activity in certain areas but I can't disclose a lot of what we did but ... *what follows is eligible* ... that's when I took a bullet to the ribs and I lay there looking up at the night sky just thinkin of seeing Betty again, I knew she'd be waitin for me back home. *A picture with an arrow pointing to this part of the text is taped into the journal there also appears to be some missing text likely on a lost page as some seem to be missing*
I made it back home after some recovery time and that year I asked Betty to Marry me, the year was 1960 we got married that summer just after my birthday, I was the happiest man alive. I took up hunting and farming to make ends meet while Betty worked as a caregiver for the elderly, children and the less able, she was the kindest and most caring person I ever met. We kept trying for children of our own but god would not allow it. Betty took seriously Ill in '62 of a kind of cancer you don't get better from, at least not in those days. Started out in her womb and spread to other organs, she lasted right up until late '63...