I graduated from high school in 1942 and started to work. I paid to take a Rosie the Riveter course, and then I went out to Tinker — it wasn’t actually Tinker yet — to get a job, and they told me they had their own school. There were so many graduates they didn’t have room for them all. ...
I cleaned out tanks. We got inside them and buffed them and put in cement and put on patches. I worked for two years doing that.
I married a soldier. We got married, and he went overseas and was there for about 1½ years. ... He went to France and Germany. ... He stepped on a landmine, and it blew his right leg off.
A medic came out to help him, and he stepped on a landmine, too. My husband (Leonard Senn, now 86) had been told not to roll if he stepped on a landmine, and he didn’t, but the medic did. He rolled right onto another mine, and that did (it) for him. ...
He (my husband) did not let it be a handicap. He raised four children, and he went deer hunting.
Submitted by LaVera Senn, 85, of Chickasha
