WWII Letters

34th Bomb Squadron, 17th Group Lt. WWII Letter

2011-02-14T06:04:00.000-08:00

This letter was written by a Lt. who was with the 34th Bomb Squadron, 17th Group. That is the same squadron and group that the famous James Doolittle was with. The letter was written on July 19, 1944. From the letter…..

My Dearest One,

   Nothing much new and also it is quite late so as usual a short shorty to say hello and to let you know how much I love you.
   At present I am listening to Bob Hope guess I forgot to tell you that we now have a radio. It is an Italian job, we bought it from Bohlan. He is going home so we took it off his hands. Spent a very busy day. Can’t remember doing a thing but I guess I did manage to stay on my feet.
   Say I believe that a tan is developing, not sure as yet but the red seems to be changing color. At present I am quite a two tone job, imagine I will remain that way too because I don’t dare chance getting my rear sunburned (spend too much time on that thing) Hope you don’t get frightened when you see this two toned job advancing toward you in your boudoirs. Certainly hope that time isn’t far off.
   Well sweetheart I must say goodnight for now and a million kisses. Write often sweet I love so much to get your letters and I haven’t had any for three days. I love you darling with all my heart, body and soul.

Always your husband,

Sadly this Army Airman never made it back home to his wife. He was killed in action, and was buried in an American Cemetery in Florence, Italy.

76th Hospital Train WWII Letter and Photos

2011-02-13T08:59:00.000-08:00

Written by 2nd Lt. 76th Hospital Train Unit, March 25, 1945. From the letter…..

Dearest,

   Although I shouldn’t call you dearest for I haven’t’ heard from you for two weeks. Even though you’re busy please take time out to write for unless we write we won’t know one another and I’m damn afraid of that. Dear I love you and want to come back to you, please always remember that.
   Haven’t yet seen one gal in all my travels who compares at all with you. Our chief nurse says that you’re one of the truly beautiful girls that she has seen in her life. I was very pleased and proud to hear this.
   Everybody knows about your mink coat and five new suits. Spend thrift that you are. But I can’t help but love you even tho I’d like to wring your neck.
   I visited Germany the other day. Also covered all of Luxembourg, all along the Moselle River. I saw evidence of the terrific struggle put up by the Wehrmach, German Army to you. The river bank was lined for miles with fox holes, zig zag trenches and gun emplacements. The debris of battle was all around. Went over one newly built bridge (built of nothing on nothing) and all the G.I.s came out to watch to see if we’d make it. Pillboxes dominated every hill top, barb wire was all around. The sky was full from horizon to horizon with planes. The German villages nestled down in the valley, long high buildings typical Rhine country architecture. Visited Trier, Germany the first hospital train to go there. The place was a wreck, a city larger than Worcester and hardly anyone home. Thousand of houses full of furniture and everything except what the people could carry with them.
   Found a roll of bills. Do you know how many marks I have? 1,000,000,000, one billion. But they’re no good. If they were I could buy out Henry Ford. We wanted some wine so we took 3 five gallon jugs and a hose and went over to the local pub, went down stairs and then through a hole in the wall just large enough to admit me. I dropped into a subterranean cellar. It was so damn dark and spooky in there that all I could think about was Dracula. Took our pick of the barrels and by applying suction, each one taking turns, to the hose, we drew out the wine. How I would have loved to have you there for the adventure of the thing. Everybody has on steel helmets and guns, the tanks are rumbling by, the town is in ruins and there we are down in the cellar siphoning wine. Also got three German belts with “Gott Mit Uns” on them, a beer stein, coffee grinder, copper antique lantern, German officer hats, and lots of other things. Saw 8,000 Germans just captured. All in one field. We were at the front! The anti aircraft guns were going off and the war was being fought. Have all kinds of souvenir bullets and the next time I go up, I’ll get Clif a Luger pistol. Had to be careful of mines and booby traps. What a thrill to be right in Germany right at the front.
   I’m sending home this box of souvenirs, hold a belt for me and anything you want to keep and give th rest to the kids. To show you the shortage of various things over here it seems whenever I smoke a cigar some Frenchman offers me a dollar for it. I feel like a millionaire smoking cigars that are worth a dollar even though I only pay 5 cents for them. There are very strict regulations over here to prevent one from selling such rationed goods and these regulations are very necessary for the soldiers would sell everything they got if they weren’t in affect. Inflation is a terrible thing and America should be glad that the O.P.A has done so much in curbing it. I’m enclosing some pictures from Life Magazine showing bridges and taxis. I’ve ridden in the taxis and seen the bridges. Please write more often. Wednesday I’ll be 32. I can’t believe it. I’d better get home and start that family and bank account in a hurry.

Love,

Some of the photos below show actual scenes mentioned in the letter above.

On the back of this photo he wrote, Trier Germany. These men only captured 2-3 hours ago, 8,000.

This sign warns of Mines and Booby Traps, "Watch your step, your first mistake will be your last"

This photo shows a trench zig zagging across a file next to a hedgerow, also mentioned in the letter above. On the back of the photo, it just says trench in Germany.

This photo show more trenches. On the back was written Moselles river defenses, Germany. An arrow on the photo points out a hole made by an artillery shell.

This photo shows the hospital train. On the back is written Texas Sgt.

WWII Letter Tokyo Harbor, USS Bristol Sep. 13th, 1945

2011-02-13T08:58:00.000-08:00

This letter was written September 13, 1945, from Tokyo Harbor, less than 2 weeks after the formal surrender of Japan, by a sailor who was serving aboard the USS Bristol DD-857. Some excerpts from the letter…………

Dearest Mother and Dad,

Here we are in the Japanese home waters. There are a million and one U.S. Navy fighting ships and fleet auxiliaries here: many battleships (BB’s), quite a few large carriers (CV’s), lots of cruisers (CA’s + CL’s), destroyers (DD’s) and patrol craft (PC’s), escort carriers (CVE’s), oilers (AO’s), cargo vessels (AK’s), transports (AP’s), LST’s, LCI’s,LSM’s, mine sweepers (YMS’s), and all kinds of other specialized ships. This is an immense harbor-Frisco is a pee-wee compared to this one………I can see many acres of burned and demolished buildings, factories, houses, pagodas, radio stations, and other structures along the Yokohama and Tokyo waterfronts. Mass destruction by the B-29’s and the American fleet…….The Iowa, Indiana, Alabama, Missouri, Wilkes-Barre, Essex, South Dakota, North Carolina, Hawkins, Higbee, and Bristol are all new ships. The Japs’ ships are at the bottom of the ocean: the greatest underseas fleet in the world! Ha, Ha!………..

Sailor Describes Sinking of USS Princeton 1944 WWII Letter

2011-02-13T08:55:00.000-08:00

This letter was written by a sailor who was on the USS Princeton when it was sunk. This letter was written by him while he was on shore. From the letter written on the anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1944.……..

   My Dearest Ruth,

   Well sugar, I arrived at last. At the present I am in a relocation camp (Elliott) which is near San Diego, it was one hell of a trip back. Those damned transports are awful. I expect to be leaving here within the next 3 or 4 days for home.
   Sweetheart I’ll never be able to find words to tell you how much I love you. You are all that I have to look forward to. I am hoping that you will spend your Christmas with me, but sweets I can’t ask you to leave your home unless you want to.
   I suppose you are wanting to know about the mighty P. Well honey, there are some mighty bloody thing that I won’t tell. She was hit with a 500 lb. armor piercing bomb which set it on fire. The fire set off 8 torpedoes which were in planes standing by to go after the Jap fleet. They did not see the Jap plane until he had dropped the bomb as he came out of the clouds directly overhead. I was sure that we were hit as soon as it exploded. The whole ship shook like a leaf. Our communications was knocked out so we couldn’t find out just what was happening. The only thing we could hear was the Public address system telling the engine rooms to leave them as they were full of smoke and the guys were suffocation. Eventually they did get word to us to go topside. It was hell as those damned fish kept exploding and rocking the ship. I left the ship by climbing down a chain that hung over the bow. The waves were awfully high but the current was swift and carried me away from the ship pretty fast she was sure a mess. Her whole topside was blowed all to hell and burning. I was in the water about 3 hours (10 AM to 1AM) I was picked up by the Destroyer USS Morrison . We went back then and fought the fire from the destroyer. As luck would have it we were not along side when the bomb magazine exploded or I wouldn’t be here today. That was the most awful thing I ever saw. It blew the ship half into. The cruiser Birmingham was along side. It was riddled from stem to stern with shrapnel. 300 of her crew was said to be killed. I hope to hell I never see anything like that again. The Destroyer took us to Vlithe ? In the Carolinas Islands. We were transferred to a transport and brought to Pearl Harbor. I am feeling good. I am still a little nervous but I think I’ll get over it in time to come. Only 98 enlisted men and 11 officers of the Princeton crew was killed which is pretty good.
   Well honey, I am hoping and praying that I will soon have you in my arms again.

All my love and kisses,

WWII Letter 919th Field Artillery Germany March 23, 1945

2011-02-13T08:02:00.001-08:00

This letter was written on March 23, 1945, by a soldier who was with the 919th Field Artillery Battalion. He was in Germany at the time he wrote the letter. Some excerpts from the letter……..

Dearest Darling,
Tonight I am of course in Germany, and in a town, and drinking Germany beer which isn’t bad at all. This is about all I can tell you……..Maybe if you listen to the radio or read the paper about the Third Army, you can find out more. At any rate honey, I am feeling fine, although a little scared once in a while, but I guess I will get use to it. Hundreds of others are plenty scared here too, even more than I. One thing I have seen not long ago, and it might sound like a lie or some crazy story, but it is true. I have seen Germans walking back to our lines and surrendering all by them selves. Sometimes five or six, sometimes one or two. They would walk along the road, with a white flag and head to the nearest town where we had plenty more as prisoners.

Mother looking for Son Missing in Action WWII Home Front Letter

2011-02-13T08:02:00.000-08:00

This letter was written by a mother who’s son was missing in action. She was writing to a soldier in Fort Sam Hospital, trying desperately to find out about her son. From the letter…..

Dear Sir:

   I will introduce myself. I am the mother of the Clifford ?, Aviation Ordnance man Third Class U.S. Naval Reserve who was reported missing in action on July 20, 1943 on a night mission on Vella Lavalli (Lavella) Islands. I read a piece in Marvin Star where you were wounded on July 25. I was wondering if by any chance you would know anything about him. His pilot Winn and radio man Reynolds are also missing. This is an awful worry on me. He was only 18 years when reported missing. He was a Naval Gunner. His commanding officer wrote me a nice letter he was well liked by all his buddies.
   I am sorry you are in the hospital but hope you a speedy recovery. I have another son a radio man in Army Core in California. He is 21. Your home is not far from us. My husband was Marshal her for nearly 8 years.
   If you know anything concerning my son. Would like to hear from you if you are able to write. Hope you will soon be able to be home again. God bless you and help you.

Bataan Death March 1942 Photos

2011-02-13T07:10:00.000-08:00

The Bataan Death March occurred in 1942, when the Japanese forced over 70,000 Filipino and American prisoners to march 60 miles from their point of capture to prison camps. During the march, they were subjected to inhumane treatment, which in many cases resulted in the death of the POW. The inhumane and torturous treatment included, but was not limited to, denial of food and water, stabbing, beating, shooting, being disemboweled, and throats cut, with some beheadings. Prisoners were routinely killed for not being able to walk, and they also faced the wrath of their captors for trying to help their fellow POWs. Many thousands of prisoners died before even reaching the prison camp, with many more dieing later.

National Museum of the US Air Force Photo (click on image for full size)

American POWs with their hands tied behind their backs. Obviously suffering from hunger.

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Filipino citizens forced to view murdered POWs.

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Filipino soldiers and police comprised over three-quarters of the Death Marchers. Here, a group of Filipinos carry fellow soldiers unable to walk.

This Photos shows Americans surrendering at Corregidor, Philippine Islands, 05-1942.

It is a National Archives Photo: Part of, Photographs of the Allies and Axis, compiled 1942 - 1945. NAIL Control Number: NWDNS-208-AA-80B-1
Select List Identifier: WWII #129

National Museum of the US Air Force Photo (click on image for full size)

A very large group of American POWs wait to begin the Bataan Death March.

Many of these men never reached the prison camp.

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A large group of American prisoners prior to the beginning of the Bataan death march.

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A long line of prisoners on the Bataan Death March.

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A wounded American soldier being marched during the Bataan Death March.

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Soldiers being searched by Japanese.

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U.S. Servicemen on the death march, carry dead buddies to be buried at Camp O’Donnell.

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This photo shows Japanese artillery firing on Bataan.

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Japanese soldiers celebrate after the fall of Bataan.

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This surrender leaflet was created by the Japanese, and was meant to encourage Americans to surrender. On the leaflet, it says that if they surrender they will be kindly treated, but after the Americans did surrender, some soldiers that had this leaflet in their possession, were executed for not surrendering sooner.

National Museum of the US Air Force Photo (click on image for full size)

Another surrender leaflet, encouraging Americans and Filipinos to surrender to the Japanese.

The photo shows the remains of one of the more than 100 American Prisoners of War captured at Bataan and Corregidor and burned alive by the Japanese at a Prisoner of War camp, Puerto Princesa, Palawan, Philippines. Medical personnel were attempting to identify them.

National Archive Photo: From, Signal Corps Photographs of American Military Activity, compiled 1754 - 1954. NAIL Control Number: NWDNS-111-SC-212111

This Library of Congress Photo shows Filpino injured in the fighting on Bataan, Jan. 28, 1942.

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This Library of Congress Photo Shows, General Douglas MacArthur, congratulating Captain Villamor of the Philippine Air Force. Captain Villamor performed heroic service in the Battle of Bataan.

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Major General Jonathan Wainwright (left) is shown with General Douglas MacArthur, in this Library of Congress Photo. Wainwright took over command when MacArthur was ordered to Australia.

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Lieutenant Mary Lohr, a Army nurse, of Greenburg, Pennsylvania (left), was awarded the Royal Blue Ribbon, for gallant service at Bataan. With her is Lieutenant Robert L. Laub of Richland, Missouri, who received the Navy Cross for extraordinary heroism as torpedo bomber pilot in the Battle of Midway. Library of Congress Photo. Photo Details

This Buy War Bonds Poster, says "Remember me? I was at Bataan"
It is at the National Archives, as part of the Series: World War II Posters, compiled 1942 - 1945
NAIL Control Number: NWDNS-44-PA-1626

Making good on his promise to return, General Douglas MacArthur wades ashore during initial landings at Leyte. National Archives Photo: Part of; Series: Signal Corps Photographs of American Military Activity, compiled 1754 - 1954. NAIL Control Number: NWDNS-111-SC-407101

This National Archives Photo shows Douglas MacArthur and Lieutenant General Jonathan Wainwright greeting each other August 31, 1945 in Japan. It was their first meeting since parting on Corregidor more that three years before.

In this photo, an Army Chaplain, who was taken prisoner at Bataan, in April, 1942, blesses the flag made from supply parachutes by Allied POWs, at Maibara Prisoner of War Camp, Japan. The photo was taken in 1945.

Photo: Australian War Memorial. details

See Battle of Leyte Photos, MacArthur Returns.....

For more detailed and extensive information on the Bataan Death March, readers may be interested in the following resources.
Some Survived: An Eyewitness Account of the Bataan Death March and the Men Who Lived Through It

Tears in the Darkness: The Story of the Bataan Death March and Its Aftermath

We Band of Angels: The Untold Story of American Nurses Trapped on Bataan by the Japanese

WWII Letter Morfolden Germany May 1945

2010-01-14T17:31:00.000-08:00

Written by a soldier who was in Morfolden ? Germany, during WW2, in May 1945. He was with the 33rd Armored Regiment, and was with the 3rd Spearhead Division. From the letter…….Honey are they saying anything in the states about the men from over here getting out or anything of that sort? I sure hope I don’t have to go to the Pacific. I would just as well stay over here instead of going over there. But I would love to go to the states. Well Dear there isn’t much I can say. I am not sure if we can write of some of the places we have been. We were able to visit Nordhausen when they found that camp. I know the people in the states know about it as you wrote and told me about it. That is where General Rose got killed at. Honey that is one place I never will forget. You can’t tell people about it as they wouldn’t believe it. I guess you have saw some of the pictures that they took didn’t you? Well nearly all camps over here just like that was the same. The was we treat the prisoners in the states is really too good. I wondered a lot of times since I have been over here if they leave them go around just like they did at Knox……...Well if Bob is in the 1st maybe sometime soon we may meet. Well they couldn’t shell around him any more than they did me. I know we had a plenty. I don’t know about the nervous wreck but if I have to go any where else I sure will be……. I got my first bath for almost 4 weeks……..Closing with all the love, kisses and hugs I can send to the best wife, girl friend and sweet heart I ever want to know........

919th Field Artillery WWII Letter From France Feb. 11, 1945

2009-10-25T08:41:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier in France, during WWII, February 11, 1945. He was serving with the 919th Field Artillery Battalion. From the letter…..

Sweetheart,

   Next Wednesday is the first day of Lent. Maybe this doesn’t’ mean much to you, in fact in the army it really doesn’t effect us. Wednesday is also Ash Wednesday, I am sure you have heard of that day. All this means that Eater will be here soon. Well enough for that talk, so now I will tell you what letters of yours I have received today.
   I received three letters dated as follows, Jan 20, 21, and 24th from you. Also received a letter from your Mother dated Jan 21st.
   I wish I could see a movie once in a while myself. I haven’t seen any in over a month. All it seems we do is work and sit in our room and write letters or play cards.
   I do however spend much time with the people in back, playing cards and trying to talk. When I say trying to talk, I mean because of our different languages it is difficult for us to try to speak and understand each other. Although I do fairly well.
   Last night I played cards again with the fellow, or I should say father of the two little children.
    And today believe it or not I had a real home cooked meal. Yes sir, a good meal. It consisted of sauerkraut, veal, fried potatoes, and the drink was not coffee, but cider. Yes, instead of eating dinner over at the Mess or our own kitchen I ate with these people. This was my second time that I was invited to eat with them.
   In your letter of Jan 21st you mentioned me learning you how to maybe cook dehydrated foods if possible. Well, Honey, don’t worry. I love you so much that I’m willing to teach you anything I know.
   I hope all your dreams come true, and if it is possible I will make them come true. I am sure we will be happy, and I know you will be the best wife any man could ask for, and I’ll try my best to be a good husband.
   We may have times, that will be tough and things wouldn’t be easy, but together we can’t fail in anything we do.
   And it will be a grand reunion, when my brother rand I get home again. I know that when my Mother and Dad, brother rand his wife, and you and I all meet it will be a day we all will never forget.
   Just keep praying for me, and I hope and am sure your prayers will be answered. And soon we will be untied together.

All my love,

British RAF WWII Letter From India 1944

2009-10-19T07:08:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a British Soldier, who was with the Royal Air Force, in India, August 16, 1944. From the letter…..

Dear Mum,
   Well here I am again writing to you. I have already written one letter to you earlier this evening, but things seem a bit quite for the time being so I will try and fill this letter up with something of a sort. If the mosquitoes will give me a chance, they seem to be very busy tonight.
   Before starting this letter I have been reading the local rags. I have had four just recently. I’ve had them all for May now. They seem to be carrying on in the same old way. One thing about having them, is that I read much more of them than what I did at home. I always look forward to them so let them all come.
   I had an airgraph from Miss Harris yesterday telling me about the present she also mentioned about Bubbles being dead, I guess the nights are much more peaceful now. I’m sorry to hear that the has gone, he was reaching a ripe old age, about 125 or so if I remember right. Talking of dogs, How’s dinkie getting on these days? Still got her I suppose, and how’s the cat family still as many as ever? By the way does Freddie still keep his rabbit or is he too busy with parades etc: or maybe with Babs. Must be something in ti when he don’t go with his pals. Maybe he’s taking an interest in fishing?
   Glad to hear that Ag is getting on okay with her American Boy Friend and that you all like him, remember me to him when he next comes round.
   So the old boat is still going strong, oh boy am I looking forward to the snaps, I hope they turn out alright. Tell Bags she could have done no better for me than bringing her camera and taking the snaps. I am on the lookout for them already. As anything come of the other photo effort I told you about? If they haven’t come round about it yet and if they do, if ever, you might let them know my address at this place, as I only put RAF India, because I didn’t’ know where I might be, of course if they have already been round it doesn’t matter they w3ill reach me sometime.
   How did Ron get on his medical? I hope he passed okay, because I do know that he does want to join the RAF. If only for a good job in civil aviation after the war. If I had been okay for the last course I was on it would have been a good job for after the war. Since I’ve been back, I’ve heard that one of the lads passed the course okay and is now a Sgt. Nice work if you can get it.
   The camp cinema is still going strong. I’ve been going to most of the shows since I’ve been back. So far I haven’t’ seen any of the pictures before. I should have liked to have seen tonight's picture. “Seven days leave” have you seen it? Just think of it 2 years ago I was having seven days leave. I haven’t had any leave since I have been out here yet. The food on the camp has improved a lot whilst I was away, which is a good job after being where we could buy what we wanted. The weather here is very nice. It’s a bit warm during the day, but at night it gets quite cool, tonight I put on a jersey as it was cold sitting here writing. Today we had a few showers, the monsoons are not over by any means yet. During the last fortnight in July it rained practically every day.
   If Stan is still on leave and you see him remember me to him. Tell him to get all the leave he can. It’s easier to get it at home than out here. One of the lads was inquiring about railway fare to go and meet his brother-in-law. It would cost him about 5 to get to the place he would be staying at. Well I guess I’ve just about filled the letter up, so Cheerio for now.

Lots of love,

Camp Blanding Florida WWII Letter, July 26, 1944

2009-10-12T12:23:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier at Camp Blanding Florida, July 26, 1944. At the time, he was with Company C, 214th Battalion. From the letter…..

Well how are you all getting along? I hope all right. I sure was glad to hear from you all. I am going to try to be a good soldier. I bet you are glad you are out of school. I know I was. I was sorry I could not come out and see you all when I was up there. I sure will be glad when I can get out of this camp for a day or two. I sure would like to see Mother and all the rest. It is hot down here, we have a big lake and we go in swimming every Sunday and it is a nice lake.
It will be 10 more long weeks before I will get a furlough then. I.V. is out in the west somewhere we have not heard from him since he left. He said he was going to9 fight the Japs somewhere. I told him I hope to meet him in Japan. The officers in our outfit think we might go to the West Coast. Well I will write Mother now.

Love,

P.S. Tell your mother I will write her later.

British Royal Air Force WWII Letter Mobile Operatons Filter Room 1945

2009-10-07T07:11:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a fellow in the R.A.F. (Royal Air Force). At the time he was with No. 1 Mobile Operations Filter Room, South East Asia Air Forces, June 20, 1945 (India). From the letter…..

Dearest Mother,
   It is with the greatest pleasure that I write this airmail hoping sincerely that it will find you in the very best of health. Many thanks for the two which you sent, one written on the 6th and one post March 9th. I was very sorry to hear about Agnes, I would rather you have told me before, I had an Idea something was wrong. I hope this letter will find her in much better hearth. Tell her not to worry about writing to me. Tell her to get herself well first. She seems to be having a rough time. I expect when Harry comes, that helps to cheer her up. Remember me to Harry when he comes up. I guess they don’t quite know they stand these days does he think he will be going home soon? So you said in your letter things may turn out for the best. Give Ag my love, and tell her to hurry up and get well again. By the way will you ask her what as happened to Yvonne, as I haven’t heard from her in a long time, maybe she as got another boy, maybe she can let me know how things stands, not that I’m worried about it.
   I’m writing this letter to you in the club which I mentioned in the other letter I wrote, it is the first time I’ve sat down to a table to write a letter. Nearly forgot how to do it, the radio is on, the programme at the moment is Forces Favorites, I’ve just finished a nice cup of holicks, everything in the garden is lovely, it has just finished raining. We have been getting a few showers the last two days.
    I had a gave of football today, first time I’ve played for along time. The side I was on managed to win one mil. It wasn’t a very good game as a lot of the chaps couldn’t play very well, but it was good fun while it lasted. Well the hill party I mentioned in the other letter, I don’t think we shall be going on it. It seems that other chaps are more entitled to it than me, so I have to wait my turn. That’s how it goes out here.
   Sorry to hear that some of your pen-friends haven’t been writing. I too haven’t heard from any of them, Good Pals.
   I was hoping to get some more money but it hasn’t come through yet. Still I can manage, as I have a bit saved up, and I think the other money will come through by the time I’ve spent my reserves, as there isn’t much to spend it on, at this place. But don’t worry about it I shall get by okay. I would rather you have the money than spend it out here.
   Have you received the parcel I sent yet? Bob’s mother received the only Bob sent at the beginning of the month, so you should have got your by now at least I hope you have. Well I’m again getting at the end of the letter, I hope that you are all keeping in the very best of health, as it leaves Bob and I the same. Bob send his love and best wishes to you all. Take care of yourself and keep smiling. Bob and I still keep smiling and cheerful under the trying conditions. Cheerio for now, lots of Love, and

Some Gave All, Letters Written by Members of the Military who Were Killed in Action During WWII

2009-10-05T05:56:00.000-07:00

"Some Gave All"

This group of letters were all written by members of the military who gave their life while serving their country. There is a famous quote, "All gave some; some gave all". The writers of the letters on this page "Gave all". I always feel a bit of reverence when handling letters written by those who served in WWII, but when I know the writer gave their life, reading them can be somewhat emotional. Then you start to wonder how their families dealt with their loss, and how many lives changed because of their deaths.

34th Bomb Squadron 17th Group KIA July 1, 1944
34th Bomb Squadron 17th Group KIA July 9, 1944
34th Bomb Squadron 17th Group KIA July 17, 1944
52nd Bomb Squadron, Killed in Training, April, 1943
British Sailor, HMS Dido Oct. 27, 1943
Marine Bomber KIA March 29, 1944

34th Bomb Squadron, 17th Group WWII Letter, Lt. Killed in Action 1944

2009-10-05T05:53:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a Lieutenant, who was with the 34th Bomb Squadron, 17th Group. He never came home. He is buried in an American Cemetery, in Italy. He is writing to his wife. From the letter…..

My Dearest One,

   Hope you haven’t given up hope of ever hearing from me. Today would have been six days without writing. I really couldn’t’ help it sweet. I was out with Hill trying to see a bit of the country over here (hitch hiking). Will tell you all about it tomorrow, really had quite a time but missed my ?? Very much.
   I will try to answer all of your questions. The first question you asked if I would be home by July, well I doubt that in fact I’m sure that I won’t because it is already July. Not even sure about September. (2) For the second or third time dear, not the fifth Army, I’m in the Air Force. (3) No I haven’t been in the invasion. (4) Yes we fly after 60 missions. (5) the 4th answers this one (6) H. (7) Yes darling I remember you and I mean really, just as though we had only been apart for a day or two, really sweet I can’t even forget you for a minute. (8) No sweet I haven’t changed even a little, the war couldn’t have much effect on me, at least I haven’t notice any difference. (9) Yes sweet, with all my heart I love you. (10) Do I? and I also might add that I am being very very true to you just as I told you I would be. (11) Yes sweet I do say my prayers every night, without fail.
   Had quite a batch of mail waiting for me today when I came back, 11 from you and five others. Not to bad for twelve days.
   Well sweet must close for now, will write often from now on, so don’t forget to love me.
   I love you sweet with all my heart and sold. Goodnight sweetheart and a million kisses.

Always your husband,

H.M.S. Valkyire Sailor's WWII Letter Royal Navy

2009-09-30T11:04:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a sailor in the British Royal Navy. When he wrote the letter, his return address was H.M.S. Valkyire. The letter is dated August 8, 1944. From the letter……

Dear Folks,
   You will have my other letter now and probably a wire which I intend to send off tonight. They explain each other except that at the moment there is over 3 hours delay on the telephone. I’ll try again towards the weekend.
   I hardly remember Aunt Ellen as I only saw her once after they went to Gateshead-- and I don’t suppose you saw here much more?
   I see Alan has gone over to chickens from rabbits and I must say he is wise- they are more profitable and more interesting I should say. He certainly does get things done. I hope he doesn’t get rid of the pup- I saw some Spiller’s biscuit’s the other day but the shop was closes. We get “shopping leave” for an hour or two afternoons next week or so. I’ll see about some Spratts. I’ve heard complaints about “no films” so I’m afraid a 620 is very doubtful.
   I had letters from Dora as well at Speckington, she’d addressed it to Yeovilton on 4/4/44 (April 4) and I received it on 4/8/44 (August 4)!! When they’d readdressed it at Chatham, they made an error and put down “HMS Yeovilton” so I don’t know where it had been! I’ll have to reply to them tonight.
   I’m duty watch tonight which merely means staying on board sitting here near an open window and watching the holiday makers stroll along the prom. I’ll be able to make up a bit of sleep, this 0530 business every morning is a bit tiring.
                                                 To be continued after supper.
   Supper was a bit of nondescript stewed meat and potatoes with a slice of bread and butter, so that didn’t take long. I’ve now adjourned to the Rec. Room which would surely be the dining room when this was a boarding house. It has a ice big bay window, a few tables and easy chairs and a wireless set.
   It rained this morning but got out beautifully again after dinner and now it is perfect holiday weather again. A strange thing about tea time was to see a huge stretch of thick fog maybe 200 feet in depth, roll right up to the island and completely obscured two of the headlands only a mile away, then it retreat4ed again and now looks more like a cloud on the horizon. I’m told its quite common and sometimes comes right over the island like a pea-souper! If I’d been here for a holiday I’d have been as brown as a berry now, but the sea is much too cold for a Mediterranean sailor! There was a nice indoor bath I’m told but of course it would be closed for a boiler-clean for a month!
   Lat night five of us walked along the prom. As far as we could and back again to a pub where we met three girls on holiday, from Lancashire of course. One of the girls and I went off to the Palais De Danse?? but we stayed so late I hadn’t time to see her home! That was midnight and I was up again at 5:30 this morning! Two of lads went to sleep in class this morning! But the schooled is a very decent chap and some mornings he daren’t sit down himself in case he goes to sleep. He told us that one day so many of his class went to sleep when he’d been talking for a while that he decided to change things round and make them read from his notes. He started off at the back of the class and after ten minutes passed the book on to the next chap. Then he went to sleep when the third chap took over and the poor fellow had to come and give him a shake when he got to the end of the book. As far as the course is concerned I think I shall probably be first in this part as well.
   And that is about all my crack just now--
   I’m duty on Saturday again but I don’t intend to stay on board if I can help it. On Friday night I look afte this Rec. Space for the Divisional Officer who is going sailing for four days, so I think he will probably give me a chit to go ashore on Saturday instead.
   On Thursday evening I am going up to meet Hemmings’ wife. He got married after he left “Dido” but of course I knew all about her before that. I told you he is an instructor here and she has been here for some months but he is afraid his Far Eastern draft is on the way and she’ll have to go home and start work again.
   We have to do a bit of rifle drill the next morning or two and the 20 of us in my class will be the Captain’s Guard at Sunday Divisions. I shall be all right there as I did a course in rifle drill at Portsmouth. The ship’s company (that is the regular sailors here, not the men on course) usually have the Guard but they are starting their leave this week and on Sunday one half will be going and the others coming back. The Command decided we “Rillicks” were the only people who ought to be able to take it on without much previous drill! Somebody’s bound to drop his rifle or something, but still we shall get away much earlier than the others and so have more time to either sleep, write letters or just get ready to go ashore. Crowds of people come along the Prom. To watch the Sunday morning turn out but I hope there aren’t any amateur photographers about.
   We had an issue of chocolate today but Bentley who got them put them in his room at ??? And somebody swiped the lot before we finished this afternoon. The Div. officer has given us permission to kill him first and report him afterwards, if we should happen to catch the culprit!! As if we wouldn’t anyway.
   The news has been pretty good for a few days now and I don’t think the Germans will last much longer, and the Yanks are doing well in a quiet sort of way as well, here’s hoping. And now to send doff that wire I hope you did keep some money in the house but if you didn’t we can go into that later.

Love to all,

British Sailor Royal Navy WWII Letter Air Station Yeovilton June 25, 1944

2009-09-24T06:12:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a sailor, in the British Royal Navy. At the time he wrote the letter, June 25, 1944, he was at Speckington Mess, R.N. Air Station, Yeovilton. His handwriting is a little hard to read, so if I have a doubt on a word, I will put a question mark. From the letter…..

Dear folks,
   You see I have made the change and it is certainly for the better! Four of us came together leaving Chatham in the morning, lunch in London, and arriving here just after tea. Transport met us at the station and brought us up here where Murphy met me at the gate so I was soon settled in. I’ve met Taylor too and one or two other semi-familiar faces.
   As you se we are attached to a Fleet Air Arm place but are a mile away from them in a few Nisson? Huts set in an orchard next door to a farm. Apple trees are all around usk, wild roses growing in the hedges, and all the country round about is soft farm land, whilst the villages are all quaint thatched roof places. But I suppose Dad will know the type. The nearest village is 2 miles and the next small market town 4 miles, so I hired? A bike this morning, 10/6 for a week and we had a run around within the 8 mile radius. This afternoon I slept comfortably in my bed, it is just like Steve’s billet at Purbright?.
   Tim has a date tonight so I’ve arranged to meet him at ?? later on where we can sample the local cider. Beer is pretty scarce I’m told.
   Tomorrow we start our course and for this purpose we go to a manor? a couple of fields away. It’s a nice non-service atmosphere and if the course goes as well as I expect, I’m sure I’m going to like it here.
‘   Please send me these as soon as you can, a writing pad, a face-cloth, one of my cigarette cases, my last diary and whilst I’m here you might send me a bit of pie or something now and again but not much at a time, about half what you sent last time. This is my last sheet of paper so cheerio for now.

Love,

H.M.S. Dido British Sailor's WWII Letter 1942

2009-09-17T04:38:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a British Sailor, who was serving aboard the H.M.S. (Her Majesties Ship) Dido, November 8, 1942. The letter has a censor’s stamp on it. From the letter….

Dear Folks,
   Only another three weeks now have we to put up with this wobbly writing. To go ashore in blues I have had an old jumper split up the seam inside the right sleeve so that I can get it on over the P. of P! So you can see apart from stopping my swimming it has had little effect on my normal activities.
   Since I wrote you last week we have returned to what I shall call our “July base” and have received mail among which I got Dad’s 3rd Sept. letter, Mum’s cards of 4/10 and 11/10 and Alan’s 11/10 card. Now and again I forget to acknowledge Stanley news but they arrive with every sea-mail. In one, I read this week I saw Bert Hook’s picture-I’m surprised he didn’t come to see me; I should’ve if I’d known which ship he was in.
   You have certainly appreciated my accounts of the tours better than I had expected, but my style must suffer greatly alongside the author you mention, although I know I could do much better if we could write whilst it is fresh in our minds giving place name, etc. There are on or two copies of the book you mention on board but I haven’t’ got round to reading it yet.
   The only thing being read and discussed on boards today is the latest invasion, that on the coast of North Africa- and the continued advance of the 8th Army in Egypt. We have already decided that the Navy will make a hash of the evacuation they will attempt- and from there some have worked out the end of Italy and the end of the war!! By the time this reaches you at any rate I hope you can be thinking as optimistically.
   It’s a coincidence you should mention not having any spice loaf this year, Alan, we each had a piece for tea today. It’s the first for months. Of course it’s sawdust compared to “home cake” but with a bit of butter on it is edible. I don’t know where I shall spend Xmas this year but we should have plenty even though it is not first class. I hope you manage to get just a bit more than you want! I’m very much afraid I shan’t be making it this time but we shall surely have a celebration some time in 1943.
   I knew by sight that fellow King you mention, Mother, but that was all. Of course if I’d met him here we should know each other!! I’m not sure but I think I once met him at Fareham
   I‘ve been ashore once this week. We had leave til 11:30 AM so I nearly went down to see Mitch but it would have been a case of hitch-hiking which meant a doubt about getting back in the morning, and as there had been a special notice about being adrift I didn‘t risk it. We stayed the night at a S.A. Hostel, a nice comfortable little bed with clean sheets yet the next morning I awoke at 6 o’clock as usual and couldn’t go to sleep again! A cup of tea in bed, a leisurely breakfast and a walk along the sea front before coming off mad it a very nice morning. I left some snaps ashore so next week I shall be sending you one of myself in hot-weather rig.
   It is hot still during the day, but in the evening it is cool enough to wear a white suit or blues. By the way I know now where flies go in the winter time, they are partly responsible for this bad writing!
   Not only is it poor but I start after supper to just make it by “pipe-down’! I have written one or tow letters besides these I send to you but very few and everybody else will have to wait for a right handed one now.

Good Night,
Love,

WWII Letters From Okinawa

2009-09-15T10:01:00.000-07:00

807th Engineer Aviation Battalion August 17, 1945
807th Aviation Engineer Okinawa August 24, 1945

WWII Letter from Okinawa August 1945 807th EAB

2009-09-15T09:52:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier who was in Okinawa, August 17, 1945. The letter is written on Red Cross letterhead. He was in the 807th Engineer Aviation Battalion. From the letter.....

Hi Honey,
   Just finished a letter to Mother and now can write to my sweetheart.
   I am kinds glad you didn’t get the treasurer job again this year that the reunion. You have enough work to do. Yes, I certainly would have enjoyed being there. Maybe nest year.
   Tell the little ones hello. Also the rest of our family. Of course my dear I wouldn’t care if you wrote with pencil. You could write with a hair pin like Blondie did but be sure if you do that you press hard. I’m glad everyone thought the letter was interesting. I will be able to tell you lots of interesting things sometime. When the wind is howling around the corner of the house and we are setting before our own fireplace. Gee won’t that be nice.
   Well Dear, have some work to do, so for this time. I love you and miss you terribly.

Love to all,

Photo of a Brewster XA-32 mock-up

2009-09-08T13:04:00.000-07:00

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This photo is of a Brewster XA-32 mock-up, taken May 9, 1942.

Photo of "Yankee Doodle", B-17

2009-09-08T13:03:00.000-07:00

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Photo of "Yankee Doodle", B-17

Photo of German BF 109E

2009-09-08T13:02:00.000-07:00

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This German BF 109E (designated AE 479 by the Royal Air Force) was the first enemy aircraft to arrive at Wright Field, Ohio. Note the British roundels on the lower wing.

Photo of Bell P-39s, in 1943 at Wideawake Field

2009-09-08T13:00:00.000-07:00

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Bell P-39s, in 1943 at Wideawake Field, Ascension Island, between Brazil and Africa.

Photo From B-29 Over Japan, November 1944

2009-09-08T12:21:00.000-07:00

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This photo, taken in November 24, 1944, shows a view of Mt. Fuji, Japan, through nose of a B-29. The main target was the Musashino aircraft plant.

Camp Maxey Texas November 11, 1944 WWII Letter

2009-09-07T06:27:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier in training at Camp Maxey, Texas, November 11, 1944. He was being trained in Anti Aircraft Artillery. In the letter was an Anti Aircraft shoulder patch, with AA on it. From the letter……

My Only Darling,
   Here he is again that old husband of yours and loving you as always darling.
   Lt. Martin has gone with the rest of the Lts. Perhaps good riddance, who knows. He gave me quite a loine before he went. Am tired of this mix-up and will be glad when it is all over.
   Go before a board tomorrow which is a big farce and then we break up Wed. and scatter to the four winds. We will go though 6 weeks of real tough grinding training and then we will be replacements for overseas. Does not sound very interesting after all we have been though. They broke a Com. Sgt. In another Gp. Here after two weeks so I am expecting it soon. I fear I will make a very poor pvt. I shall do as little as I can and still get along. Feel half sick over it.
   I wish I would get a letter from you darling. I know they are on the way and they sure will look good. There is nothing I would like right now more than a letter from you sweetheart. Rather have you though.
   Been a really warm day here darling and it seems funny after being back in Suffolk. It gets quite cold at night here though and I had two blankets over me last night.
   Have a little package of field rations I am going to send as I can have the mail clerk send it. The P.O. is some distance from here. It is the most spread out thing I have ever seen. There must be a heck of a lot of men here and they are arriving by the hundreds from A.A. The Col. Gave us a talk and said they were breaking it all up so you see I am not any worse off than loads of others. It may turn out OK in the end you can never tell.
   Have not said a thing about the election. Sure was a bad one and I am glad that you got to vote for the right man. Your conscience can be clear anyway. Wish I had done as much. Have never voted in my life. Was quite a surprise to hear that you got to vote.
   Sweetheart I must take my shower and go to bed. I will lay there and dream about you my sweetheart. I just lay and miss you till I drop off to sleep. Good night and God bless you, my darling.

Love and Kisses,

Photo of Beech YC-43 assembly line

2009-09-01T07:38:00.000-07:00

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Beech YC-43 assembly line. Photo was probably taken in 1942.

Photo of Curtiss XP-60A, October 1942

2009-09-01T07:32:00.000-07:00

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Curtiss XP-60A, October 1942.

Photo of B-25s and P-39s, at Ladd Field, Alaska

2009-09-01T07:28:00.000-07:00

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This photo, taken in Sept. 1942 shows B-25s and P-39s, at Ladd Field, Alaska, prior to testing by the Soviet Purchasing Commission, September 1942.

Photo of Douglas A-20A, 58th Bomb Squadron

2009-09-01T07:25:00.000-07:00

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This Photo was taken in May of 1941, and shows a Douglas A-20A, 58th Bomb Squadron over Oahu, Hawaii.

Photo of North American A-27s, Nichols Field, Philippines.

2009-09-01T07:21:00.000-07:00

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This photo was taken in 1941. It is of two North American A-27s, 17th Pursuit Squadron, Nichols Field, Philippines.

Japan Occupation Lt.'s WWII Letter November 1, 1945

2009-08-31T05:49:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by an Army Lt. who was in Japan, as part of the Army of Occupation, November 1, 1945. From the letter…..

   More mail today. Things are on the up. Have all your mail now up to October 21st, which is very good. Only hope that mine is getting to you in as good time.
   Enjoyed the many clippings and will look up the Treadwell boy tomorrow. Am listening to Australia on the radio.
   Went into Tokyo last night and had some pictures taken. Sent for them tonight and will enclose one if he gets them. Saw some taken by the same studio and they were good so I have high hopes.
   I’m sending you a package tomorrow, it’s a sampler to see if they get there in good shape and time. The kimono needs cleaning and is second rate. Be explicit how it arrives. I have others but want to see how one makes the trip. The dishes are of no value except there is a story attached t them. I got them in Okinawa. They will make good ash trays. Perhaps Betty would like a few of them, she understands things like design and stuff. Do what ever you like with them, but save at least one to remind me of the story.
   Lt. Butler went off to the 11th Replacement Depot at Tachakawa?? Today. He’ll be on a ship and homeward bound by Sunday I suppose. He was very excited and nervous. He’s been over 36 months, a mighty long time. He may go to N.Y.C. this winter. I gave him your address and telephone number so you’ll be getting a call one of these days, in Jan. or Feb. I suppose. I know you’ll like the little guy. He’s quite small but has a lot of good principals which I know you like.
   One of the departing officers gave me an air mattress today so I’ll be floating on air while I sleep. Ain’t I livin in luxury?
   A lot more of the lads leave tomorrow. I’m down to 98 EM now. During the coming week at least 30 more will be processed. They will most likely leave here before the end of the month.
   Mt. Fujiyama can easily be seen from our tent area and this morning it was covered with new fallen snow and it was very beautiful. Lots of fellows were taking pictures of it and I will one of these days.
   Don’t let snow on Fuji fool you, today I went most all day without a coat on. We have N.C. weather. Hot days and cold nites. But we have our stove and I have plenty of blankets.
   I’m getting a new jeep tomorrow. It only has 850 miles on it. A new type sent helps ease the bumps. Jeep riding is hard work. Most broke my butt in the Philippines. It is the best jeep on the base, at least.
   This is all for now honey. Be a good kid and thanks for writing so often.

Best love,

Douglas C-33 Photo

2009-08-27T04:43:00.000-07:00

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This Douglas C-33, was used for Army training maneuvers, 1941.

Interior photo of Douglas C-39

2009-08-27T04:39:00.000-07:00

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This interior photo of a Douglas C-39 was taken looking aft. The photo was taken in 1941, prior to America entering WWII.

Photo of Boeing B-17B, at Esler Field

2009-08-24T04:04:00.000-07:00

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This Boeing B-17B, was at Esler Field, Louisiana, 1941, when this photo was taken.

Photo of Boeing B-17D, 1941.

2009-08-24T04:02:00.000-07:00

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Boeing B-17D, 1941.

Photo of Douglas XB-19 at March Field, California

2009-08-24T03:59:00.000-07:00

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This Douglas XB-19 was at March Field, Calif., when this photo was taken, June 27, 1941.

Photo of a Beechcraft C-45A Front View

2009-08-24T03:57:00.000-07:00

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Front view of a Beechcraft C-45A front view.

Photo of Beechcraft C-45A side view

2009-08-23T13:55:00.000-07:00

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Beechcraft C-45A side view.

Photo of North American XP-51

2009-08-23T13:53:00.000-07:00

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North American XP-51 side view, Oct. 1941, Wright Field.

North American P-64 in flight over Luke Field, Arizona

2009-08-23T13:50:00.000-07:00

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This North American P-64 is in flight over Luke Field, Arizona, in 1941 or 1942. The photo was taken by Lt. Barry Goldwater.

P-35s destroyed Nichols Field, Luzon 1941

2009-08-23T13:47:00.000-07:00

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These P-35s were destroyed during an attack on Nichols Field, Luzon, on Dec. 10, 1941.

Photo of B-24 with American flag markings

2009-08-23T13:15:00.000-07:00

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This B-24 displays American flag markings to indicate neutrality prior to U.S. entry into World War II in 1941.

Navy Air Cadet WWII Letter Athens, Georgia 1944

2009-08-20T07:29:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a U.S. Navy Air Cadet, in Pre-Flight School, in Athens, Georgia, November 25, 1944. During WWII, there was a Pre-Flight School at the University of Georgia, so that is where this sailor was probably located. The letter is written on United States Navy, Naval Aviation letterhead. From the letter……

   I’m really glad that It’s Saturday again so formations and activities won’t come quite so often for a while. These past two weeks have really been hectic--honestly. I believe I’ve been busier than ever before while in the Navy.
   We had a Captain’s inspection last night which kept us standing by all evening. It wasn’t so bad but it did occupy a lot of time.
   I’ll bet you really enjoyed Thanksgiving since you had the day off. Although we didn’t have any time off, we had a very nice Thanksgiving dinner which reminded me of home, still spoilt, I guess!
   I know that you hate your father’s being transferred to Valdosta since he won’t get home very often.
   I guess you think I’m a pretty sorry guy by the way I’ve been writing lately, but no kidding, I’ve hardly had time to even sit down.
   I did enjoy your last letter very much and I’ll try to write more promptly in the future. Am I forgiven?
   By the way, I’ve been thinking a lot about next week-end and I’m looking forward to seeing you again. Do write soon and be good.

Lots of love,

Ordnance School Aberdeen Proving Ground Maryland WWII letter, May 1943

2009-08-16T09:02:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier who was in training at the Ordnance School, at Aberdeen Proving Ground, Maryland, May 15, 1943. He was writing to a sailor aboard the USS PC 1192. This soldier was not a very good speller, and I will change much of his spelling for easier reading. From the letter…..

   Got your letter the other day. Yes, they finally got me in the army. I am all through basic training and what do you think after 5 weeks in the army they make me a Corporal or the right rating is, T/5, the stripes are like this. This gets me $66.00 a month instead of $50.00, but I have to go to school for eight hours a day and two hours Friday night. It is a pretty tough course. Most all the boys are college fellows, I do not know ho the hell they got me in with them, but a lot of the mathematics is away over my head.
   I am going to stick it out, and maybe I will get another rating. We are studying electricity and mathematics, they really pile it on.
   Yes, I saw Bud the last time he was home, but I did not know Garrett was a 2nd Lt.
   I guess it makes a lot of difference what outfit you are in, I guess Hatty is in the Infantry, and that is hard to get a good rating in.
   I am glad I got in the Ordnance School, all the fellows around here get good brakes. They come from all different Companys of the army, all over the U.S. I will be here for about 11 weeks or till July 24, then I do not know where they will send me.
   As far as I know everything is OK at home. Got a letter from Agnes the other day. She says she is due any day. You know Burt is somewhere on a island in the Pacific I guess.
   I see you are still on the Good Ship P.C. 1192, I suppose that is a little bigger than the “Mystery”, or the Sally.
   The war is beginning to look better fro us now, since the Germans are all out of Africa.

Keep them sailing,
And good luck

Royal Canadian Air Force Lieutenant's WWII letter

2009-08-14T18:12:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a Lieutenant, who as in the Royal Canadian Air Force. I am not sure where he is writing from, but he is writing to a lady in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. From the letter, July 15, 1943.……

   I received your very swell letter yesterday with the sox enclosed. If you only knew how quickly I wear out sox you would know how much I appreciate your thoughtfulness. Thanks a lot.
   Well, very soon I expect to be back at the old stomping grounds where I first met you, so you can be prepared for the worst, you know what the gang are like.
   Lately we have had some pretty ?? Sessions here and boy I’m a wreck. Frank who is now a pilot officer arrived back and we had quite a party. I certainly was glad that Frank got his commission because he is a swell fellow.
   Well, it
‘s harder than ever to write anything from here, now that I know I will be back soon. So until then, it may be quite a while, you had better be well rested for the arrival of the old gang. So long for now and try to stay sober on that 13 ozs a month.

Love,

Message in a Bottle--- Mother to Son Killed in Action

2009-08-13T08:09:00.000-07:00

This story is about a Mother's love for her son, and son's love for his country, and a bottle with a message that, guided by unknown forces traveled 1,300 miles to be found by oil spill cleanup workers.

I was watching CNN this morning, and saw the story about Private James Prosser, a Welsh soldier, who gave his life in Afghanistan, in 2009. Sarah Adams, the mother of the soldier, wrote a message to her son, put it in a bottle, and the bottle traveled from Barbados where she put the bottle in the Ocean, to the coast of Mississippi, where it was found by oil cleanup workers.

Now the world knows of her son, and the sacrifice he made for his country and family.

To the family of Private James, Thank You. In war, there are all kinds of statistics kept, but one unknown statistics is the number of broken hearts.

Camp Parks, California WWII Letter Jan. 9, 1945

2009-08-12T07:13:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a Navy sailor, who was at Camp Parks, California, during WWII, January 9, 1945. The letter was written on United States Navy letterhead. From the letter……

Have you heard the new number More and More and Less and Less or something like that? Durbin sings it in her new picture. Saw a pip of a Hockey game at Frisco Saturday night. Reminded me of old Hershey. The last moments found a free for all and ended with 4 men in the penalty box. Duffirs?? Tavern broadcast from here the other night and some LIFE photographers were present so look for a CB issue. It was like spring in Frisco this weekend, how’s the snow? Well the Opera season opens tonight with Carmen. I think I’ll attend Aida Wednesday and maybe Faust Saturday. Dick and his boys are doing a swell job as are they all!! Even the 4’fs are getting called and here we sit!! I could do with you and your fireplace tonight!!!

Love,

Japanese American Internment During WWII

2009-08-12T05:48:00.000-07:00

Photo: US Gov......PD

In February 1942, just Two months after Pearl Harbor, President Roosevelt, issued Executive Order 9066. One objective of the order, was to prevent espionage. Another objective not mentioned as often, was to protect people of Japanese descent from harm. The harm they were to be protected from, was the harm that may have came from their fellow Americans who many of whom were consumed with outrage at the attack on Pearl Harbor, letting that outrage cloud their judgment.
Order 9066, affected 117,000 people of Japanese descent, over 70,000 of whom were native-born citizens, of the United States. Some in Washington State, had to for a time stay in a cowshed, or horse stall. Relocation centers included Tule Lake, California; Minidoka, Idaho; Manzanar, California; Topaz, Utah; Jerome, Arkansas; Heart Mountain, Wyoming; Poston, Arizona; Granada, Colorado; and Rohwer, Arkansas. Persons considered to be dissidents, were housed at Tule Lake, California.

Photo: US Gov......PD

In 1988 Public Law 100-383 acknowledged the injustice of the internment, apologized for it, and provided a $20,000 cash payment to each person who was interned. Couldn’t help but pause when I read that, and wonder how much Freedom is worth.
Here is quote by a internee, who made this statement when told that they were being put in the camps for their own protection……he said: "If we were put there for our protection, why were the guns at the guard towers pointed inward, instead of outward?"

Photo: US Gov......PD
Members of the Mochida family awaiting evacuation bus.
He raised snapdragons and sweet peas.

Photo: US Gov......PD

San Francisco, The owner of this store, was a University of California graduate.

He was housed with other Japanese Americans in an evacuation camp.

Photo of Navy Blimp Dec. 1943 St. Simons

2009-08-10T04:58:00.000-07:00

This Photo is from a small group of photos that I acquired from a veterans estate. On the back of the photos, it says Navy Blimp December 1943, St. Simons. If there is anybody out there that knows anymore about these Blimps, please get in touch.

Photo of WWII soldier South Carolina

2009-08-10T04:56:00.000-07:00

This Photo is from a small group of photos that I acquired from a veterans estate. On the back of the photo, it says September 1943, Clio, S.C. Otto. If there is anybody out there that knows anymore about this soldier, please get in touch.

WWII pilot photo 1943

2009-08-10T04:51:00.000-07:00

This Photo is from a small group of photos that I acquired from a veterans estate. On the back of the photo, it says, Donald Howie, 44-A, July 1943. If there is anybody out there that knows anything about this pilot, please get in touch.

Pilots in training WWII

2009-08-10T04:49:00.000-07:00

This Photo is from a small group of photos that I acquired from a veterans estate. There is no writing on the back of this photo. It shows a group of 6 pilots in training during WWII. If there is anybody out there that knows anymore about these men, or their plane, please get in touch.

Graduation Day Air Cadets 1944

2009-08-10T04:46:00.000-07:00

This Photo is from a small group of photos that I acquired from a veterans estate. On the back of the photo, is says Class 44-K Winter, Hawthorne, Henderson, Billman, Hoffman, Graduation Day, August 2, 1944. If there is anybody out there that knows anymore about these men, or their plane, please get in touch.

Class 44-C 1943 Pilots Photo

2009-08-09T13:45:00.000-07:00

This Photo is from a small group of photos that I acquired from a veterans estate. On the back of the photo, is says Genlot, Erikson, Frye, Class 44-C Sep. 1943, Bennettsville, S.C. If there is anybody out there that knows anymore about these men, please get in touch.

Photo of WWII Pilots 1943

2009-08-09T13:39:00.000-07:00

This Photo is from a small group of photos that I acquired from a veterans estate. On the back of the photo, it says Flight Officer Franklin E. Hewitt, Genlot, Frye, Fuller, Class 44-C Sept. 1943. If there is anybody out there that knows anymore about these men, please get in touch.

WWII flight instructor Bennettsville, S.C. Airplane photo

2009-08-09T13:36:00.000-07:00

This Photo is from a small group of photos that I acquired from a veterans estate. On the back of the photo, it says Instructor Gaskins, September 1943, Bennettsville, S.C. If there is anybody out there that knows anymore about Instructor Gaskins, or this plane, please get in touch.

Photo of Gliders on Palmer Field S.C. 1944 WWII

2009-08-09T13:33:00.000-07:00

This Photo is from a small group of photos that I acquired from a veterans estate. On the back of the photo, is says Gliders on Palmer Field B-ville Dropped by C-47's in storm, July 1944.

WWII Airman 1944

2009-08-09T13:30:00.000-07:00

This Photo is from a small group of photos that I acquired from a veterans estate. On the back of the photo, it says Lt. Bob Fuller Class 44-C Commissioned 3-15-1944. If there is anybody out there that knows anymore about Lt. Fuller, please get in touch.

Photo of WWII Flight Officer

2009-08-09T13:23:00.000-07:00

This Photo is from a small group of photos that I acquired from a veterans estate. On the back of the photo, it says Flight Officer Franklin E. Hewitt, Class 44-A 1944. If there is anybody out there that knows anymore about F.O. Hewitt, please get in touch.

Camp Shelby Mississippi WW2 Letter September 2, 1944

2009-08-09T04:34:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by Private, in training at Camp Shelby, Mississippi, September 2, 1944. At the time he wrote the letter, he was with Company F, 260th Infantry. From the letter…..

Well, how are things going Blacky. I hope that you haven’t moved yet and you are still in Fort Knox. How is the weather up there? It is sure hotter than blazes down here and where do you think I landed in the infantry a rifle company but the company commander is going to try and get us in the field artillery and I sure hope he succeeds as I don’t want any part of this outfit. We live in one story huts and I mean huts. Everything around th huts is dirt and wooden paths to walk on and it hasn’t failed to rain at least once a day since I landed here and during the day you have to have a pass to go to the PX service club or even to get a hair cut. After retreat you can go in them and they have pretty good beer here. They sell pints and quarts and what a line you have to stand in to get to the counter to get it. They say that this Division is going to move out of here and they say it is going to Camp Attabury up in Indianapolis and I hope that we move and get out of this hot place. As there isn’t much more I can talk about and tell the family I was asking for them and so until later,

Your friend,

Lemoore Army Air Field WWII Letter July 1945

2009-08-02T06:21:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier at Lemoore Army Air Field, in Lemoore, California, July 16, 1945. From the letter…..

   I received my shipping orders and am going to Hamilton Field California. That is near Fresco (???). From there we might go overseas. If the doctor marks everybody OK for overseas duty. It might be only Hawaii.
   Over here we did K.P. every other day. The weather around here is real hot with temperature 100, and at night it does not cool off.
   This is all I have to write today and I will write from the next Field and am going to leave here Wednesday.

Love,

USS Enterprise Letter October 12, 1939

2009-08-01T12:34:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a sailor serving aboard the USS Enterprise, in October 12, 1939. From the letter…..

   Just arrived in Honolulu today Thursday October 12th. I can’t get any dope on what this darn ship is going to do. We sent all the planes over to the air station out here today. So the work will not be so hard for a while. To tell you the truth no one knows what the ships out here are going to do. I heard that we are going back to Norfolk, but don’t make any plans.
   Dear I hope you wrote your mother and explained how things are. I am going to write but it will take about 25 days for her to get it. That is regular postage. Air Mail goes out 1 time a week, I think, and that is 20 cents. I had $1.50 when I went to sea. I bought some paper, 2 air mail stamps, soap, shoe laces, white polish, and a hair cut. I am broke now until payday, but I am all right, so I have to mail my other letter regular postage. I have not been ashore yet. But I am going to have a picture made for you, when I do go.
   All of the movies they show on the ship is one I have seen. And I hate to go anyhow because I get my clothes dirty as we are wearing whites. I stand up a lot (smile) now.
   We got some swing music on the radio this afternoon. They have been playing Hawaiian music, it is all right but they don’t play much love songs. Baby be sweet and take care of your self.

Love and Kisses,

WWII Letters Written From India

2009-07-30T09:26:00.000-07:00

British Soldier Letter From India 1943
British Royal Air Force August 16, 1944

British Soldier WWII Letter India R.A.F. 1943

2009-07-30T09:23:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a British Soldier, with the R.A.F. (Royal Air Force), in India. The letter was written April 17, 1943. From the letter…..

Dear Mum and All,
   It is with the greatest of pleasure that I write you these few lines hoping that it finds you all at home in the very best of health as at writing it leaves me the same.
   I haven’t very much news for you, but as it is raining and we can’t go out I am writing to pass the evening away. Bob and I had been out doing a spot of fishing in the pond near here when we had to pack up because of the rain. I managed to catch a small one before we came in, something like a gudgeon, but with a larger head, don’t think that there are only small ones in the pond because I’ve only been catching them. There are some big ones. There is a big one which keeps jumping up in the middle of the pond, Bob keeps trying for it because he lost one of his hooks on a big one and he things that it might be the one that he had on.
   We haven’t been doing much fishing as there is a bit of work to do in the day, and they can always remember Bob’s and my name when there is some work about, and it gets dark rather early so we don’t get much time for fishing, after all there is a war on, or is there.
   Thanks very much for the airmail you have been sending me, it has started getting here a bit more regular now. I’m glad to hear that everything is alright at home. I’m glad to hear that Fred is getting on OK at his job also with the girls, tell him to leave me a few.
   Talking about him getting all inky at his job you should see me with the fountain pen I’m using, it is a cheap one I bought from one of the natives, and I have more ink on my hands than I’m putting on the paper, but we have to make the most of the things we have, things are very dear out here.
   I guess this letter will take a long time in reaching you as it will be going by sea mail, but I know a line is always welcome and it may come at a time when you are not getting any other letters. I sent a letter to dad and mum about Feb. which I hope you got by now. I’m afraid I haven’t much more news so I must bring this letter to a close.
   Bob sends his best wishes to you all and hope that you are all in the very best of health.
   Cheerio, all the very bet of love and kisses to one and all. Good night and God bless you all.

843rd Signal Service Battalion WWII Letter 1943

2009-07-30T09:16:00.000-07:00

This is letter was written by a soldier who was with the 843rd Signal Service Battalion, and spent time in Canada and Alaska. This letter was written January 16, 1943. From the letter…..

Dearest,
   Saturday, one more lonely Saturday to add to a long string of lonely Saturdays. My work is done for the day, and I’m in my room now. I’m not going to stay in tonight, for I know too well, that I’ll be thinking too much of other Saturdays, when we were together. In a little while I’m going to meet a couple of the boys, who also work in the message center, and take in a movie. By popular decision, we’ve decided to see “Now Voyager”, I was hoping it would come here. I did so want to see ti after you recommended it so well to me.
   I received a letter from Karl today, he writes that the draft board pulled a dirty trick on Hy, that he has to report for induction the 21st of January, after they told him he could finish his term, and he wouldn’t have to report till some time in February. Hy is rather looking forward to joining the Khaki brotherhood. I’m glad that he does have the right attitude and isn’t considering what he’ll be losing but rather what he will be gaining. If he’s accepted, I’m sure he’ll have no trouble finding his place in Uncle Sammy’s army. I hope only one thing, that Mamma won’t carry on when he goes. How’s she taking it, like the good “soldier” I hope she is? Honey if there’s anything you can do to cheer her up a little, you will try I know. Just remind her how well I’ve fared in a uniform. Somehow, I feel certain that he’ll fare just as well, if not better. Do they still give the draftees two weeks leave after they’ve been accepted? I hope so, then he can be home for his birthday, this year, and let’s hope that his birthday next year, we can all be together at home again to help him celebrate, and we’ll both be wearing civilians again.
   I better stop now dear, I have to meet the boys soon. Please forgive this short letter.

Your,

Myrtle Beach Bomber and Gunnery Range WWII Letter 3rd Airdrome Squadron 1943

2009-07-28T08:12:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier in training during WWII, at Myrtle Beach Bomber and Gunnery Range, Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, February 26, 1943. From the letter……

   Hello Honey, how you doing? We had shots again today, Cholera and Tetanus, boy are my arms sore, but I’ll get over that pain, but my poor lonesome heart won’t get better till we are together again. Before I forget wish your dad a happy birthday for me. We can’t get to town very often now, so I can’t send him a card also think him for the letter for me.
   We had a sex hygiene picture and talk by the Chaplain today everybody liked the chaplain very much I was surprised how quiet they were while he talked, he is from Fla., tall, blond, and handsome. In his talk he made you realize why you really wanted to go home and to go home with out having messed around and taken chances on disease that you could transfer to your wife etc.
   Well honey I love you very much and never have you off my mind.

Love,

Hunter Field Georgia WWII Letter April 1943

2009-07-28T08:00:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier in training at Hunter Field, Savannah, Georgia, during WWII, April 27, 1943. He was with the 76th Airdrome Squadron. From the letter…..

   About 9 PM not AM. It takes 23 hours approximately most of the time is spent on the trip between here and Atlanta Georgia.
   I was out to the seashore yesterday, with two other fellows. It is swell out there but you weren’t there. Not much excitement, big transport boasts were passing all the time we were there and the porpoise fish you know, were in schools just about 50 feet off shore. I tried to take some pictures of them but they didn’t stay on the surface long enough for me to catch them.
   Gee honey just 20 more days then you in my arms. I am waiting anxiously for the picture of you in the new dress. The dress I know is necessary but why the pants? If they are as cute as you say, why waste money on them, they won’t be noticed anyway. Now censor it Ha Ha. But you know it’s true, and I think you like it.
   The 3rd left today for San Francisco, California. Am I glad I am not with them. My furlough may be short so be prepared for a quick one I may only have 7 days all together traveling and all, on the other hand I may get 15 days. Some mystery. Don’t forget keep your fingers crossed I think I’ll make it.

I’ll be there soon,

WWII Letters Written From Canada

2009-07-28T07:57:00.000-07:00

American Soldier in Canada 1942
American Soldier in Canada Jan. 16, 1943

WWII Letter From Soldier in Canada 1942

2009-07-28T07:50:00.000-07:00

This letter was written on November 24, 1942, by an American soldier, enroute to Alaska, with the 843rd Signal Service Battalion, Alaska Communication System. The letter is written on Royal Canadian Air Force letterhead, and the envelope has Canadian postage stamps. From the letter……

Dearest,
   This is truly the eve of a great adventure. I hope I can only prove worthy of the job that is mine to do. I’m really “in it” now. I hope I can be of better service to Uncle Sam, than as a digger of Jersey mud flats. It’s going to be hard and lonely too, going on without being able to look forward to leaves, and furloughs, your visits to camp, and our weekly telephone conversations, for they did mean so very much to me. As compensation the situation offers the knowledge that at last I can be more than merely an onlooker, in the Army’s scope of things, at last I shall have my part, small though it be, to perform.
   Your letters are now the sole physical channel of communication to me, and they shall mean more to me now than ever before. I know you will write, as often as you can.
   Much has happened these past few days, since I left Monmouth. I’ll tell you all that I may. The four day trip we took enroute was surprisingly not a bit monotonous. We passed the time reading playing cards, singing and imbibing at the club car bars. The course of our itinerary took us through beautiful country and the route took us through scenic sights galore. Our third day of travel provided a pleasant break in the travel routine. We transferred trains that morning, for a train that was to take us cross the border into Canada. It didn’t take our boys long to discover the two cars ahead of us to be occupied by a group of girls from the women’s division of the R.C.A.F. Their officers allowed us to visit with them and for almost the entire afternoon and evening our own car had but few occupants. We had a very pleasant time talking to them, playing cards, eating their cookies etc. They were very friendly, and adept, as well, at adhering to our President’s good neighbor policy. Our fourth and final day brought us to Edmonton, Alberta, a surprisingly modern city for a community this far north. Through the good graces of the R.C.A.F. we are being quartered for the time being right in with their air cadets at the University of Alberta. Our quarters are excellent, two men to a room. This layover here at the University has been an excellent opportunity for us to really get acquainted with the Canadian ways and means of doing things. The R.C.A.F. boys are a great bunch, for hosts we could ask no better. As they themselves say, they feel closer to u, than to the British. They’re in and out of our room all day long, stopping gin to chat, compare our equipment with theirs, give us helpful hints on how to get along the Canadian way, compare the makeup of our Army system to theirs etc. They’ve been teaching us the rudiments of their manual of drill, totally different from ours, and we’ve been teaching them ours. We’ve gotten quite chummy with them, we like them, and I’m pretty sure they like us. Already they call the Southerners we have in our bunch “Rebels.”
   The weather here so far, has been comparatively mild, the temperature hovers a little below zero. However, the boys here tell us that the temperature does drop to forty and fifty below zero, on frequent occasions. Honey if I don’t learn to shiver now, I never will. Tomorrow, we’re being issued heavy parkas, mackinaws, heavy mittens and I believe also sleeping bags. It’ll take us at least half an hour to dress every morning, with all the clothing we’ll be wearing. One factor is definite, at any rate, it’s going to be a white Christmas.
   Very shortly, as soon as things get organized, we’ll be shoving up north. Back at Monmouth, I was want to complain that a few hundred miles separated us, what is there to say now, when there are a few thousand between us? The physical distances that now separate us, are though of but slight importance in actuality, for you shall be with me always, in my mind and thought. When this is all over I shall return to you, and we shall then together, make up for all the time we must now be apart. I’m so very thankful, that we were able to have that last goodbye before I left the States. Please give my love to all the folks at home.

Your, Max

Advanced Flying School Marianna, Florida WWII Letter 1944

2009-07-21T16:49:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by an Air Cadet (Pilot in training), at Marianna, Florida, Advanced Flying School. The letter was postmarked April 1, 1944. From the letter……

   Your letter arrived and all is forgiven. That story you gave which I believe, is really new and unique and I may use it myself sometime if I happen to think of it in time.
   You know you really scare me when you keep telling me how you’ve changed and definitely not for the better. You have me envisioning all sorts of things about you and that’s not good for morale. You probably drink like e a veteran, chew tobacco, swear like a trouper and all in all you’re probably incorrigible. I won’t even go into detail of how you have me imagining that you look. It’s horrible!
   Maybe I’ve changed a little myself, but not too much. I’m a lot wiser in the ways of life, I’m more sure of what I want, and I’m probably a bit more capable of standing on my own two feet. It all depends upon how one looks at it whether my changes are for the better or the worse.
   I’m afraid I won’t be home during your Easter vacation so don’t expect me. You see we graduate on the 15th and I’ll leave here the 16th and get home the 17th. A little late isn’t it? Oh well I’ll probably get to see you the following week end if not before. Do you go home for the week end or do you stay up at school. Let me know how, when and if I can get in touch with you during the week.
   I’m just about through now with only 14 more flying hours to go. Six of those are night cross countries and the rest are day cross countries. Thanks for praying for me old gal I really appreciate it. Write soon.

Love,

Camp Joseph H. Pendleton Thanksgiving Card 1943

2009-07-19T04:17:00.000-07:00

This card was sent home by a Marine at Camp Pendleton, in 1943. It has a menu, and some history of the camp.

Click on Photos to see full sized.

WWII and Other Veteran Tribute Pages

2009-07-17T17:56:00.000-07:00

The websites listed here pay tribute to one individual who served in WWII, or some other war, or are currently active. If you know of a tribute page, or have one for a relative let me know, and I will add it to the list.
WWII Tribute Pages
   Hugh C. Lipsius WWII
      Lynn K. Junkett WWII
      Robert G. Willenbaker WWII
      Albert Rankin WWII
      Harry E. West Sr. WWII
      James J. Cox WWII
        Sylvan Ralph Lucier WWII
        May Albertine Buelow Alm WWII
        Bernhardt Maurice Alm WWII
       Josef Maria van Duinhoven WWII
       Russel Halvor Mathiason WWII
       Warren Weidenburner WWII
       Clifford Eugene Audinet WWII
       Ben Porath WWII

Vietnam

Vietnam Veteran Tribute Page

Operation Iraqi Freedom
     Casey A. Sheehan
     John J. Young Page 1 John J. Young page 2
Operation Enduring Freedom

James Prosser

Active US Marine Corps

Right Wing Wiz Kid    A site ran by the proud parents of PFC Holly Andrews, to follow her life in the U.S. Marine Corps. Also USMC posts, as well as political posts. Good luck to Holly, and thank you for your service to our country.

Pine Camp New York WWII Letter 1943

2009-07-15T05:12:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier, who was in training at Pine Camp New York. He was writing to another soldier, who was at Schick General hospital, Clinton, Iowa, July 9, 1943. From the letter…..

   I received your letter today, and since we are getting Sat. Afternoons off I will try to scribble a few lines.
   Our training schedule here is plenty tough. We have 14 hours a day of work and training; which consists of exercises ; close order drill, and then actual work; with one hour thrown in for playing ball of some variety. We also have to go over the obstacle course twice a week, and it is a pretty tough one.
   We go on the firing range next week and I have to give instructions on guns all next week. Which includes 30 cal. machine gun, 50 cal. machine gun, 45 Thompson sub-machine, revolver, 37 MM, 75 MM. I’ve had guns thrown at me until I’m almost gun betty. If I ever get out of here alive, and someone mentions guns to me I’ll knock them in the head.
   This camp up here is pretty nice. It is sandy around here just like “Camp Cooke”, but we have two real nice theaters, although some of the other buildings aren’t as nice. We’re just an eight hour ride from here to New York City, and only eight miles from Water Town New York, which has a population of 30,000. It is also just 23 miles from the Canadian border.
   I hope you get out of the hospital soon if you want out. About 2/3 of the fellows here would like to get into SCU, and there is just about that many that should.
   Our first Sgt. Was busted down to a private this week, which was pretty rough, as he had only been in the army about 15 years. This bunch has really gone to the dogs. They go over the hill, don’t come back off of a pass, and every kind of fu..ing up you could think of.
   You said you hadn’t received a letter from me for quite a while. I sent you one just before I left Tenn., but you probably haven’t received it since you have moved.
   Where is Bob located now? Also where is Clayton? Or have you heard anything about him? You know Carl my cousin? He is in Africa. He is a Lieutenant.
   Well, we are going to have a beer party here this evening, so you had better drop over and have a brew. The way I feel right now I think I’ll see just how drunk I can get, maybe I’ll feel better.

Your Pal,

Furth Germany WWII Letter Czechoslovakia and Austria May 1945

2009-07-11T05:20:00.000-07:00

Rec. your letter of May 31, today, so decided I’d answer right away and get caught up on all correspondence.
   Last Sunday I went down to Pilsen in Czechoslovakia. It was nice to be some place where you could talk to the civilians. Quite a few down there speak ‘English. Then last Tuesday I went to Linz (?) in Austria. The non-fraternization rules there are same as in Germany, Czechoslovakia, and Southern Germany are much like the states, with nice modern homes and good roads. Austria is more like all of Europe was. It is chiefly a farming country. Everyone was out haying men and women kids and old people. Nearly all hay was being cut with scythes. I saw only seven or eight mowing machines. They were even using wheelbarrows and little four wheeled wagons to take their hay in. Some even carried it in from fields in sacks on their backs. The majority had small one or two horse wagons.
   Nearly all homes were big square buildings there, and served as house, barn, woodshed, and work shop, all in one. In Germany nearly all farmers live in little villages but in Austria many live right on their farms as in the states.
   One week we got an official announcement that we go to Pacific next week. We are told it is A.O. over here. This is the week for A.O. announcement5, and today it came. Guess will find out for sure someday.

Good luck,

Iwo Jima WWII Letter 21st Fighter Group Sept. 1945

2009-07-04T08:20:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a Pfc., who was at Iwo Jima September 20, 1945. He was with the 21st Fighter Group. From the letter….

   Received your letter of Sept. 6th the other day, and was happy to hear from you. I didn’t get around to writing any sooner because I have been so darn busy. We had 30 medics now we only have 10. So you can see why or what I mean when I say we’re busy. I’m driving an ambulance and have to sit on the air strip for twelve hours a day, sweating in the planes.
   We are leaving for Tinian pretty soon, we are to take over air defense of the Marianas. Our system here on moving the high point men is going along smoothly now. They are mow down to the 80-85 pointers. I hope that you will get a break soon. I’m sure you will be home for Christmas.
   Well fellow I must close now, I hope for you that you will be home soon. So for now, so long and lots of luck.

Your pal,

Aviation Engineer Okinawa WWII Letter August 24, 1945

2009-07-01T04:22:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier on Okinawa, August 24, 1945. This soldier was with the 807th E.A.B. during WWII. This soldier is very frustrated, and wants to come home after 6 years of service. Enclosed with the letter is an impassioned type written plea for he and other Aviation Engineers (photos of it are below, and can be viewed larger by clicking on the photo). From the letter……..

   This letter is rather on the business side. Enclosed is some information which I wish you to read and pass around. Also if you don’t feel you can write a letter, you might have Ben read this, him being the head of the V.F.W. post there at home. I feel sure he will see fit to write a letter to the proper authorities. We, I say we because all of us fellows are hoping that our families will do something about this situation.
   As you know my dear I have completed 6 years in the Army, four and one half years have been over seas in lonely outposts. I have 111 points. We men feel it only just that we be allowed the privilege to get home to our loved ones.
   This data fully explains the case. I wish to add that the returnees from her are moving too slow.
   Please have someone do something. Because it will help others as well as me.
   Thank you my dear. I hope everyone at home is well.

My love,

Camp Stewart Georgia WWII Letter August 13, 1943

2009-06-29T06:14:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier at Camp Stewart, Georgia, August 13, 1943. From the letter…..

   A good evening to you my darling. It is pouring out and has been since morning today. Iot is mice and cool though and just right for sleeping.
   Just completed a letter to my folks. Should have taken care of it some time ago.
   Don’t believe in laughing at another person’s tragedy but one of the Majors in the office was on the phone and lighting must have stuck the line and I never saw a man leave a place in such a hurry in my life. He really got quiet a jolt. A great many of the fellows have wanted to give him a jolt for some time. Guess I am not any exception as he is a revolting character. The other fellows call him “Der Furer”. Even the officers call him that.
   Have been thinking a great deal about your Aunt and pray for her each night. Hope that the news of her is good.
   Have heard no more about my transfer and have just about given it up as a bad job. The letter that I sent so long ago never returned but our Adjutant told me that was a good thing as when they did it means they are not accepted.
   Must say good night my darling as it is getting rather late and the light bothers Sully.

Love,

USS Bristol Pacific August 12, 1945, WWII Letter

2009-06-25T17:07:00.000-07:00

Dear Mother and Dad,
   I have just returned from a very pleasant church service on the ship next to ours. There were about 120 present, men from our ship and men from theirs. The Chaplain was a younger man than most I have seen out here. He was about Herb’s age. I think I can mail a program. I shall enclose it with this letter.
   We expect the Jap’s surrender terms will be allowed by the Allies. It was unofficially announced two days ago in the evening during our movie. There was quite a bit of revelry here. Official recognition of Japanese surrender is expected any time. I surely hope it is soon.
   I have been very busy the last several days here aboard ship. We are in port at a dock and she doesn’t roll around like at sea. My tools aren’t always sliding out of reach here. In the evenings after 1900 I knock off for the movie.
   On the 9th it was “Delightfully Dangerous” with Ralph Bellamy and Constance Moore. We got rained out in the last reel.
   On the 10th it was “Thrill of a Romance” with Esther Williams (Wow!), Van Johnson, and Clarence Melchior (Metropolitan Opera Co.) and Tommy Dorsey’s orchestra. I really enjoyed this picture. All in color and a very nice story. The music was most excellent, just like ours at home, the kind I love. I think Mr. Lockhart, one of our Engineering officers, is to be commended for his excellent selections of motion pictures for this ship. I have enjoyed every one I have seen. Films are distributed in every port of call we hit.
   Last night the 11th, it was “Murder He Says” With Helen Walker, Fred MacMurray and Marjorie Main. This film was very funny, quite spooky, and thoroughly entertaining. Also there was a Navy film of all the news highlights of recent months. It was superior to most news films.
   I have bought a real surprise for you. It will arrive by mail from California. “Guaranteed: safe delivery and correct lettering” Tell me if it is OK, it will be at your office in a few weeks or so.
   Two letters postmarked Denver Aug 1 and Aug 3 have arrived eight days time in travel for each of them. Thanks for clippings. I see that our “repeaters” haven’t yet learned that they must get reservations in early. Your roofing is hot work, I’ll bet. No regular mail has arrived yet. Don’t subscribe to the Post for me. Glad that refund was full amount I haven’t yet sent any packages home since leaving Frisco. The cup cakes haven’t arrived yet but thanks for sending them. They will arrive on of these days. I’m proud of Bud. He is a go getter. Interested in the planes in Denver, they must be bound over here. Thanks for Kenny’s address, I hope both he and Dicky get better quickly. Also Aunt Ella. It’s kinda hot here wish I were at Silver Crags.
   1530, Have just been informed that the Japanese Army and Navy have been ordered to cease giving resistance by the Tokyo High Command. I don’t know whether to believe it or not: they are not to be trusted. The clipping on “big 3”text was good.
   Are my American Chemical Society Journals on Ind. And Engineering Chemistry and the Hexagon still arriving OK?
That is it!

Love and Kisses,

Camp Pendleton Marine WWII Letter 1943

2009-06-23T11:56:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a Marine at Camp Pendleton, California, August 15, 1943. From the letter…..

Hello Mom,
Well here is that Marine again trying to think of something to write about. For the fist time yesterday afternoon I went on liberty. I went into Oceanside to see a show.
Well Mom, how are you and the rest of the family, getting along now. I guess it is still hot over there isn’t it? The nights are so cold out here I have to use blankets. I don’t mind the weather so bad though. I only wish it would rain once in a while to break the monotony. I have only seen a few drops of rain since I left North Carolina. I wish I was back three tonight but I guess we will have to keep on going until this thing is over with. I got a letter from you today and my first birthday card from Rutherford and Phyllis today also a letter from my Sweetheart. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t hear from her and the rest of you. I guess I am about the laziest person in the Marines. I have been sleeping nearly all day. I don’t have anything else to do when I am off duty. I might go to Los Angeles on my next week end off if I have one. We are supposed to go on maneuvers again soon but you can’t tell wheat they are going to do around here. Well, I guess I will have to stop for tonight but I will try to write more often.

Your son,

Female Corporal WWII Letter Louisville Kentucky 1945

2009-06-21T05:06:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a female corporal who was in Louisville, Kentucky, April 30, 1945. She was writing to her boyfriend, who was serving aboard the USS Tuscaloosa. From the letter.....

   My darling, four beautiful letters from you today. And they lifted my morale one hundred percent. I needed those letters today because I was a little disgusted with the set up on our P.D.D. Then I read your letters. You spoke of love of me and our love in it’s perfection. I felt a glow inside.
   Yesterday afternoon I went to town with a friend. We rode the street car all the way to the end. Churchill Downs the famous Kentucky Derby race track was near the end of the line. Then we ate at a Mexican Cafeteria and then went to the funniest show with Joan Davis solving several murder cases. Also we walked in a beautiful little park in the hear to town.
   I think my job will let up in confusion in a couple of months and I’ll be my old self once more.

Love always,

Las Vegas Army Air Base WWII Letters Nov. 1942

2009-06-18T05:28:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier at Las Vegas Army Air Base, November 16, 1942. From the letter.....

Today was a pretty good day because I got a letter from you. You must be plenty busy for you dated your letter Oct. 12th but I know how it is for I make those mistakes myself.
   Well my chances of going to Texas are pretty slim now. For starting with my class they are not going to send out any bombardiers. So now I’ll just have to trust to luck and hope I can get stationed near Dallas.
   I’m in my fourth week now and also my last for ground school The 5th week I’ll be flying and firing at targets all week long.
   This will be my last letter from here to you. But I’ll write to you again as soon as I get settled again. If you write soon have the letter get here before the last of the month. For the mail won’t follow us. I’ll bet I said that in my last letter to you.
   Ed will probably meet some of the class of 23 at New Orleans for some of them have been at the air base out there. Write him if he is till there and tell him to look up the boys there.
   Say you had better not be going out with so many Yanks. I’ll have you know that they were gentlemen before they go to Texas.
   How about hose pictures you were going to send me. YO can put them in the next letter you write me.

As always,

North Africa 29th Station Hospital WWII Letter 1942

2009-06-17T06:06:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier, who was with the 29th Station Hospital, “Somewhere in North Africa” December 1942. From the letter…..

   It has been sometime since, I have heard from you, I do hope all of you are well and feeling fine.
   My Christmas was spoiled when we got notice that we were moving again. I had everything arranged for dinner and supper on Christmas day with an English family. For they treated me swell. About (censor cut out something) before Christmas we when on another boat ride an what a trip it was. The first thing the sea was very wild, and the food on the boat was bearable. Well anyway we landed safe in North African.. The country itself seems to be a wonderful place and I think it is better than England. The only thing is that we will have to understand the Abra and learn what they are talking about. We have our tent set up, and sleeping on the ground. During the day it is very hot here, and in the evening it gets cold.
   Christmas eve they put me on guard from 4 to 8 in the evening. Then we had a few kegs of beer so we sat up until 10 o’clock to drink it. At 11 o’clock, we went to a little town for a midnight Mass. I received holy communion at that mass, and I though that was the best Christmas I could ever enjoy. At 4 o’clock in the morning they woke me up again for guard.
   I do not know if this letter will get to you, because there has been quite a few letters lost. Keep on writing and praying because we sure can use it.

Sincerely yours,

USS Bristol, Kure Japan, December 9, 1945 WWII Letter

2009-06-16T12:08:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a sailor serving aboard the USS Bristol, December 9, 1945. At the time, his ship was at Kure, Japan. From the letter…..

   Merry Christmas Mother and Dad,
   Many happy returns of the day. How I would like to go home and be with you but it is not possible this year. However next year all of us will have to be together. I should be released from the Navy by then.
   Here is a little sketch of the Bristol I worked on last night. She’s a pretty ship as you can see; the drawing is accurate and not “fixed up”.
   Of the boxed I have sent home, you will find one contains some uniforms. I do not need these and I can not sell or get rid of them out here. I still have two suits I shall probably never wear again. I will try to get rid of them when I get released next spring. There are many duplicate things which you may give away. The pajamas are for Mother Mildred, or Ilene, same with neckerchiefs. The set of three nestled dishes is for whoever want them. Bud can have some of the coins and money. The tablecloth might be nice at home. The porcelain nut cups may be nice somewhere around home although there aren’t enough for a big dinner. There are numerous fans; some are rather nice, all are fragile. Distribute the souvenirs around all you wish- they are for everyone at home. I hope that those boxes do arrive before Christmas. My last letter is a Christmas letter ,too, but it is not as nice as this one. I have spent about four or five hours on the picture alone in this one. But it is a labor of love! I have enjoyed the drawing a lot. I with I could have put the Old English in colored ink but it looks pretty good as it is.
   I imagine this Christmas Day, you will be having all the family down for dinner, and Grandma if she is able. Well take a bite of turkey and a look at the tree for me. We will probably have turkey and all the trimmings with ice cream for desert. Holiday routine will last all day. We will probably hear lots of fine Christmas music broadcast from the states. The radio had better be all right because I don’t want to be fixing any of them. We may be at sea or we may be in port. Personally, I hope it is the latter.
   Our weather here at Kure these last few days has been fine: high scattered clouds, visibility unlimited, seas calm, clear skies, bright sunshine, and clear cold nights.
   Tomorrow, December 190th we leave for Wakayama on a mail courier trip. We will return here to Kure next Thursday afternoon. Today, more Christmas packages will arrive, I hope some of mine arrive.
   We will all be exceedingly happy to set this “can” on course 080 True and head for home. We may do that next month sometime. If we do, I may get a leave in February. That would certainly be swell.
   Well, I must get this in the mail. Felicitaciones, Madre y Padre.

Amor y Besas,

This is the drawing mentioned in the letter.

African American's WWII Letter 466th AAA (AW) Bn. March 1944

2009-06-14T05:51:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by an African American Private, who was in the Southwest Pacific, with the 466th AAA (AW) Battalion, at the time he wrote the letter March 1944. He was writing to a student at Louisiana Negro Normal School, which is now Grambling State University. From the letter…..

I am not writing just to receive an occasional letter from Louisiana. I am not writing so that in a conversation with friend I can tell of an acquaintance met thru the U.S. mail. I am trying to find her, and thru a voluntary description that I gave Joe he instinctively mentions your name, and being the searcher that I am I could not possibly let such an opportunity pas by, for Joe never says things just for conversation.
   You ask for the description of you that he related to me. He did not describe you to me. I told him of the kind of girl I’ve been looking for and he just said your name. Before that, I had never heard you name mentioned. I will try to repeat on paper, the exact words as I told them to Joe. You can, perhaps if you are keen, decipher my original code enough to grasp an inkling of what Joe thinks you are and what I am searching for.
   “I would like her to be talk, about to my eyes, slenderly proportioned and athletically graceful in all her movements. Frankness is necessary, frankness enough so that if she ever meets me and likes my looks, she will not try to conceal the fact, but be as receptive as my frankness ? Me.
   She must in order to tolerate me, have a sense of humor, be able to be happy with me whether we are sharing caviar or chocolate bars. And indeed she would taste both in my company. She must be tolerant enough to overlook my faults, many in number, faults made more annoying for I do not try to correct them because of a questionable attitude of “Don’t give a damn.”
   Believe me Joe, I do not, if she even exists, know if I’ll ever meet her but I believe that I can make her happy moments gayer, her sentimental moments more frequent, and even tho it is no recommendation I would very probably make her sad moment unbearable, but I believe in the end she would not have missed knowing me for all the world, or a white gate with squeaky hinges.”     He said your name,

Sincerely,

African American Marine WWII Letter 1943

2009-06-10T06:34:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by an African American Marine, at Camp Lejuene, New River, North Carolina. The letter us undated, but the postmark is October , and the year looks like 1943. He was writing to a student at Louisiana Negro Normal, which is now Grambling State University. From the letter…..

   Still on the “run” baby but still thinking of you. Your are the most wonderful thing on earth to me. You are as precious as rubies and diamonds and as rare I’m sure. If it wasn’t for you, this would be more of a living hell than it is.
   The fellows are mad over your photo, but I don’t let them get too mad. I’ll be glad when I can sit down and write you a decent letter. I really have not time. There’s no table in my “hut” and nowhere else to go to write. We can’t touch our bunks (sacks we have to call them) until 10:45 PM. if at all that night. I’m now on the floor of my hut writing.
   I’m doing fine, I’ve secured the honor of platoon leader. It makes me more responsible, alert and etc. I know this, I love to stay on the ball all of the time.
    My D.I. (drill instructor) ran my platoon around some water barrels 200 times last night because one man missed out. I know this stuff already, but if another guy doesn’t you get punished too. We have to fill a water pail with thimbles in about 30 minutes from now. I’m making it alright. I’ll write as soon as I can get time.

Lovingly yours,

African American Soldier WWII Letter to La. Negro Normal

2009-06-08T05:03:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by an African American soldier, who was writing to student at Louisiana Negro Normal (now Grambling State University). The letter is dated September 2, but doesn’t have the year. From the letter…..

If you aren’t mean no soul ever was. How can you do it? Aare you alright? I hope. Well, by the grace of the father I exist, meaning that I have had some terrible days and nights since last heard from you. Please don’t say that you have been busy. I wouldn’t believe if you did.
Please forgive this new change of ink. I have a lot to tell you, but I’m slightly mad and really can’t express myself very well when so. Do let me hear from you and often. Can’t you see that I care. Whey do you torment me so? It isn’t fair not even to a soldier. Very well you lady just wait until I come home again. Do say hello to everyone.

A lonely and disappointed Soul,

Air Cadet, Naviation School Monroe Louisiana 1942 WWII Letter

2009-06-04T09:18:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by an Air Cadet, in Navigation School, Monroe, Louisiana, October 1, 1942. From the letter…..

   I know you think this is a little out of the ordinary. Well, it is. I’m not sure yet where I’ll address my letter. I have tow places in mind, I doubt if either is right. In case you don’t remember me I’m the agri. Man. I saw you last winter in Woolworth’s 5 and 10. Remember? Well, yes or no. I’m writing a nice looking girl I went to school with. I remember you o what’ the difference. Oh yes, I’m in the Army. I know you’ve heard of that. I’m a Cadet, in the school of navigation. I’m really going to school again. I’ve only been here 4 weeks, so I don’t really know what the score is. There’s a term, “get on the ball”, that means be eager, get busy and do something. The “ball” is getting so big I can hardly see around it, let alone get on it. By that I mean I’m really busy.
   Are you teaching this year? I remember you were at Russellville last year. I’d like to see you, I could tell you a lot about he army, and I’ve only been in for 3 months. I was at Nashville. I’m sure I saw a Mr. Thomas that was a football coach at Western. He was a Lt. Do you know if he is there or not? I was there for 6 weeks, and came here. I like the army fine, a lot of nice fellows. It’s lonesome sometimes cause open posts are as scarce as hens teeth. By the way, I haven’t touched hot water since I joined the army, and haven’t been near an airplane yet.
   My friend I think you’ve had enough of the army. I don’t know anything to ask about you, not knowing where you are or what you are doing. I’ll close by saying. I hope you get this.

Very truly yours,

African American soldier 93rd Signal Company WWII Letter 1944

2009-06-03T07:22:00.000-07:00

This letter was written from an unknown location, but an African American soldier, who was with the 93rd Signal Company. He was writing to a student at Louisiana Negro Normal College, (now Grambling State University). From the letter…..

   Gee but it was great hearing from you at Easter time. Sis you are great stuff, no kidding. And to think, out of forty or more sisters, only one thought enough to write. No, I won’t forget that.
   I’m happy to know that you fi8naaly decided to send that photo. Sis, “pooey” I just know it will be lovely. Such lucky people with ideal curves, etc. Excuse bro. you need not say hello to my other beloved sisters.
   Helen do you have any faith in me really. What do you think of me now? Are you woman enough to write it? Is it that bad? My only regret is that I have no way of correcting it now.
   So long and best wishes, someday we’ll meet again.

Yours,

African American Desert Training Center, California 1943

2009-06-02T11:30:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by an African American soldier, who was in training at the Desert Training Center, in California, December 15, 1943. He was writing to a young lady at Louisiana Negro Normal College (Now Grambling State University). From the letter…..

   Isn’t it awful to get a disappointment unexpected? At least, it hurts more, doesn’t it? Yes it is true whether you admit it or not. My disappointment came in you. Honestly dearling, you built me up for a great let-down.
   That’s right, pretend that you don’t understand. When I needed to hear from you so badly you wouldn’t’ even write a line. I couldn’t have answered yes, but I would have felt better. Remember I told you that there would be times when I couldn’t write. Well they come lasted. You got mad, pouted and refused. You are still mean. I want to see you so badly and not only for my happiness. Maybe a food fight would do it.
   What I want for Christmas? Can I have you? Fool me! If I’m not home for X-mas you can depend on New Year.
   Stay sweet as you are forever refraining from little “sins”. Have you decided to send my picture yet? I mean the one with all of you? I don’t want half a picture. Please please rush it.

Love,

African American's WWII Letter 466th AAA (AW) Bn. Feb. 1944

2009-05-31T05:35:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by an African American Soldier, who was with the 466th AAA (AW) Bn. He was writing to a student at Louisiana Negro Normal College (now Grambling State University). From the letter…..

Dear Sis,

   Tonight as I pick up my pen to write, I have a very dear friend beside me. He is a fellow whose character you’d admire I know, knowing you as I do. He comes from Massachusetts a New Englander with a brogue you could sit and listen to for hours and never feel the slightest symptom of fatigue. He’d like to write to you for he is interested in Southern girls, but being so much of a gentleman he desires your permission.
   You’d enjoy his letters fro I’ve seen so many instances that your two personalities would’ve clicked perfectly. Now may he write you Sis? Or shall I have to coax you as of old, I know I won’t. For instance, he is a lover of sports in general, hockey being his favorite.
   So take it from me, he definitely is a swell guy. I am writing this before you answer my other letter, you must answer this one, or I shall be angry at you, desperately so.
   How is everything at the school? I hope I am there again soon.

As ever, your Bro,

African American Soldier Fort Sill Ok. WWII Letter 1943

2009-05-27T04:01:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by an African American soldier, who was at Fort Sill, Oklahoma, August 8, 1943. He was writing to a young lady, who was attending Louisiana Negro Normal College (now Grambling State University). From the letter….. How are you and John making it these hot days? I wrote him last week, but he hasn’t answered yet. I do hope you tow will hurry and get on the ball and stay on the ball (army slang meaning do right). What great news has happened since Miss Grundy’s wedding? Hip me to all the jive because I love to hear from Ole Normal although I saw some ? days there. What is Tie and Lizzie talking about? Is B.D. still there? How many fits have Ralph thrown this summer? Well when you answer those questions, you will have covered a great deal of territory. Write often,

African American Marine Camp Lejeune WWII Letter 1943

2009-05-24T05:39:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by an African American Marine, who was at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. He was writing to a young lady at Louisiana Normal (sometimes referred to as Louisiana Negro Normal), now Grambling State University. From the letter…..

I’ve finished filling the pails. Gee! It’s the toughest thing I’ve had to accomplish yet. My marriage may be the next toughest. I’ll bring the rings and not send them in that my policy is “Be sure you are right and then go ahead.” It’s not that I don’t trust you but I must keep all policies.
I think of my furlough often. I’ll probably get it in the next 7 weeks. I want everything to be on the ball, I’m not taking any “stuff” from Nobody. It’ll probably be around Xmas so there’s nothing in the way for me to be. The mail boy is here so, Goodbye,

African American US Navy Sailor WWII Letter 1944

2009-04-23T12:14:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by an African American US Navy Sailor, who was writing from Barracks #1 Section Base, New Orleans, Louisiana, March 26, 1944. He was writing to a young lady, who was a college student at Louisiana State College (now Grambling University). From the letter…..

   How are you, I was beginning to wonder what had happened.
   There’s not very much work going on here now; the ships that come and go are stopped at a bridge on the Mississippi due to high water.
   My bro. Gene was in New Orleans the past mid week. He is going to build me a Radio set with earphones, since he is on a receiving set, he don’t have to worry about a Radio, which one really enjoys hearing around this place.
   I went to a church service off the station this morning; very few people were there, but nevertheless I enjoyed it.
   Not in a modest way, it gives me a great pleasure to hear form you. Remember what you said about not meaning me when referring to fellows “messing out”? Does it mean that you “sorta” care, and that I am not getting careless?
   At the present I’ve made no plans for Easter, but chances are I’ll be here. Write soon.

Yours Truly,

731st Ordnance Company, 31st Division WWII Letter November 1944

2009-04-07T05:21:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a soldier, who was on an island in the Pacific, November 1, 1944. He was with the 731st Ordnance Company, 31st Division.

You’ll have to forgive me Honey, cause I didn’t write last nit, but after I get thru explaining whye, I think you’ll find it easy to do.
   To begin with we got up at four AM and drove down to the docks to catch a boat. We thought we were going on the cabin cruiser but it was full, so we ended up on an L.C.M., that’s a landing barge. Just as we were ready to putt out, the air raid siren blew so we waited, and pretty soon we heard the planes. The A.A. started firing, and lo and behold one of the planes burst into flames and crashed. It really took us by surprise cause for six weeks now we’ve been watching them shoot but the planes were always so high that they never could hit them. We just got over that when another one got hit and just disappeared in a puff of flames, one second he was there and the next he wasn’t . Right after that one disappeared the got another one and in a couple of minutes they got the fourth one, so they fully cleaned house. It was really something to see I’m sure glad we happened to be there cause I sure would have been disappointed if I hadn’t see it. I imagine that will be about the last of the air-raids.
   To go on with the story we started out after the raid was over and it took us two hours to get there, and when we got off they wanted some of us to go still further so Johnny and two others got on the cruiser and took off and three of us stayed there. We worked till about two o’clock and just as we got thru the barge pulled in to take us back. Johnny and the other two still haven’t come back, I’m beginning to worry about them, they knew they wouldn’t come back last nite but they were supposed to be in today.
   We got back just in time for supper and then I had to go on guard at six o’clock so you see I really do have a good excuse for not writing, don’t I? I still don’t know how I kept awake on guard, but somehow or other I did, thank the Lord.
   I and today off, so I stayed in bed till nine o’clock got up took the jeep and went down to pick up some parts, and so I rode around till lunch time. This Island sure is changing.
   Got a letter from you yesterday, it was written the 16th of Oct., at work. Gee hour really getting speedy when you can get up, dress, eat and get out of the house in fifteen minutes. I never did have to wait for you very often tho, you were usually ready in fact I think you spent more time waiting for me than I did for you, on some of those nites that I worked late.
   Well, Darling that’s about if for now, so be good and be happy. It won’t be long now. I love you,

This photo was in the letter, but was not mentioned.

Army of Occupation WWII Letter Lt. Nov, 1945

2009-04-06T07:01:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a Lieutenant who was in the 8th Army, as part of the Occupation of Japan, WWII, November 7, 1945. From the letter…..

Dear Mother and Daddy,

   We didn’t make Tokyo today because our transportation fell through, but we will probably leave tomorrow.
   I spent most of yesterday afternoon and today just wandering around looking. As you can guess, I’m all eyes and ears, with my head rotating around and around on my shoulders, getting a big kick out of everything. I went down into what used to be the business and shopping district. It is really a mess, as is the rest of the town, except for the area in which we live. I probably gave you the wrong impression the other day when I said the dock area wasn’t very heavily damaged and it isn’t , but brother that is the only place. You can’t appreciate or realize the consequences of such utter destruction until you actually see it, at least I couldn’t. In the whole downtown area there is only about one building left just a shell. Everything is at a stand still as far as business goes. There is nothing to sell, and if there was, there is no place to sell it. About all the people do is wander around. The army is fixing up the sewage system and wire system, also clearing up some of the debris here and there. The Japs do all the common labor, while the Americans supervise. After living through such bombing, I don’t see how the Japanese people can believe anything other than the fact that they were defeated. Like I said yesterday, Yokohama was a very modern city as far as it’s buildings go. They were all new, and modernistic in design. There were no sky scrappers, with most of the buildings being only 3 stories high. Like everything else in Japan, including the people, Yokohama was an earnest, but a cheap and poor attempt of copying our architecture. The buildings, which are left, and the parts of those damages, but still standing, are nice looking, but are an engineering sham. They are made of concrete reinforced with a wire nit a little thicker than fencing wire. The concrete walls vary from ¾ to 1 ½ inches thick, and that is all there is. I can’t imagine how the things stood up even in peacetime. No wonder there were no skyscraper, the little rats couldn’t afford it. The concrete walls are finished on the outside with a coat of stucco ingeniously put on so it looks like granite building stones, etc. that is absolutely how the place is made, because I measured the walls myself. That isn’t for just one building, but for all. You can appreciate what that type of structure meant when you figure that we didn’t drop any block busters on the cities, yet they are flat. All of the bombs were very light compared to the 12 and 16 ton ones that were dropped on Germany. The foreign countries and corporation buildings are different, and are very nice.
   The British consulate is about the most elaborate. We have the next best, which is a little larger than the British. Ours is a pure white stucco colonial building, built in 1931 which looks very neat and trim compared to the surrounding ones. The Mil. Gov’t office is in the German consulate, which, compared to the British and ours, isn’t so hot. The 8th Army Hq. is in the customs Bldg. which is very large, and one of the nicer Jap buildings.
   There is absolutely no private transportation. There are a few street cars, and the sorry trains. The people walk or ride bicycles. Each carries a little bundle in which he carries his dinner, for there is no place to eat and he can’t walk all the way to his home. Oh yes, they eat rice, and use chop sticks. There were some eating in the park this morning. They don’t use the sticks as deftly as point would have you believe, and it seems to be more of a process of holding the plate to the mouth and raking the food in. They are all very dirty and unkempt. They seem to be very smart, and I must admit, understand and speak English much better than I could ever hope to speak Japanese. Pretty nearly all of them from the knee high kids on up can say hello, good morning, goodbye, thank you, OK, etc., using them properly.
   Well, enough of that for today. I hope you all are interested in all the muddle of stuff I write, for as you can tell, it is all very interesting to me, and I wouldn’t have missed this trip for the world.
   This army has really gotten set up fast. I sure wish I had known the conditions here and that I was coming here, for I could have saved bringing a lot of things. For instance, I brought enough soap, shaving cream, tooth paste, razor blades, etc. to last me for a year. Besides that I brought a lot of extra clothes, etc. that I didn’t intend to use anytime soon. Over here the army has good Pxs and clothing stores where you can get anything you want. Besides that they give all officers one wool uniform, field jacket, gloves, sweater, and short jacket which most officers wear in place of the blouse. Boy I really look sharp in it, just like the head waiter.
   I brought some stamps in the Jap post office today. I walked in and motioned to the clerk that I wanted 4 of everything he had. I got them too, a whole hand full for only 2/3 of a dollar. I thought someday I or somebody else might like them for a collection.
   Don’t be surprised someday if you get a cablegram. The Japs will send them for you for 2/3 of a dollar. Of course they are code type, and will probably be all backwards and mixed up when you get it.
   I am enclosing 1 yen I thought you might like to have. It is equal to 1/15 of a dollar, or 6.666 cents. It isn’t army made, but the real thing. Got it in change at the Yokohama post office, real Jap stuff. Oh yes, as the denomination goes up, so the size increases, a 200 yen note is about half the size of this sheet of paper, much larger than our paper currency. 200 yen really isn’t much, only $13.33, so you can imagine the wad of paper you have to carry. There are no metal coins to speak of, and everything below a yen is still paper.
   I hope you all are fine. I am doing fine, the food is good, and I generally manage to look out for myself. Tell Pal there are very few dogs, but those that are still left, look like the universal variety of dog, and don’t bark in Japanese.

This is the Yen Note mentioned in this letter.

Photo of USS Hammann WWII Navy Ship Sunk 1942

2009-04-06T05:59:00.000-07:00

During WWII, the USS Hammann participated in the Battle of Coral Sea, and the Battle of Midway. She was alongside the USS Yorktown June 6, 1942, when she was sunk by a Japanese torpedo, fired from a submarine.

U.S. Naval History and Heritage Command Photograph.

Photo #: NH 96828

http://www.history.navy.mil/photos/images/h96000/h96828.jpg

USS Bristol, Tokyo Japan, October 6, 1945 WWII Letter

2009-04-05T11:42:00.000-07:00

This letter was written by a sailor aboard the USS Bristol, Tokyo, Japan, October 6, 1945. From the letter….

   Well, today- Saturday- is a busy day!! We were scheduled to have a Captain’s Inspection, both personnel and material, this morning but it was belayed. We were in our whites and all ready for the former but the Captain changed his mind. So we are back in dungarees.
   Joe P., Joe D., and I are at present working on the officers radio and phonograph speaker system which was installed four month sago by our chief radioman, now at home and discharged. Trouble developed in the system and we are tying to fix it. It is all fouled up and very complicated since there are over a dozen speaker and a two way line so either the radio phonograph may be heard separately at any place any time. I want to fix up the same kind of system when I get home and perhaps the same at Silver Crags. This work here will be good training. Also each speaker has it’s own volume control.
   Yesterday was terrible, the rain came down in torrents almost horizontal because of the wind. Navigation for small boats in the Bay was very dangerous and all were tied up. I had a radio voice watch yesterday morning and many messages were sent about hazards in the water. But today is very nice- sunshine, no wind, peace, and tranquility.

Sunday, 7 October, 1945. Today is another nice day but not as bright as yesterday. All afternoon yesterday was spent working on the speaker system with both Joes. We diagrammed the circuit as it was originally and then redesigned it completely. Revisions were made and we have almost finished them now. I took time off last night to see the move “And Now Tomorrow” with Alan Todd and Loretta Young. I enjoyed it and it was a good rest after working all day.
   We are getting ready to move any day now. The Bristol is the flagship of a new task group composed of oil tankers and several other “cans” and DE’s. We are in control of a separate radio circuit, and have lots of traffic over the others. Our captain has just left in a motor launch for a meeting with other skippers and higher ups of th4e Navy. We will probably take another refueling trip somewhere, and we may not return here but go on to some other place. I would like to see more of this world’s interesting places if we are to move again.
   Last Thursday some boys on liberty brought back three dozen silk neckerchiefs in gaudy colors. They cost 5 yen apiece and I got two of them. They also brought back a dozen nice ladies’ lounging pajamas. I was lucky and got one of them- 30 yen or $2.00. I have an idea: someday I’m going to get married so I’m going to save these for then. However, you may decide differently when you see the. I shall try my best to get some more. And one other thing is the Fujiyama tray I want. I will be extremely lucky if I find one.
   I should have gone to church this morning but I didn’t feel too much like it. I have been quite busy all week and felt I needed a rest. So I slept this morning. I haven’t ’been sleeping very good for several weeks.
   My psychology course has never caught up. I wonder if my letter with the applications and all was lost. It had to go thru the USAFI at Madison, Wisconsin, and then to Boulder.
New are getting fired up now and will leave this berth this afternoon but probably won’t sail till tomorrow.

Love and Kisses,