Letter VI – Land Ho! On the Port Side
Just as Smitty expected, their destination was quickly coming up over the horizon. The fleeting glimpse of solid land, Milne Bay, New Guinea was only a short stopover for water (such a disappointment) and they continued their cruise north. The 11th Airborne Division came upon the humming waterfront of ships manipulating to unload troops, supplies and equipment in Oro Bay. They witnessed a paradoxal view of organized chaos.
Down the rope ladders they went to the beach taxis, DUKWs (2 ton amphibious vehicles commonly called “ducks”) and onward to the awaiting shoreline. At latitude 8*52’60S and longitude 148*30’0E, this would become the first step for many a G.I. on foreign soil. Once they actually hit the beach, the heat seemed to slam into the troopers and their uniforms became soaked within minutes, but they proceeded on to the Buna-Dobodura area to make their new base camp.

July 1944. Sherfy, Johnson, Madam Queen, Roberts, Bachor, Wichmann, Amos, Andy, Hester, Baby Rastus”. By this time, Port Moresby was a secure back area of the Pacific theater.
As written in the Australian newspaper, The Canberra Times, 1944: “New Guinea was a country out of the Stone Age that was whizzed through the centuries. A country that had previously known only natives, grass huts and raw nature has been blitzed from all angles with every piece of equipment known to modern engineering and warfare … the skies are as busy as a beehive with bombers and fighters and transports.”
The 11th had entered the jungles amidst torrential rains, mud and heat. On their first day, the meals were prepared in Australian chuck wagons and the idea of fresh food would be a distant memory from the past. From here on out, everything would be canned, dehydrated or cured. Having come from the fishing town of Broad Channel, Smitty was accustom to eating seafood and was even teased in boot camp for liking the creamed chipped beef on toast (more commonly known as -“shit-on-a-shingle”), but those days were long gone. I remember him saying more than once, “It wasn’t that the powdered eggs tasted bad — they just didn’t have a taste.”
Although General Swing, commander of the 11th A/B, had contracted malaria and was hospitalized when his men shipped out of the U.S., he boarded a plane for Brisbane, Australia to attend a meeting with Gen. MacArthur. Swing was briefed on the immediate plans for his command and was reminded that the 11th A/B was considered a “secret weapon”, they would be in reserve for the New Guinea action though. Swing managed to be in Dobodura in time to meet his men as they disembarked.
Letter VI Land Ho! On the port side
Dear Mom, Well, land is in sight so I’ll just hold off this letter awhile until I can find out for sure if this is what we have all been waiting for or just another island…. Yep and yes siree this is finally it and from what I have seen up to now it is going to prove not only an interesting place, but picturesque as well. Don’t know yet if we can say where we are, so I won’t attempt it.
Everyone is standing along the railings with glasses while those less fortunate are straining their eyes trying to get a glimpse of our new and strange surroundings. It is all very exciting and thrilling and must say one gets sort of feeling down deep that is hard to explain. It might be that the sight of this long awaited place has sub-consciously awaked us to the fact that we are one heck of a long way from home.
Now that we are here in a port with a chance of possibly getting this letter mailed, I’ll close this letter and mail it as I know how anxious you must be about me and would like to hear from me as soon as possible. I promise you though that I will continue to write my letters like this and would like you to save them all so that when I get back I will have something to read back on and maybe remember.
I did finally get around to so don’t worry any on that account. I know how you worry about things like that so thought it best that you know. That is just about all there is for now, so with regards to all and hoping this letter is the answer to your nightly prayers, I’ll close with all my love and millions of hugs and kisses.
Your son, Everett
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Military Humor –
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Farewell Salutes –
Eldred ‘Mickey’ Alexander – Center, CO; US Army, WWII, ETO, 10th Armored Division
Stephen W. Babjar (100) – Albany, NY; US Navy, WWII, PTO, machinist’s mate, PT-27/Ron 1
Malcom J. Barber – All 3 brothers – New London, WI; US Navy, WWII, PTO
Leroy K. Barber – All 3 brothers were firemen, USS Oklahoma
Randolph H. Barber – All 3 brother were KIA (Pearl Harbor)
Raymond C. Blanton – Richmond, VA; US Army, WWII, ETO, SSgt., Co. C/1/60/9th Infantry Division, KIA (Hüftgen Forest, GER)
Robert Douglas – Lynn, MA; US Army, WWII, Sgt.
Forrest T. Frost (101) – Sanger, CA; US navy, WWII, PTO, Chief Engineer, USS YOG-76
Sam Lombardo – (101) – brn: ITL; US Army, WWII, ETO, / Korea & Vietnam, Lt. Colonel (Ret.)
Donald Rowley (101) – Christchurch, NZ; RNZ Air Force # 41192, WWII
Diana Seamans – New London, NH; US Navy WAVES, WWII, communications/code breaker
William B. Wagner – Dixon, IL; US Army, 505/11th Airborne Division
Jack K. Wood – Wichita Falls, TX; US Army Air Corps, WWII, ETO, 1st Lt., Distinguished Service Cross, 344/98/9th Air Force, B-24 navigator, KIA (Ploiest, ROM)
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Posted on June 21, 2021, in First-hand Accounts, SMITTY, WWII and tagged 11th airborne, 1940's, Army, Everett Smith, family history, History, Military, Military History, New Guinea, WW2, WWII. Bookmark the permalink. 125 Comments.
“…hoping this letter is the answer to your nightly prayers.” I’m certain it was! I can imagine his mother jumping before the postman could even ring…twice.
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You can count on it! Thanks for dropping by, AJ!
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The cartoons were funny! I noticed in the Roll Call the 3 Brothers, so sad. Also the B24 Navigator who won the Dist. Service Cross and was in the raid on Ploesti if I understood the notes right, and the Infantryman, the 10th Armored Div. man, and Diana Seamans, WAVES, communications/code breaker (WWII). Stories all. Heroes all.
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I so agree.
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Is chipped beef mince? Or is it like a stew? Or is it something else?
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It is well-done, thin-sliced beef in a gravy and served on toast.
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Sounds like thin slivers of meat in a stew. I think my husband would like that!
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It’s a bit different, a white sauce. I cheat and use “Steak-ums” for the beef because it’s so easy to shred up. But here’s a professional recipe….
https://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/chipped-beef-on-toast-2171343
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Thank you for sharing these wonderful letters of your fathers
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I always told him people would want to read them !
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Reblogged this on depolreablesunite.
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Thank you, Rick.
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Liebe Grüsse aus den Bergen
und ein schönes Wochenende
Sarah
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Danke, Sarah. Ich freue mich, dass Sie vorbeikommen.
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What a strange place New Guinea must have seemed to the troops, but even stranger for the island locals to find themselves in an incomprehensible war. These letters are so interesting and it is a wonder they arrived safely.
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In the series I did of war in art, there is one painting showing natives watching a bomber go over. It puts the difference in perspective.
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The description of New Guinea from the Canberra Times article was interesting! I do enjoy your father’s letters. His positive nature is inspirational.
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Thank you so much.
And I wish you all the luck in the world!!!
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GP, I wanted you to see this if you have not already. A Video from 2008 with the late Sgt. Don Malarkey, who was part of Easy Company, 101st, 506 PIR. Pretty Cool Story.
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Outstanding, thanks for sending it!
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Thanks for your like of my post, “Revelation 5:1-14 – The Book in Heaven – 96 A.D. ;” I appreciate your graciousness.
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Thanks for your like of my post, “Tribulation Prophecies And Doctrine 11 – The Meaning Of Weeks 3,” you are very kind.
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Believe it or not, I have a jar of dried beef in my pantry right now. I don’t eat it often, but when I was a kid my mother would make creamed chipped beef (occasionally with chopped hard-boiled eggs added) and it was a favorite. It still is, although now I soak the beef for a bit to reduce that salt content.
There’s something about a landfall, and your dad certainly described that indescribable feeling well. It was interesting to read that even Gen. Swing fell victim to malaria, if not surprising. Did your dad ever have the disease? I never had a bad case, but even light cases were unpleasant.
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Dad said he had come down with a mild case of malaria. I witnessed one relapse, and you’re right, it sure didn’t look like any fun.
I always knew you and dad would have gotten along – here’s to the chipped beef on toast! 🍸🍸
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I like creamed chipped beef on toast, too. When my daughter-in-law started working at the church school she had learned in the Air Force that it was called SOS so when the kids asked what was for lunch that’s what she told them. She thought maybe it was like a gastric distress signal or something and didn’t know what it meant until the principal told her. Creamed Chipped Beef on Toast ever since, lol.
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haha, love it, Herb!! I grew up thinking that was name. When Dad overheard me say it one day, he told me the real name, real quick. (couldn’t allow Mom to hear that!)
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Hahahaha!
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Thanks for sharing these letters. I have my mother’s and father’s correspondence from the time. Most were too “lovey-dovey” to share. LOL.
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haha, I imagine they would be. Like you say, it was heir personal correspondence.
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Can’t even imagine how those boys would have felt stepping onto foreign soil for the first time and knowing that war was waging all around. While he talked to his mom about ordinary things, I imagine it was difficult. But he got his message across to her so she wouldn’t worry like all moms do. Love these letters!
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Thank you so much, Bev. And I so appreciate all you do to keep the Americana alive today in our fair country!!
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Amen!! ❤
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on Dave Loves History.
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Thank you, Dave.
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I never asked you, when did you first read your dad’s letters? Did he show them to you when you were young? Apologies if you have already told me this, GP.
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No apologies necessary, Jennie. I don’t recall if I ever told you, but I believe I was about 7 or 8. I discovered the scrapbook upstairs in a storage closet. After I realized what it was, I brought it downstairs and started asking questions.
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I’m so glad I asked you! Wonderful story, GP. How old were you when your dad died?
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My father passed in 1988, I was 38. But I fell apart like I was a child.
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Of course! ❤️
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Way to go General Swing, hanging in there even though he had malaria. So this is the letter where Smitty asks his mom to keep all his letters. Something tells me she would have done that anyway.
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Morea and likely! I wish we had kept even more when we cleaned out her house!
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I bet you do. As my dad used to say, you can’t saw sawdust. You’re lucky to have so many letters.
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Thank you, Jennie. I love them!
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You’re welcome, GP!
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What a precious gift to have those beautiful letters. And, such a great son to keep writing to his momma so she wouldn’t worry so much. But, I’m sure she worried constantly. That’s what mommas do. The written word is a legacy of love. Thanks for sharing.
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Right on both counts, Toni!! 👍😉
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Considering how awful that place sounds, your dad put a very positive outlook on it!
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The US went from the Great Depression slap into WWII with all the rationing that went with that (as though their was any more for them to give up!) – he didn’t want to add to his mother’s hardships. (I know you understand, your family probably went through it as well). He couldn’t see telling a female back home about war.
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That’s quite understandable. I imagine the censors would have something to add (or delete) too!
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I imagine so.
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What a wonderful son! His mother and father must have been so very proud of him. And pleased too, to read that phrase “when I get back”.
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My father didn’t have a dad. He left when he discovered my grandmother was pregnant. It was just the two of them for many years.
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Great letter and I like the photo with the topless locals. That must have been a culture shock for the troops and the locals. John
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They were forewarned about seeing the females, John, so they had to be on their best behavior!!
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I love the Mairzy Doats cartoon! Totally unexpected!!
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My mom used to sing it in the kitchen now and then. I always get a kick out of hearing it! I couldn’t resist having this post ….
https://pacificparatrooper.wordpress.com/2016/06/06/for-d-day-two-survivors-sing-a-wwii-foxhole-song/
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I just read the post and watched the video. Great fun!
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You might say ‘it’s right from the horse’s mouth’ having a member of that generation singing it, eh?
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For sure!
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Thanks for your like of my post, ” The Coming Kingdom 3;’ you are very kind.
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Anytime, John.
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Your dad left you a precious gift in these letters, GP. Thanks for sharing them.
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And I, as always, appreciate you reading them, John.
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😊
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So after all the boredom of day after day at sea they are thrown off into rain and mud and presented with dried egg…. I can imagine the language!
Re cargo cults mnetioned above, on one island they worshipped Prince Philip!
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I can see that, Prince Philip presents a grand picture.
I can only imagine the language too. Dad must have gotten it out of his system, as he rarely ever cursed (that I heard).
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Look up Cargo Cults. After the war all the goods plowing in ceased, and in parts of New Guinea natives held rites, and even built mock up planes to encourage the return of the “cargo”.
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Is that where the idea for the movie “The Gods Must Be Crazy” came from?
There are some areas of the Pacific that do actually still receive air drops to this day.
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Love the letter and the pictures!
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I feel pictures do more to explain a story than words ever can.
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Great story.
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I truly appreciate you saying so, Rich.
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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Thank you, Ned.
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Love the letters home from our soldiers. Great humor as usual.
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Thanks for noticing, Jacqui. His letters describe him better than my words ever could.
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I’m sure your Dad had a lot of surprises coming up!
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Hope you enjoy them. Dad wasn’t one to write about war.
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Sensible man, we’re sure.
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He grew up being the man of the house, so I suppose he felt he had to be.
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Your dad knew how much his mother worried about him. His love and deep affection shine through all his letters. They are a treasure for you to have, GP.
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Yes, they are, Peter. They were both very special people!
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I am very touched by the letter to “MOM! Thank you:)
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Thank you for taking the time to read it!
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More evidence that war seems a sequence of stretches of boredom interspersed with sudden, often terrifying, excitement.
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haha, isn’t THAT the truth, eh?! Thanks, Derrick!
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Imagine the uncertainty of getting so far away from home and only getting dried or canned food while the uniforms got soaking wet at once. I like your father’s dry sense of humour: “It wasn’t that the powdered eggs tasted bad — they just didn’t have a taste.”
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When I first heard Dad talk about those eggs, I said I wanted to try them – Dad just said, “Don’t bother.”
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Great letter, GP. I love the cartoons and would love to hear the rest of the joke. Wonder if my Dad wrote letters home during WWII. Would love to have read them. Stay cool this summer.
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He probably would have had to. Dad didn’t think it would be necessary, but the Salvation Army thought otherwise and one word from them and the Army got on Dad to get started!!
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Bet your grandmother appreciated him being required to write occasionally . 😉
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For sure! They were all each other had most of their lives.
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And you got the benefits. 🤗😉🥳
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Yup!
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I’m so glad she did save these letters. Thanks for sharing them with us GP. Hugs on the wing!
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I appreciate our resident chickadee for stopping by to read them too!
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And how smart he was to ask her to save his letters so that now seven decades later we all have a view into history and his story.
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Dad was a very logical, commonsense person, but it didn’t stop him from being fun to be around!
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I really appreciate reading these letters. Especially since my dad was also in. New Guinea. I love Smitty’s attitude. Thank you so much for sharing these letters.
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I remember doing research on your father’s unit. So close – We can only wonder if they ever met.
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If they had, I’m sure they got along. They seem like they were cut from the same cloth. Then again, the traits they shared were common among that generation.
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Right. I never saw a person he didn’t get along with.
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Those three brothers lost at Pearl Harbor. Lump in throat. Serving on the same ship. The five Sullivan brothers from Waterloo, Iowa, were also serving together when they were all lost nearly a year later. Not until then did they change the rule about brothers serving together.
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I just can not imagine the trauma of losing all 3 (or 5). But now they are finally coming home for burial.
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I’m glad you mentioned that. I just googled their town and the name of the ship. Thankful they’re being remembered.
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The Accounting Agency is determined to get them all!!
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I can imagine the connection to your dad when reading his letters. He writes in such a familiar way, it’s almost like hearing him talk.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Exactly! I can hear his voice when I read these.
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The weather condition on the island seems insufferable, such an ordeal on its own.
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I complain about the heat and humidity here – I can’t imagine walking around in uniform and gear!!
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My thoughts exactly. Years ago when I was a schoolboy learning about the Civil War, my 5th grade teacher explained that the soldiers on both sides wore woolen tunics. Just the thought of soldiers marching and fighting in woolen garments in the Deep South makes me feel dizzy. The same goes for those poor souls dressed in fatigues in the Pacific Islands during WW2.
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You said it!!
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Wat een waardevolle brieven die ons echt doen aanvoelen hoe het leven daar was. I can’t imagine I will eat Dryed eggs
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haha, de eieren in poedervorm waren de beste manier om te voorkomen dat de ochtend “traktatie” bederft in de tropische hitte. Eerlijk gezegd zie ik ze ook niet hebben!
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Instead of writing letters, would they text now?
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Sure – Skype, Facetime – whatever is the latest, but the grandchildren wouldn’t be able to read them unless you made a separate file I suppose.
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Love the letters!
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Thank you so very much!
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Your father really has a very positive view of things here. The letter reads even better than a letter from the vacation spot. The joke with the flag language is just priceless. Thank you for sharing, GP! Have a beautiful week! Michael xx
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I so appreciate all the attention you give to my site!!
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thank very much, Michael!
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These letters are so precious…
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I’m so happy you feel that way. To me – well I feel so close to Dad when I read them.
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