Now that I am actually here I see that the chances of my returning to all of you are quite slim, therefore I want to write this letter now while I am yet able.
I want you to know how much I love each of you.
You mean everything to me and it is the realisation of your love that gives me the courage to continue. Mom and Pop - we have caused you innumerable hardships and sacrifices - sacrifices which you both made readily and gladly that we might get more from life.
I have always determined to show my appreciation to you by enabling you both to have more of the pleasures of life - but this war has prevented my doing so for the past three years.
If you receive this letter I shall be unable to fulfil my desires, for I have requested that this letter be forwarded only in the event I do not return.
You have had many times more your share of illness and deaths in the family - still you have continued to exemplify what true parents should. I am sorry to add to your grief —
but at all times realise that my thoughts are of you constantly and that I feel that in some small way I am helping to bring this wasteful war to a conclusion.
We of the United States have something to fight for — never more fully have I realised that. There just is no other country with comparable wealth, advancement or standard of living. The USA is worth a sacrifice!
Remember always that I love you each most fervently and I am proud of you. Consider, Mary, my wife, as having taken my place in the family circle and watch over each other.
Love to my family
Jack”
Second Lieutenant John Keith “Jack” Lundberg, navigator.
534th Bomber Squadron, 381st Bomber Group( Heavy), Eight Air Force, United States Army Air Forces.
Killed in action over Abbeville, France shortly after D-Day when his B-17 Flying Fortress was hit by anti-aircraft fire.
His body was discovered a year after his bomber was lost, and reinterred at the American Cemetery in Normandy.
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“Do you remember the story of Bill Millin of the 51st Highlanders? Forty years ago today, British troops were pinned down near a bridge, waiting desperately for help. Suddenly, they heard the sound of bagpipes, and some thought they were dreaming. Well, they weren't…
They looked up and saw Bill Millin with his bagpipes, leading the reinforcements and ignoring the smack of the bullets into the ground around him.
Lord Lovat was with him — Lord Lovat of Scotland, who calmly announced when he got to the bridge, “Sorry I'm a few minutes late,” as if he'd been delayed by a traffic jam, when in truth he'd just come from the bloody fighting on Sword Beach, which he and his men had just taken.
Just a few lines tonight to let you know that I'm fine and hope everybody at home is in the best of health. I just finished playing baseball and took a nice shower and now I feel very nice.
Hope every thing is going alright at home and don't forget if you ever need money you could cash my war bonds anything you want to. This afternoon I went to church and I received Holy Communion again today. Getting holy, ain't I?
Well Ma, thats all I got to say to-night so I'll close with my love to all and hope to hear from you very soon. Take care of yourself.
“SIXTH BEACH BATTALION
USN, C/O Fleet POST OFFICE
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
4 July 1944
My Dear Miss O'Donnell:
It is with deep regret and a heart full of sympathy that I am attempting to answer your letter addressed to the Catholic chaplain, 6th Beach Battalion, U.S.N.
Your brother, John Thomas O'Donnell, PHM1c, U.S.N. was instantly killed by heavy caliber enemy fire while approaching the French coast on "D" Day, June 6, 1944. His body was returned to England for burial. As yet, I do not know the exact location.
His personal effects will, of course, be returned to his family. I sincerely hope that his campaign ribbons were left on his clothing. I have read your very fine letter to the members of my company who were all O'Donnell's shipmates.
Some years ago, I took apart a speech I had written for a D-Day/Operation Overlord memorial ceremony and I posted some of its content to social media. It’s become something of a tradition — so I’ll do the same this year.
Each of these pictures are captioned with a short story or a final letter home, all from those who were there — on and above the beaches of Normandy, during or after the invasion.
If there’s one thing you might find yourself doing to commemorate D-Day + 79 Years, bear in mind that while we often see casualties marked in large all-encompassing numbers... in war, sacrifices aren’t just made in groups and batches.
Good afternoon, today marks the 2nd part in our series on tactical tips for the tacticool peoples of Tactical Twitter.
This thread is on nutritional consumption.
Chewing on your food wastes time and wears down your teeth. Food all comes out as poop regardless, chewing only adds to the time taken during consumption and keeps you out of the fight.
Instead of chewing, just swallow your food whole, saving you vital minutes that could be the difference between winning or ultimate defeat.
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