Lana, I was an Air Force brat and in 1951, we were sent to Occupied West Germany for 3 years. I was 10 years old. We were the second group of dependents allowed to go to Germany. My father was a bomber pilot in the South Pacific and at 20 he saw more and did more than any 20 year old should endure. And, at 10 years of age, I watched him go to maneuvers with a gun strapped to his hip which was frightening for me, and he would sometimes be gone for long periods of time flying "who knows where".... Needless to say, my life was shaped by those 3 years. I saw and experienced both good and bad and frightening, yet I came to love the German people and the country more than I can say. At 19, I married a man who was 1/2 German and loved him dearly for 35 years until his death. He was everything I loved about the German people. WAR is a terrible thing, and I still have problems reconciling the fact that one day we were bombing the "hell" out of Germany and then we were helping them build it all back. I look forward to reading this young man's journal. My father wrote a journal also, but he wrote about his youth and growing up in West Texas; I guess this is what kept him sane. I have typed up his journal and given a copy to each of my sons to read.... I don't know if I am sad or glad he did not journal about WWII. Blessings to all and I am so thankful for all the brave men and women who protect us so we can live the beautiful lives we live..... And, God Bless America. Dee
Several years ago, a small army-green metal box was found in a junk store. Inside the box were bits and pieces of the past: a few keys, vintage dice, a few scraps of paper, a homemade newspaper page, and a little black book. The little black book contained fragments of a soldier's life during the war in 1944 and 1945 while aboard the USS Refuge, listing names and addresses, references to Mom and Betty, port arrivals and departures, references to bombed cities and total destruction, mention of suicide bombers, entries of time spent in Europe and in the Pacific, then it ends... The name of the soldier is unknown. The ending to this soldier's story is unknown. Entries on this blog will coincide with entries in the diary. They will be made on the same date, more than 65 years later.
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Very interesting Lana....I'm going to follow this blog so I can keep up with the diary. So glad you discovered it.
ReplyDeleteWOW! what a great idea, i look forward to reading each entry...thanks!
ReplyDeleteLove history. This is a great idea. I will follow.
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Lana, I was an Air Force brat and in 1951, we were sent to Occupied West Germany for 3 years. I was 10 years old. We were the second group of dependents allowed to go to Germany. My father was a bomber pilot in the South Pacific and at 20 he saw more and did more than any 20 year old should endure. And, at 10 years of age, I watched him go to maneuvers with a gun strapped to his hip which was frightening for me, and he would sometimes be gone for long periods of time flying "who knows where".... Needless to say, my life was shaped by those 3 years. I saw and experienced both good and bad and frightening, yet I came to love the German people and the country more than I can say. At 19, I married a man who was 1/2 German and loved him dearly for 35 years until his death. He was everything I loved about the German people. WAR is a terrible thing, and I still have problems reconciling the fact that one day we were bombing the "hell" out of Germany and then we were helping them build it all back. I look forward to reading this young man's journal. My father wrote a journal also, but he wrote about his youth and growing up in West Texas; I guess this is what kept him sane. I have typed up his journal and given a copy to each of my sons to read.... I don't know if I am sad or glad he did not journal about WWII. Blessings to all and I am so thankful for all the brave men and women who protect us so we can live the beautiful lives we live..... And, God Bless America. Dee
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