I'm sure you'll treasure it.

condition. Do you know the location or year? Training camp or base?

I mentioned before, mom said dad worked Swedish Bofurs guns too. His unit was 883rd AAA-AW, or 838 ? with the 7th Army, Rhineland Campaign late 1944-45. Both nos. are on forms and one may be for a battalion, can't recall right now.

Unfortunately we don't have much more info. and I still need to see if the Archives can provide some more.

on his ship, a LST. Ensign then a Lt.jg, from 43 to 46.

1st lieut. 7th Army, bronze star for combat in the Rhineland in spring '45. My brother said his unit was fired on by 88s crossing a border there. And I didn't know until recently that he was KIA twice. His OCS training was near Wilmington, NC and El Paso, Texas.

You don't see it as much in wars after that, probably because it's hard to compare Vietnam, Iraq, etc., to WWII where the military -- and folks at home -- were contributing to something truly meaningful.

He could only serve as a chaplain, but continued counciling the returning disabled vets for many years.

Very cool.

Glad you were able to get it.

I've been heavy into genealogy, have a few pics of ancestors some dating to the mid 1800s. No one is interested. I haven't looked for my dad's WWII unit in a long time, but nothing was there at that time. he switched units domestically due to minor injury, tech duties, but never went overseas.

I have a whole photo album of his service, from broomsticks to desert barracks. He was always silent about his service. I only found a little based on a pack of letters home, which were of course generic because they were censored. No family talks about them, zilch. A friend tried to convince me to donate them to a museum of war memorabilia, but I don't think these things are stable over time. As likely to be liquidated to erect a building or pay the heating bill.

So what do some of you plan to do with such memorabilia and memories.

They seem to be a well financed organization.

the one i was told about was in Florida

...and would suggest you do, is to scan them and post them to to the Internet Archive (https://archive.org). Provide some background and contextual information. This will make them available, far into the future, for anyone who has an interest, personal or for research.

Stuck in a box somewhere in the basement of a small museum, they won't do anyone any good. But if they were scanned and posted, you could still do that and know that regardless of what happens to them physically, they will always be available to those who have an interest.

Congrats on the great find!

Here, he's on the right conducting a rifle safety class.



Growing up, mentions about WWII were always limited to "that hellhole of an island" that stole 2 years of his life. Being indoctrinated on TV shows like "Combat" and "12 O'Clock High" I could only image the horrors he must have endured on a battle scarred piece of rock in the Pacific. I think it was about the fourth grade that a classmate of mine mentioned his disappointment that his parents were sticking him with grandma while they went on vacation to Aruba. I was shocked! I recall going home and confronting the old man about this revelation. His offhand reply was that "it was different back then".

Suddenly all the photos of him wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and playing baseball on base made sense. When we buried him in '03 he still had his WWII suntan. And his sense of humor.

in the US. The greatest generation would have had nothing to do with koch brothers philosophy. The evil had to wait two generations to find naivity and a populace to implant their evil neoliberal seeds into. The greatest generation knew too much.

Glad you found something so wonderful to cherish. Is your Dad still with us? Was he career Army?

Our family did a nice thick poster-board documenting my Dad's life when he turned 80 (he is 92 now). Shows his whole life which included stints in WWII, Korea, and Vietnam...He has quite a few medals, including a Bronze Star and the Legion of Merit. We had those all mounted in a shadowbox for him.