Madam Speaker, I thank the gentleman from Alabama (Mr. Moore) for this Special Order, and what a special time it is. As the son of a World War II vet myself who was in the Pacific, and as a former Army enlisted troop and former Army Air…
Madam Speaker, I thank the gentleman from Alabama (Mr. Moore) for this Special Order, and what a special time it is.
As the son of a World War II vet myself who was in the Pacific, and as a former Army enlisted troop and former Army Air Force officer myself stationed in Germany during the seventies, it is a great honor that I have the opportunity to read a letter written by a World War II and D-day veteran, U.S. Army Major Ellsworth Hill, written to his family back home on June 14, 1944:
Dear Florence, Barbara, and Nancy, this one letter to all
three will have to suffice for the time being for there is
scarcely an idle moment to write. When there is an idle
moment, I usually am so tired that I just fall asleep.
Today, however, I have had some time to myself and have
been far enough away from activities to really enjoy myself.
As you may surmise, I am somewhere in France--just where is,
of course, not to be disclosed, but as the papers have
carried the story of D-day, you know that it was on the coast
of Normandy.
The going for the past week has been quite rugged,
particularly for an old man like myself, but I have found
that I could keep up with the youngsters. You should have
received a letter from me dated June 5, but nothing has been
written in the meantime.
All the things incident to the landing on the beaches and
the first few days here can be left for future communication.
What can be said now would hardly do justice to what
happened. Maybe as things develop, I can write you of my own
experiences.
It so happened that I went over with the first attachment
of the Advance Section, and because of that, I have had a
bird's-eye view, or should I say a foxhole view, of this
show. The magnitude of it is beyond all comprehension.
For the past week, I have been living in a pup tent--that
is, when we have had a chance to even pitch it. I sleep on
the ground, and I mean sleep. Tottering around with a pack,
side arms, and K rations through the country and up and down
hills has been pretty strenuous exercise. By way of
diversion, there is an occasional air raid or some artillery
shelling of the roads that we are traveling on.
Fortunately, the weather has been marvelous. Only one day
of rain, and that wasn't too bad. When I stop to think of it,
I find that I am feeling pretty marvelously well and am
really in good physical shape.
The spot where our camp is located right now is in a very
picturesque country. I don't know whether Mummy has been in
this part of Normandy, but if she has, she can tell you how
pretty these French farms are.
Tonight, I had the first cooked meal in over a week. I went
up to a little French cafe in a small village and, believe it
or not, had a steak, French fried potatoes, strawberries, and
a bottle of wine all for 100 francs, about $2. I am enclosing
a 5 Franc note for Nancy's collection of whatnots.
The people here are getting excited over what they say is
their liberation. As one drives through the villages, they
chase and wave, and every farmer wants to give you wine, but
with it all, there has been destruction. Some of the most
beautiful chateaus have been devastated, and whole families
have been made homeless.
Because I can tell you so little about what is going on and
because I am sleepy, I will stop here. All I really wanted to
say was that I am well and not to have any worries about me.
With love to you all, and a word that I will write as often
as circumstances permit, Old Man Hill.
What an eye-opening letter. Folks, no one but those who were there can truly understand what our D-day and World War II veterans went through, what they saw, and what they felt.
I agree with Major Hill. Without seeing it firsthand, it is nearly impossible to comprehend. However, what we can do is continue to honor the sacrifices and the memories of these World War II vets who went into Europe to fight for our freedoms and memories.
To the D-day and World War II veterans still with us today, we may never be able to repay your debt, but I pray that we never miss an opportunity to say thank you.