Wednesday, August 30, 2017

England. Aug. 30, 1944

Dear Mother & all,
        Gosh time sure does
fly.  It seems just like I have
written to you this week already.
     I have been receiving my
mail quite regular lately. Cliff
and Marie are certainly doing
there share of writing lately. I
think I am receiving more letters
now than when Irene was
writing all the time. I received
a letter from her today. I guess
it is for the best. Both of us
are wasteing the best part of
our lives now. I hope she
will be happy.  It hit me hard
at first, but I think now it
is the best thing. After all it
has been a long time since we

since we have seen each other
and I know both of us have
changed a great deal.
        Marie says you have been
feeling a great deal better. I am
certainly glad of that. I hope you
soon get back to normal again.
       Gosh, mother, there isn't
much news to write about. It
is still the same here. Plenty of
work is all I can say about
it. The news you hear about
is good news to, but as you
know they must have our
work behind them, to keep them
going. I know we are doing
our part of it.
       I had a very nice letter from
Audrey the other day. I sure can't
write as long and as newsy a
letter as she did. I guess there

just isn't that much to write
about.
       Well I guess this is about
all for this letter. Please write
as often as possible. Goodnight
for now.
                           Love Ralph.


The next letter will be posted on September 4th.

Background Information (and comments):
  • Both of Ralph's sisters-in-law mentioned in this letter (Marie & Audrey) continued to be great letter writers (to each other). I remember visiting with my Aunt Audrey and having her share news that Marie had written her in their weekly letters to each other.


Friday, August 25, 2017

England. Aug. 25, 1944.

Dear Mother & all,
        Well here I am out of
school an back in England
again. I enjoyed my little trip
very much. Luella's letter
I received from her told me
about her vacation at the
lake. This was like a vacation
for me too.
       Every night after school
we would go walk on the
beach and most every night
we were swimming in the
Irish Sea. It is very pretty
country.
       The work on the farms
are years behind. All the
grain is cut and tied by

hand. Every field has a stone
wall and a hedge growing
on it, all around the fields.
The house are one story
houses, and the family lives
in one end of it in about
3 or four small rooms. The
other end they keep their
cow, horse, chickens, and
pigs. They are built of stone
and very thick walls. They have
slate roofs on the houses. It
is almost like  it I expected
it to look.
      I hope you feel much better
now. Your last letter was
written Aug 9 that I received.
I have a lot of letters to answer
now. Maybe I can find time
to answer some of them.

Irene wrote me another letter.
I guess she has found the
right person now. She said
maybe we could get together
after the war. I am not letting
it get me down, because
right now, there are more
important things to do.
       Well I guess Irma was
married Aug. 17. Charlie wrote
and said they were being
married then. Gosh he sure
is lucky to stay in the states.
Maybe we will be home
someday again. The news sure
sound better everyday. I guess
this is all for now. He is a
little present from Ireland.
Goodnight for now.
                          Love Ralph.


The next letter will be posted on August 30th.

Background Information (and comments):
  • Irma was Irene's sister.
  • I'm still not clear where Ralph was in Northern Ireland, but I like his details about the farms and houses.



Saturday, August 12, 2017

Northern Ireland. Aug 12, 1944.

Dear Mother & all,
         Yep, just as the title
says, I am going to school
up here. It really is beautiful
where I am located. I enjoy
it very much, and almost
wish I were stationed here.
     Our food here is swell.
We are eating off of plates
again for a change. Maybe that
is what makes it taste so
good.
      I have just been over to
the Eroclub. They have Coca
Cola, malted milks, fresh
eggs on toast. It certainly
is different than England.
     Of the civilian population
which I have met, they

seem like a very nice persons
to visit with. We won't be able
to go into any towns, because
we aren't allowed any passes.
     I enjoyed my trip over here
very much. It was hard for me
to sleep last night. I guess it
is to quite and peaceful here.
     How is everything back in
Michigan now? I know if
you could have a vacation
here with me, you would
soon be over your sickness.
     I won't be getting an mail
untill I get back to my permant
base again so I hardly know
what to write about.
     Ireland is just about the
way I had it pictured. Stone
fences and hedge rows. The

are all stone building here and
from the looks of the buildings
they are hundreds of years old.
    On our trip here, the women
were out soaking flaxs getting
it ready to weave. One of the
fellows with me was born
in this country. He can tell
me about most of the customs.
Everything is really neat and
they keep everything clean.
     I guess I must close for now,
or I will be telling something
I shouldn't. Maybe I have
already. Goodnight for now.
                           Love Ralph.


The next letter will be posted on August 25th.

Background Information (and comments):

  • Where in Northern Ireland is Ralph? This is a website that may have the answer, but it states that it wasn't used after May 1944. Perhaps after May it was used as a school? It is a lengthy article, but very informative about what went on at this location.
    • http://ulsteraviationsociety.org/usaaf-in-n-ireland-1942-1945
    • In July 1942, 8th Air Force Composite Command was activated in the USA, initially with responsibility for a wide range of matters but in practice the oversight of aircrew training in Northern Ireland became its almost exclusive function, although throughout its local existence the Command retained responsibility for discipline of all USAAF and US Army units here, including military personnel at the 8th Air Force Service Command’s air depot at Langford Lodge.
  • If you google "Langford Lodge" there are many articles available, including a YouTube video.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Aug. 9, 1944

Dear Mother & all,
        Received a nice letter from Luella today.
She said you were feeling much better. I am
glad of that. We have been haveing real nice
weather here lately. Today I was on a little
trip. Had some work to do away from the
base. It was a grand trip. It seemed good to
go for a little ride.
        I am going on detach service for awhile.
So if you don't hear from me I don't want you
to worry about me. I will try to write if I can.
But I know I am going to enjoy it. It is a
place I wanted to visit before I leave here
and now my chance has come.
        How is everyone at home now? Had a
nice letter from Freeman yesterday. I hope he
will be able to stay on the farm and stay away
from the army. I guess this is about all for
now. I hope you continue to improve in your
health now. Goodnight for now.
                                                 Love Ralph.


The next letter will be posted on August 12th.

Background Information (and comments):

  • This was sent as a v-mail.
  • Detached service refers to "military service away from one's assigned organization".
  • Freeman was Ralph's youngest brother. He had turned 19 on June 10th.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

England. Sun. Aug. 6, 1944.

Dear Mother & all,
      Received your letter of July 26
yesterday so you see your mail
is comeing through to me very
fast now. Also received Harley's
letter. I guess the way everyone
writes Harley has certainly changed.
I guess the Infantry makes a
man out of you.
        I hope you feel better now.
It is going to be sometime for
you to get completely well again.
But sickness just can't be
cured overnight. So just rest as
much as you can and don't worry
about this war. It is in the
bag already.
      Well as I told you before,

I guess it is all over with
Irene and me. But I was rather
blue and broken up over it.
     I didn't go to church today. I
was on the sick list. I ate
something that just didn't agree
with me. I feel better now. I have
taken medenice all day.
      Had a letter from Donna Staup
yesterday. She said it seemed
good to have her mother home
again. I will have to visit
the whole neighborhood after
I get home again.
      Harley said Duke didn't
remember him. I don't suppose
he will know me either.
     We have been haveing good
weather here lately. I hope it
stays this way for a while now.

      I have quite a few good
magazines to read now. I do get
a little time to read now. Our
work isn't so rushing now.
      I can't think of anymore
news for this letter, so I
guess I will just call it a
letter. Please write when you
can.
                         Love Ralph.


The next letter will be posted on August 9th.

Background Information (and comments):

  • Duke was the family dog.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

England. Aug. 2, 1944.

Dear Mother & all,
         How are you today? Gee
what lousy weather for Aug.
I am sleeping at night with
two wool blankets over me.
Inmagine useing wool blankets
in Aug. In the mornings you
would think it would rain,
and sunshine in the afternoon.
       Had a letter from Cliff's
yesterday. Marie always tells
me how cute Donna is
getting. Gosh how everything
at home must have changed. I
suppose it will be sometime
for me to get use to civilian
life again. Hope that won't
be long. Received my rations

tonight. I received or was able
to buy 8 ozs of salted peanuts,
a can of orange juice. Four candy
bars, and one 10 oz box of candy.
Then you have a choice of seven
packs of cigarettes or 12 cigars.
That is how our rations run
in one week. Peanuts and juice
every two weeks. It sure
seems good to get these things.
Every Monday we have ice
green now. We had fried
steaks yesterday for dinner.
We have two new cooks and
the meals are better now.
      Will you have someone
see Mr. Bailey and see if I
can get some 620 films. I
would like to take somemore
pictures.

       All the news seems to sound
very good. Churchills speech sounds
good also. You don't have to
worry about me and the buzz
bombs. I stay clear of London.
       Did you receive a letter from
my former C.O.? He told me he
would drop you a letter telling
you I am ok. I guess he knew
about your sickness from
censoring of my letters.
       I don't have so many letters
to write anymore. I guess Irene
has gone for good now. It didn't
upset me very much. It has been
so long since I have seen her.
She is a swell girl though. I
wish she could have waited. But
I guess some 4F that has a
good job talked her out of waiting.

       I don't know what her folks
think about it. It has been a
long time since I have heard
from them.
       Tell everyone I said hello
and I send my love to all. I
hope it won't be long before I am
back there with all of you.
       This is about all the news
I have for now. Please write
soon and often.
                            Love Ralph.


The next letter will be posted on Aug. 6th.

Background Information (and comments):

  • Cliff & Marie's daughter Donna was almost two years old (born Oct. 7, 1942).
  • I am pretty sure Ralph meant "ice cream", but I type what I see.
  • I could not find a specific Churchill speech, but perhaps this is what Ralph meant:
"For Churchill, the last year of the war was a time of great triumph and bitter disappointment. Allied ground forces began to break through enemy defenses late in July 1944 and were soon threatening Germany itself. "
  • Here is an interesting first person account about the buzz bombs in London. http://timewitnesses.org/english/doodbug.html
  • More on buzz bombs:

NAZI FLYING BOMBS TERRORIZE LONDON

London, England  June 13, 1944

Beginning on this date in 1944 in London, one week after the Allied D‑Day landings in Nor­mandy, France (Opera­tion Over­lord), the Germans unleashed their pilot­less flying “retali­a­tion wea­pon,” Ver­geltungs­waffe‑1, on Eng­land. Only one of ten V‑1 flying bombs launched that day from bases in the Pas-de-Calais region opposite the English port city of Dover caused any casual­ties—eight civilians killed when a V‑1 struck next to a railway bridge.
Conceived in 1937 as a radio-controlled flying drone for use in target prac­tice, these “buzz bombs,” so-called for the rhythmic coughing and putt-putting sound their pulse­jet engine made, turned into one of the crudest, cheapest, and simplest terror wea­pons ever made. Flying at an opera­ting speed of 400 mph and an alti­tude of between 2,000 and 3000 ft, the “buzz bombs” (also known as “doodle­bugs”) were diffi­cult to bring down at first. A bar­rage bal­loon belt fitted with extra cables south and east of London wasn’t terri­bly effec­tive, bringing down only 300 (15 per­cent) that reached the area. In mid-July 1944 London’s whole anti­air­craft belt was moved down to the coast. These flak guns were effec­tive when paired with the simple com­puters of the time. RAF pilots devel­oped a tech­nique of “tipping” a V‑1, meaning a pilot approached the flying bomb and tipped his wing onto that of a V‑1 to knock it off balance, sending it careening to earth. The most success­ful pilot downed 60 of these cruise missiles this way. Adolf Hitler hoped the daily rain of these two-ton missiles would force London’s evacu­a­tion (one million people did leave), weaken Britain’s resolve to stay in the war, and snatch a German vic­tory from the jaws of looming defeat after the Western Allies had firmly established themselves on the European continent in mid-1944.
Launched from fixed sites in France and Holland or from air­craft, 3,531 flying bombs reached England, with 2,420 falling on Greater London. At its peak, over a hun­dred V‑1s a day were fired at South­east England, which acquired the sobriquet “Hell Fire Corner.” The two-ton bombs with their 1,870 lb war­heads killed 6,184 peo­ple, seriously injured another 17,981, and destroyed or damaged over 1.1 mil­lion structures until the last V‑1 site in range of the British Isles was overrun by Allied forces in October 1944.
The successor to the V‑1 proved even dead­lier—a true shock-and-awe wea­pon feared for its super­sonic speed (1,790 mph at impact), silent approach from 50–120 miles high, and awful devas­ta­tion. About 3,500 V‑2 rockets were fired at London and other cities be­tween Septem­ber 8, 1944, when the first V‑2 landed on British soil, and the end of March 1945.