You can thank my brother Mike. He's completely unlike me. For one thing, he's responsible. If it were up to me, those old letters would probably be rotting at Chrin landfill. But he preserved everything. It's all in nice three ring binders. He even has labels and plastic paper protectors.
Those eight posts are more instructive than anything I've written in nearly one thousand entries on this blog. I thought I'd group them together for those of you who stumble across this blog over Christmas. You can read about some Americans who spent their 1944 Christmas crammed in boxcars with no food or water.
Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays!
A Christmas Present From Kurt Vonnegut
O'Hare's WWII Diary: "We are Being Looked After Like Pet Children by the Russians"
O'Hare's WWII Diary: Still No Word About Dresden Firebombing
Americans are Prima, not Schwein
O'Hare's WWII Diary: Half-Starved Soldier Worries About Brother in South Pacific
Battle of the Bulge: Language Error May Have Saved Lives
O'Hare's WWII Diary: A Final Glimpse at a Time When We Were "Prima"
O'Hare Describes WWII Firing Squad: "German Justice Taking Its Usual Course . . ."