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DEAR BUD-                

Glad to recieve your letter telling about your improvements at home and getting a leave. Bet the old place looked good even though it is getting a little worn. Sure wish I could get back to see it real soon, but got to help win this damn war over here first. The more I fly and drop bombs, the more I know how damn foolish this war is. I Don't know whether Mom told you about my "experience" or not so I'll tell you here supposing that she never. We were on a bombing mission to "Der Fatherland" - where, I can't say, nor when--but we were up to no good.
Also it wasn't a nice day as I've yet to see one over here. We were up in the air about 5 miles plus minding our own business and just going into the bombing run when some sad character on the ground decided to try out his new flak gun. He fired the thing a few times and together with his comrades proceeded to shoot out two of our engines--in retaliation, we got bitter and dropped our bombs on the city. Everything was fine save that we were deep in the heart of Germany with only two engines and had lost our formation because we couldn't stay up with them and were sweating out enemy fighters. Four of our fighter escorts felt sorry for us so they flew over us watching out for the Luftwaffe--gee, did they look beautiful. Well to make a long story short, we lost another engine over enemy enemy territory and had the choice of bailing out over Germany and becoming P.O.W.s or sticking with the plane to the border. We stuck and bailed over the front lines. On the ground we got a great reception from the Belgians when they found out we were Americans and not German paratroopers. I've never drank so much cognac in my life.
We are back flying again-- in fact have been for some time--and I may finish up over here in a couple dozen more missions if someone feels sorry for me.
Write more about what you're doing back there and I'll try to do the same.
Got to get some sack time so will be closing now.
Write!
Love, DeDe


Letter to a Brother, (Lt. Ross "DeDe" McCollum)

July 6, 1944, India

 

 

 


Hello Darling,

   Gee I'm happy today. I got a very sweet letter from the girl I love and also 2 wonderful pictures of her. Honestly dear I think the pics are terrific. I got another very sweet letter from you about four days ago but this is the first chance I've had to answer any letters in the past week. As you probably noticed I am back in India again. Actually there's not very much difference in being in Burma or India except that here living conditions are better and we don't fly as much...Last night I saw a very amazing thing. About 8:30 p.m. we were just sitting around talking when one of the boys looked to the north and saw of all things a rainbow. It was at least an hour after sundown so how a rainbow could form without sunlight--don't know but there it was. It was a very beautiful sight. I'm glad to hear that you are liking your camp life better now. I like the "out-of-doors" a lot myself but after having lived that way for the past year I'll gladly settle for good old Milwaukee for awhile. The past 3 nights I've stayed up till about 1 or 2 o'clock just sitting outside talking with a few of my better friends. I like to sit up these warm bright nights and watch the white clouds and dark shadows move in the night. That's when I miss you the most, darling. At night when wverything is so still and quiet. On the nights I sit up alone I can feel you very close to me. Sometimes we sit and talk and sometimes we pretend we are just sitting there with our arms about each other with our hearts beating as one. Best I don't dwell on the subject just now cause I miss you so much right now it seems as though my heart is going to burst. I'd better close now, dear. Thanks again honey for the very lovely pictures and I hope that by now you have reieved the ring and the pictures I sent several weeks ago.
I love You, Jack

Letters to Wife's. & Fiancee's

There are many times while I am out in the
field that I really feel the need to talk to you.
Not so much about us but what I have on my
mind. I can tell you that I love you and how
much I miss you in a letter and I know you
will recieve it and know what I mean,
because you have the same feelings. But
many times like tonight--I am out on
ambush with eleven men and a medic--
after everything is set up and in position I
have nothing to do but lay there and think--
why I am here as well as all the men in my
platoon?...why I have to watch a man die or
get wounded--why I have to be the one to
tell someone to do something that may get
him blown away--have I done everything I
can do to make sure we can't get hit by
surprise?--are we really covered from all
directions? How many men should I let
sleep at a time--1/4, 50% or what?...
Being a good platoon leader is a lonely
job. I don't want to really get to know any-
body over here because it would be bad
enough to lose a man--I damn sure don't
want to lose a friend. I haven't even had
one of my men wounded yet let alone killed
but that is too much to even hope for to go
like that. But hard as I try not to get involved
with my men,I still can't help liking
them and getting close to a few. I get to
know their wives names or girls and
kids if they have any. They come up and
say, "Hey 26"-- they call me 26 because
that is my call sign on the radio--"Do you
want to see a picture of my wife/girl?" or
"look at what my wife or girl wrote" ...
If I had prayed before or was religious

enough to feel like I should--or had the right
to pray now--I probably would say
one every night that I will see the sun
again the next morning & will get back
home to you.
Sometimes I really wonder
how I will make it.
My luck is running way
too good right now. I just hope it lasts.
I have already written things I had nev-
er planned to write because I don't want
you to worry about me abyway. don't worry
about what I have said; these are just
things I think about sometimes. I am so
healthy I can't get a day out of the field,
Hon, I better close for now and try to
catch a few z's. It will be another long night.
Sorry I haven't written more but the
weather is against me. You can't write out
here when it rains hour after hour. I love
you with all my heart.
All my love always, Dean

The letters published here for Memorial Day, May 20, 2000, evoke the same emotion in a plainer poetry of their own. They are the last letters the soldiers-authors are known to have written, living testimonials from ordinary men who only suspected they were about to die. There is no vainglory in theses missives, just the eternal mystery of man's preference for the call to arms over the Golden Rule.

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