|Pierre F. O’Hare
February 22, 1997
The following is a letter written by Staff Sgt. Pierre F. O’Hare, 33 726 598, 1st Battalion HQ Company, 424th Combat Infantry Regiment, 106th Infantry Division, United States Army in March of 1945 to his Mother and Father as he recuperated at Camp Butner, Durham, North Carolina. - P.Frank O’Hare
March 18, 1945
Dear Mom & Pop,
How’s the folks today. Fine as ever, I bet. Well, I can’t complain either. As I have often said before, I am a man of leisure now. Nothing to do all day but loaf. But believe it or not loafing becomes very monotonous after a time. I get up in the morning, wash and shave, make my bed, and sit around the remainder of the day. I’ve found a textbook on calculus which I study to pass the time. Bookworm O’Hare they call me. But no kidding, I really do not have anything else to do, and this passes the time away. We have very little entertainment, a movie once a week, and that is about all. But in a few days I expect to obtain a suit of clothes, then I will be able to visit the nearby town of Durham on pass. Gosh is will feel good to get loose again.
I have very little to write you. You asked me when I entered the hospital. I can tell you now. If I remember it was Christmas Eve. How well I remember that day. On the 23rd of December my unit mad an orderly retreat from the German border into Luxembourger ( I can’t spell the dam country). The Germans had us trapped on the night of the 23rd. I can tell you now that we never expected to get out. But the next morning we managed to escape. How I do not know. This was on the day before Christmas.
What was left of our unit withdrew behind our lines. On the 23rd when we retreated ( I should say withdrew, the American Army never retreats - at least they tell me.) well as I was saying, it was necessary to hike approximately twenty miles. God what a hike! I was completely exhausted but to drop out was suicide. The Jerries were on our tail. Well we hike thru mud and snow. When we pulled out on the 24th my feet were killing me. Of course I supposed I had blisters from the hike. I went to the aid station and the Doc said I had trench foot. The first hospital I was sent to was in Liege, Belgium. From there to Paris then I flown to England.
Now I know you and Dad may be worried, and do not with to mention a word about the war to me when I get home. Well you can forget them. The war hasn’t effected me to that extent. the only effect it has had is to make me realize its horrors. If the boys coming home would only tell the folks what it is all about, by folks I mean their friends, we would go all out to insure our future peace. To dam man people see too many movies. People at home sit in their comfortable arm chairs and read about the advances in the headlines and clap. The feel proud of themselves that they are Americans. But do they ever stop to think what it costs, a squad, a platoon, or a company in lives to make that advance. They never endure the hardships, they never see their pals blown to hell. What I am driving at is if the politicians, the rabble rousers could only realize what they are advocating we would have no future wars. If we need a large standing Army and Navy after this war to insure peace, I am all for it. It would be worth it. The families of the service men realize how horrible war can be. But do others? I intend to tell whoever will listen the truth. This method is the only means I have to repay those kids who died on the line. I believe this is what they would want.
Boy once I got started I really let loose. I hope you and Dad do not think me wrong.
I sure am looking forward to your box of candy. By the time this reaches you, I guess I’ll have it.
Gosh, it really is swell to talk to you and Dad on the phone. Your voices sounded so doggone good.
Say hello to Mrs. Kennedy and Uncle Bert. It is after bed time now, therefore I’ll say goodnight.
Dotty and Frank please read. It is interesting of his experiences when almost captured.
P. Frank O'Hare
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