If you’re are reading this now, this means I have passed on. I have died fighting for my country, and I hope you know that I wouldn’t change that for the world. As much as it is difficult to write this, I want you to know that I love you. And I want to say thanks. Thanks for supporting me even though it was hard to let me go. Thanks for toughening me up so I was prepared for this fight. Thanks for being a great father, a great husband, and definitely a great man.
I know how hard it was to deal with Mom, and I wish I could have been there for her death. I wish I could have been there to see you one last time, to tell you my experiences throughout the war, and how proud I was and am of our country. But since I’m not here with you today, I shall tell you now so you know how much you prepared me for the war. And don’t worry Father, we won Omaha. I am so lucky to be alive, for that day was like hell.
When we first got off the boat, none of us had anytime to even breathe before we were shot at by MG 42s. I dove into the cold ocean just missing a bullet, and I only had a short amount of time to take off my vests before I drowned. I watched men sink around me as I swam up to catch my breath. I ran to the beach only to be bombarded by bullets and ripped off limbs.
Dad, it was torture. I watched my men die around me. I headed for shelter behind a hedgehog. The one next to me was hit with a bullet on its teller mine and exploded. I’ve lost my hearing in my right ear; I can still hear ringing. I was taken care of by some medics, they laid me down and gave me some morphine shots to heal my pain. I watched the bloody water waves come crashing down on the decapitated bodies and the dead fish.
Father, I love you and wish you the best of luck.
The Germans may be strong, but the Americans are stronger.