āWeāre fortunate in being Americans. At least we donāt step on the underdog. I wonder if thatās because there are no āAmericansā ā only a stew of immigrants; or if itās because the earth from which we exist has been so kind to us and our forefathers; or if itās because the āAmericanā is the offspring of the logical European who hated oppression and loved freedom beyond life? Those great mountains and tall timber; the cool deep lakes and broad rivers; the green valleys and white farmhouses; the air, the sea and wind; the plains and great cities; the smell of living ā all must be the cause of it. ā¦
āAnd yet, with all that, we canāt get away from the rest. ⦠For each of us who wants to live in happiness and give happiness, thereās another different sort of person wanting to take it away. Those people always manage to have their say, and Mars is always close at hand. We know how to win wars. We must learn now to win peace. Stick our noses in the affairs of the world. Learn politics as well as killing. Make the world accept peace whether they damn well like it or not. Here is the dove, and here is the bayonet. ā¦
āIf I ever have a son, I donāt want him to go through this again, but I want him powerful enough that no one will be fool enough to touch him. He and America should be strong as hell and kind as Christ. Thatās the only insurance until human nature becomes a tangible thing that can be adjusted and made workable.ā
Letter of LT Thomas Meehan III, CO, E Company, 506th PIR, 101st Airborne Division, to his wife, May 1944.
KIA 6 JUNE 1944