World War II

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Welcome to the World War II Blog! This blog will contain fictional posts created by students hopefully reflecting the experiences of people in the time of World War II. Posts are a product of student imagination, based upon research and reading about that time period. Comments are also by students, based on the same research. Due to the fact that this blog is a work of fiction, this post will remain topmost at all times so that readers will be crystal clear regarding the content herein. Others are free to comment, though should do so knowing that comments are reviewed and may in fact be rejected so as to protect the integrity of the project itself and the nature of the blog.

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Life of a soldier in WWII

      I have been out here for months. We have not had any food because rats and insects have eaten it all. I can not wait for it all to be over. Finally, when it is over, I can go to my family. Christmas is almost here and I hope we can have fun together. In the last few days five of our men have died. Well I have to go so I will write in a couple of days.

Annabel Kelog

My I name is Annabel Kelog. I am 15 years old, and I am a Jew in the during the Holocaust. For those who don't know the Holocaust was a time period from 1933 to 1945 in which approximately 6 million Jews and nearly 5 million others were murdered by the Nazis and collaborators. Right now im in a contration camp with my 2 older brothers, Nathan and Levi. We have to sleep in tiny bunks with no blankets or quilts. Levi use to keep me warm but now he is sick and afraid to even touch me. I dont know if any of us are going to make it through.

D. Day

                  June 6th,1944-D.Day

   D.Day is here. Today is the day that we will go and have a surprise attack on the Germans amid the hedgerows of Normandy. I am scheduled to be among the first soldiers to land on the beach. It's my job to demolish the barbed wire so that the rest of the troops could advance unimpeded. I worry that may be something might go wrong. After all our hardwork and planning...

A Fellow Airman

   I am a member of the Tuskegee Airmen. Today Dale White and Chauncey Spencer took off from Chicago, Illinois. They refused to give up, and they managed to collect enough money to rent an old biplane which had no lights, brakes, or advanced flying instruments, but they still achieved flight! Currently, there ate only 125 licensed black pilots in the United States, and I am one of them. I am proud to serve my country in this massive war.

                                               James Williams

Life in WW2

Life in the war has been hard. I have never been so upset. I'm starving we have food but what is the point of eating it. It's had rats eating on it and it has mold on it. I never ever go to sleep because of all the bombs and fighting. I don't want be here but I know I have to fight for my country. I miss my family, friends,and loved ones. I might just run away.There is a chance I might die but it's better than being here starving to death. I might be better off that way. I can't even stand the smells and gases. It's killing me.I'm suffering and for what reason.I don't know what to do.

On the Verge of Death

I have had some great experiences throughout this time period. Some of them have been frightening and some were exciting. However, most of them were scary. I saw things that I've never seen before. First, we started off in the air, and we invaded Normandy. By the time the first soldiers landed I he ard bombs and gunshots go off. When I landed I saw about twenty dead bodies. I was so frightened, and didn't know what to do. My fear took over me, and I was standing in shock. Then before I knew it I was hit. A bullet went right through my leg and I fell to the floor. Luckily, I had someone kind enough to help me and I made it through the tradegy.

Tuskegee Airmen

I arrived at the Tuskegee Institute on December 9, 1939 to begin the CTPT program. in th passing weeks i have been taught and tested on the general mechanics of becoming a pilot. every day we must drive 40 miles to the nearest make shift fly ground so that we may get a chance to fly. in the air the instructors do not talk much. however, once your turn is over there is a sheet that they fill out with all of your mistakes. Once you receive a certain number of mistakes you are given a pink slip. after three pink slips you are out of the program. even though ever day is a struggle, i continue to try my hardest because becoming a U.S airmen is worth the fight.

The Greatest Scientific Minds

It's taken some of our greatest scientific minds of ourtime working together to develop the bomb in such a short time. The volume of U-235 used in the atomic bombs can be held in your hands. U-235 is available in nature only to a limited extent of 0.7% of natural. To acquire weapons grade U235, Uranium must be seperated from the most abundant. This is a schematic of the method developed by E.O. Lawrence. Passing ions of uranium threw a magnetic field. Considered a gun-type bomb. A disk of uranium 235 is shaped with a center section missing. The ceter bullet is placed down the barral fron the target ring mass. A convent rural explosives is used to propel.

Today, when I woke up and got ready for school, my parents didn't seem to notice me.They were glued to the radio and my brother too.After a few minutes passed, they looked worried. My brother got up and started walking to the bus stop and I followed.He seemed really upset.He looked back and saw me as if I were a stranger.He tried to put on a smile but couldnt.He grab my hand and we stared walking again.Once we arrived the other kids were looking at us in a strange way.On the way to school I saw the bus driver glancing at us. We were the last people on the bus to get off, but before we could, the doors slammed shut.I stared at my brother. He didnt look suprised but still angry."Are you chinese or japanese" she asked. I was to scared to answer her.My brother was too angry.She opened the door,we got off.During class, I was sent to the office because someone had requested me. My brother was there. He looked really worried.Our parents were to be taken to a camp.A white bus picked us up.My brother was mumbling.something about "I can't believe they did that to Pearl Harbor." "Did what" I asked. "You'll see". He gave me a hug and hold me.I was terrified.

Auschwitz Camper

Dear Journal,

Than God I'm able to hide this journal from the others. I'm so sick and weak, it's unfair that we're treated like this. In the line up, they had to drag me and hold me up. As our commander walked by she smelled my stench.

She was disgusted and amazed by my weakness. She had us put to the test. We were to be on our hands and knees for one minute. After the minute was up, she nudged me with her toe so I could see the girl I "killed" She said I shouldn't be so weak next time. I scoffed at her. I knew where the poor girls body was going to be burned. The other day, I saw children being lined up for the gas chambers. It hurt me so. Its all the death and misery to write about until next time.

                         Idalia Freeman

The Gwechen Story

It's been a week since I've been captured and taken to a concentration camp in Auschwitz. I was lucky enough to hide my journal and not be seen with it. I am only 14 years old and my name is Natasha Gwechen and I was born in Germany. My family has been split up because of the Nazis. First my father was taken away from me, so it was just me, my mother, and my two sisters. A few days after we were in the camp my mother was transfered to another camp. They called it a labor camp. They took her away during the night while me and my sister were sleep. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I weeped for three days thinking i would never see here again. Not so long agter my mother my sisters wer sent to a death camp because the people said they were of no use to them. I cried even more after there death.The person I know I can blame for this is Hitler. He is the reason for me losing my family. The main cause why my family is not with me. For that, I will never forgive him.

Leo Szilard

I was born on

February 11, 1898

in

Hungary

. I was probably the first scientist to conceive of how an atomic bomb might work. I later wrote that the concept of a nuclear chain reaction "suddenly occurred to me" in Sept. 1933 while taking a walk thru the streets of London. For the next six years I tried to keep this concept a secret, since I knew what Hitler could do with such a bomb. But other scientists came to understand the nuclear chain reaction concept. In Dec. 1938 German scientists split the uranium atom, German aggression increased in

Europe

, and in Sept. 1939

Germany

invaded

Poland

. By now I believed the race was on for the atomic bomb. After World War II, I continued my efforts to bring nuclear weapons under control. I also founded the Council for a Livable World, which continues to work for peace to this day.

Worried

As a journalist i am excited to be in Germany, but at the same time I am worried. I was recently informed of two reporters being injured while taking pictures of the battlefield my training before coming out here prepared me for

Female Bomber

July 30, 1942, President Roosevelt signed a bill that allowed all three branches to recruit women.As we proved that we can handle many different responsibilities, we were given the opportunity to learn new skills.If a single woman became pregnant, which was scandalous in the 1940's, she was given a dishonorable discharge, which was a step usually reserved for someone who had committed a crime. The American industry produced most of the war's materials. Our uniforms that we worked in were often leather gloves, leather pants, big hoods, a leather jacket, and a pair of goggles. As men went to the war, over 6 million of us women took their places on factory floors ans assembly lines.As you read, we have done alot during World War II.

The Polio Treatment Facility

Dear Journal,

      I am working here in the Roosevelt Warm Springs Institute for Rehabilitation. It is very difficult .Putting the paritents into the iron lung and the bath is one of the harder things.

Hans Bethe

We have almost finished the atomic bomb. It is becoming a great work and it will be used for good. While I have had time I have been working on my nuclear reaction theroy. The theroy has used in this work. They say when the atomic bomb is finished it will kill about 250,000 Japanese people. Even though I am excited about our success in the bomb, I am terrified by the events that will happen after the bomb is released.

Photojournalist

Dear Diary,

       Today is April 5th,1942 and I have just started my job as a photojournalist for world war 2. I have been a journalist for vogue in the past, but now I'm tired of being a fashion journalist. I have volunteered my work at the Red Cross, and Womens Army Corps. I took my first pictures in Germany of a few orphaned children. It was sad to see.The war is getting worse as time goes on. Many have women have been wounded or killed trying to do their job.Rebbecca Williams was wounded yesterday trying to take photos of a battle right outside of Berlin.This morning she had to return to the U.S because the condition that she's in, it will take her a while to recover.Many people have refused to allow us women to even come out here.My parents even disagree with my decision, but one day women and men will be treated equal.

Patient Xiomara Nichol

  I am slowly melting away in this iron prison that is keeping me alive physically but not in spirit. The polio worsens as I write. It also feels as if the cold steel tube is getting smaller each day, trying to slowly suffocate me. The fatigue is slowly sapping my strength and I am afraid that soon I will not be able to record the recent events occuring. Nevertheless until then I will use every bit of my energy I have left to record whatever I can. I actually feel somewhat special to be in the same treatment facility (Warm Springs Institute for Rehabilitation) as Franklin Roosevelt. I wonder if we might ever have a conversation.

   Sometimes the nurses might take me out of this thing and put me into a cool pool of water. They sit and watch me as I lay in the water. There is no washing or bathing, I just merely sit and soak up most of the water in the tub until I look like a human replica of a prune. Then they might put me in a wheel chair and wheel me back to the cold steel prison. There is nothing interesting about the days of my life. All of it is the same, every hour of every day. I guess it is what to be expected when you are as sick as I am.

Colonel Maes Hughes

Every day has been a fight for survival. D.Day came around and reered its ugly head. I was one of the many soldiers carried among the ships to take us across the English Channel. Some of the soldiers said the "D" in D.Day " stood for "Disembarkment" or "Departed".That very day to kick off the war we started with the release of 13,000 bombs. My ears still ring from that moment. By the time it reached nightfall 9,000 of my fellow soldiers had died or had been wounded, but more than 100,000 made it to shore. This is a day I won't soon forget.

Polio

So as I sit here, I see many people come in here. Many people have a bad case of Polio. Many people are dying. As I see them die, I feel bad for the families. As I see the ones that don't die I see a lot of pain in their eyes. More as of they want to give up on life. As though the ones that have not died yet have seen the ones that have died know that is hurtful and painful death. It makes me want to keep trying on life.

Missing you

DEAR MOM,

I sure miss your sweet potato pie. The war is not doing so well,people are dying everyday and I have to write about it. There's a lot of danger involved with this job, but thinking about home helps me to survive. I got a big news coverage on the Nazi bombing (1940).Many of the soldiers count on me to keep them up with the news and how the war is going it just makes my job a little better knowing I'm helping out in the war. Mom I hope that this letter will asure you i'm doing fine and missing you dearly.

                                  Love,

                      Ernie Pyle (your beloved son)

Hello I'm Ernie Pyle, and I'm a journalist!

Dear Mom,

  I miss you so much! I hate being here. I have to write about the horrible things that I see here at war day-in and day-out. But, I probably shouldn't be complaining because this is my job, and this is what I want to be...a journalist. People are dying here everyday. There's barely any food to eat and water to drink. The nights are the hardest for me. I can't get any sleep because I'm afraid that I'll be captured or killed while sleeping. It's too dangerous here...I've developed the fear of being alone, and I'm afraid to go anywhere by myself! But, to try to keep our minds off of things, and to pass the time by, some of the other journalists and I often make up games to play. I can't wait to come home and see everyone! Until then, I will write everyday to you!

                                                         Your Beloved Son,

                                                            Ernie Pyle

                                                   

Female Journalist

I am a female journalist during world War II. Life as a journalist is an intresting job. Many women start off at newspaper and printing factories. Women journalist have to keep up with the war every single day. When the women get in touch with the Generals, they quickly start to put headlines in the paper so they can ship them out for the people to read.

WWII Soldier

         The 29th division and I went to Omaha Beach. This was the day and place that we dubbed Bloody Omaha. My 29th division and I were one of the two divisions to be assigned to protect Omaha Beach because it is the link between Utah on the west and the British beaches on the east. When we first arrived here we came face to face with obstacles of mines, rows of barbed wire, and entrenched concrete gun placements. I fear for what is in store for me in my journey.

                                  Corporal Lewis Berry of the 29th division

Life as a Jew, during World War II

I am a Jew. My name is Shirley Stein and I am 14 years. Right now World War II is going on.I use to think that my religion was great but now I am getting punished for it. Hitler is taking all the Jews and putting them in concentration camps. It seems everyday concentration camps get harder. When I wake up I think "I'm one day closer to dying." instead of another day to live." Every night I have nightmares about the day that me and my family were caught. Just hearing the soldiers shouting. That day I was separated from my family. It's just me, my mom, and my sister. I haven't seen my dad or my brother in a long time. I miss them so bad. I don't want to be here. I want to go home.

Helen Dortsch Longstreet

Helen Dortsch Longstreet was known as the "fighting lady". She put her heart, financial resouces, persuasice word and spirit into righting the wrongs of the world and altered the lives of Georgia citizens through her efforts. Shewas born in Carnesville in Northeast Georgia. She attended Georgia Baptist Female Seminary. In 1898 Helen was appointed pointmaster in Gainsville. She was the first woman to hold this position in the state. At the age of 80, Helens fighting spirit gained national publicity for the effort to employ women in defence industry when she went to workas a riveter at the Bell Bomber Plant in Marietta.

Dale-Pearl Harbor

I was born 1916. i grew up in a small town in Illinois named Matoon. I met Johnie at a uiversity at 1936. That was during the great deppression. I wasnt able to afford all of my tuition. So i joined the navy. They sent me to the Pearl Harbor in Hawaii. In 1941 I became the first class petty officer. Thats when I asked Johnie to marry me. Then on December 7 bombs started to fall. you know the rest.

Woman Go To Work

   Just a few weeks ago Pearl Harbor was bombed. We are now involved in World War II.
   Hello, my name is Tamera McCollum. I just turned eighteen and I am about to graduate high school. The war is intense. All the men are over seas, including my husband. Since all the men are over seas, women are greatly needed. Most of us are going to work at the Bell Bomber Plant- that is where they build war planes and boats. There are other places that woman worked, though. We could work as police officers, taxicab drivers, members of the symphony orchestra, and many other things. Surprisingly, us woman did most of the men's work. We ran farms, harvested vegetables and fruits.
     As for me and a few of my girlfriends, we worked at the Bell Bomber Plant. We helped design and put together war planes. We also built boats. The PT boats were built upside down. When we were down building them, we turned them over with a electric motors and gave them a number.

   I am glad I get to be apart of this war, and helping the soldiers. It is a great honor. But, I do wish that the war would be over soon so I can see my husband and start a family.

Stationed in Oahu

I am stationed in Oahu.I witnessed an attack at Pearl Harbor.It is 7:52 A.M., The first planes just roared over Oahu. It is December 7, 1941. 183 Japanese war planes took off from the Akagi and began flying toward Pearl Harbor. It is very cold and I will soon run out of food. The first bombs fell at 7:55 A.M. It is overcrouded in my barrack, because same fo the other ones got bombed. There is very little food because they said the food supply got shot down. Some people have contagious diseases and are dying. These are very horrible living conditions and I am scared for my life. 

Bessy Hajek

Hello my name is Bessy. My little sister is Hannah. she was recently taken to a concentration camp. She was born in Czechoslovakia. She only lived until she was four. I wish I could have seen my little Hannah before she was taken away by those mean Nazi soliders. Mother let me hide and stay behind If father had something to say about it, I would have gone with them to the concentration camp. I wish my little Hannah didnt have to die. She's only four. She shouldn't have had to die this way. Those stupid men don't care anything about us. All they do is throw us in the gas chamber and leave us to die. She was a sweet and innocent girl. They didnt let her speak they just took her in and killed her. My poor Hannah.

Ruth Seiger

My name is Ruth Seiger. My sister's name is Reya Seigher. Our family was captured by the the Germans on Septenber 6,1939. The Jewish community has seized and they are burnig down our synagogues. We were forced to a sealed-off ghetto where it wasn't sanitary and was overcrowded. Now we are going to the Belzec death camp. I am really scared. I had plans for my life but I guess they don't matter now because I'm going to die. My family and I are still hopeful but I guess we will see what happens.

soldier in a weird home

Dear Dad,

Here in the war, the conditions aren't too good. We have to eat molded bread that's been chewed on by rats. Its cold and these jackets we have are paper thin, and the uniforms are itchy. We have these makeshift burrows that we get in to to be safe in the war.

the day as a helper

Today was a very hard day for the family and I because we had sixteen new Jewish people knocking on our door for help. Not that I don't mind helping those in need, its just after a while it gets annoying and very painful emotionally and physically and it really hurts to see these children begging for help. It's gets annoying and painful to have to see these children and adults barely breathing and for me to have to look at that is killing my mind,body, and soul,its unbelievable. How dare they treat anyone who believe in god like this. They are discriminating against the Jewish and they call themselves Christians.

Leo Butichelli

                               D-Day

Yesterday was a hard day. I witnessed many of my friends who I fought with die. we had to invade Normandy. This was a big and deadly battle. They say that this day is forever going to be known as D-Day. I followed General Patton all the way through. After that day I think  I would go with Patton anywhere during this war. This has been my first break in a long time I am ready to go home but I have been making friends and we have been trying to make the best of this war. Well I have to go we just got word that we are going to Cherbourg France to try to take over their port.

Miep

                                                       July 20,1942

            On July 6, 1942 the Frank family took to hiding in the attic above the family business. On July 13, 1942 the Van Pel family joined the Frank family in the Sercet Annex to hide from the Nazi's.  I could get into so much trouble for hiding jews above the Frank business, but I am willing to risk my life to help save anyone that I can!!

Soldier ready to go home

    Man, today is just the first day of me being at war. The smell are disgusting from all the dead people.I do not like seeing all these dead people. I can't wait to go home, but until then I am fighting for my country proudly. There is nothing here to do or to eat. I am bored and starving and ready to go home.

Photographer During WWII

Dear Family,

Hi it's me Mary-Ann, how are you guys doing??? Well as you all know, I'm out here taking pictures of the war. It's really different out here I really dont like to take pictures of what I see. Sometimes the photos are good and then other times their just terrible. Having to take a picture of someone who is dead or a man with his leg cut off gets really scary. There are days when I don't even want to leave the office because of the things I might see. I long for the day when I can see you guys again!!!I think about it all the time. Well I must be going I have pictures to take.

Love ya'll,

Mary-Ann

Terese Bonny

Today was my first day filming. It was really hard to leave my family but someone has to let the world know what's going on in war country. So far nothing has happen. But I do realize that filming during war is quite uncomfortable. My partner and I have to be extra careful around the battles.

World war II soldier

MY NAME IS CHARLES HUNTER. THIS WAR IS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE. I MISS HOME. IM THINKING ABOUT MY FAMILY, MY WIFE, MY KIDS, MY MOTHER AND FATHER. I WANT TO GO HOME I DONT EVEN EAT UNTIL I'M TO THE POINT WHERE I'M STARVING. I WISH I WOULD HAVE NEVER SIGNED UP TO GO INTO WAR,BUT I STILL FEEL I HAVE TO DO WHAT I HAVE TO DO FOR MY COUNTRY.

Amanda Fure

             Hi my name is Amanda Fure. I am a Jew. Im so scard that I'm going to be sent to a concentration camp. They found my mom and little sister. They took them and killed them. When they they were done. They put them in a dich to rot. My dad and I have lived in this little shack for two years. Here come the Nazis. Please try to help me.

                                         Amanda Fure

Tori Lucey Flannner

November 11, 1944

Today was a very tiring day. It began with a meeting and speech to empower women, spoken by my mentor Therese Booney. After that, Mrs.Booney and I continued on to a meeting for woman in the press. This left me feeling high, and that though I was a female, and thought inferior to men, I could do more than just housekeep. I could do anything I wanted to. Sadly this feeling did not last long as I went to a meeting for the local newspaper I worked at. As I talked in the meeting, I shared an idea I had thought of in the past days. I was politely told to shut up and the men continued talking. A member later restated my idea and was praised. Many women continously tell us we're worth it [sic] but how can we believe that, if no one else does?

Miep Gies

I was born with the name Hermine santrouschitz in 1909 in Vienna, Austria. Later on, I left my family for economic reasons and I was sent to Leiden, Holland. I started living with a host family and that is when my name was changed to Miep because Hermine was too formal. In 1942, I was asked by Mr. Otto Frank to hide him and his family from the Nazis. I was a good friend of Otto Frank because I used to work for him. I hid the Franks at the secret annex which was a building at the rear of Otto Frank's place of business. The Frank Family was not the only family I hid; I also hid the Van Pels Family and my dentist, Fritz Pfeffer. Sooner or later, the family was found and sent to a concentration camp. Otto Frank was the only survivor. He discovered Anne's diary and had it published. I was never scared of hiding the families because I knew what was right and if you were in my position you would have done the same.

In the factory industry

As my husband marched to war i marched into a factory. i have 3 children but the factory industry offers child care. even though at the time we were getting paid 31.21 a week. while men got paid 54.65 a week. but the money coming was better then nothing. i also wanted to show that us women could do these kinds of jobs.i would work hard building bell bombers and sometimes they would give us meals to bring home to our families. when time comes hopefully my husband will come back and i will be back at home. but if not i hope my pay will go up because then i will be the only person holding up my family.

my life as a photographer

My name is Anne Brown. I am a World War II photographer. When I was taking these pictures of the war I was afraid. Afraid of getting shot etc. I couldn't be afraid. I  had to take my pictures and keep going. While I was there I noticed what these people were actually doing (fighting) was for our freedom. I didn't think that it was such  a big deal until I started being a photographer. Being a photographer has tought me to take the war more seriously as well as my pictures.

AS STRONG AS A MAN.

During my life time I worked at the factory."we turned heaps into hope" with mean we make planes. we did not have many part to make the air plane, so we melt cars to make the parts for the air plane.I was always up to work. In the year of 1944, I was still working, but the only thing I was getting paid was only 21-31 dollars a week. I could not believe that, but what can I say, money is money. On the other hand, the men were getting paid 54-62 dollars a week. I was very angry. "You've got to make the money, don't let the money make you. So what could I say?????I have two kids and am a proud wife of the army.I am getting paid and I'm very successful.We as women are as strong as the men!!!!!

photographer journal

Being a photographer Covering the War Overseas is really hard.I have to be running around to take pictures to report them on the newspaper. I feel butterlfies in my stomatch when its time for me to get out there to take pictures.I get sick off taking pictures of dead and sick people.Having blood getting on you sometimes is really gross.It's really a hard job because you're  risking your life out there but you have to do it because its your job.

Cassie Ransom

My fiancee', Clarence, just so happened to land me a job at the Bell Bomber plant.I will be working about 8 hours a day and making an average of $13.00 a week(not half as much as Clarence). The best part is Clarence is in association with the Bell Bomber too. Although we won't really be spending time together. Clarence is in war and I am working the assembly lines in the main plant.I can continue on this work schedule for a while, but soon the baby will arrive and that is when I will need Clarence more than the country needs him at war. Let's hope he makes it home soon.

Ernie Pyle

I was born on Aug.3rd 1900, on the Sam Elder Farm,Located South and West of Dana,where my father was then tenant of the farming. In 1919 I enrolled at Indiana University in Bloomington. I left the university in 1923,just short of finishing a degree in journalsim,to accept a reporters job at th LaPorte Herald. On July 25th 1925,I married Minnesota native Grealdine Sieblods. By 1926, we quit both of our jobs,to barnstorm around the country. In 1927, I returned to the Washington daily news and began the country's first-ever daily aviation column. We re-married on March 10th 1943, and my wife died in late 1945.

Mararet Swanson

I work at Lockheed Bell Bomber Plant in Marietta.Here, I'm treated just the same as the white women because we are all workin for that same cause.My husband Andrew is fighting in the war. He just left last week. The only reason he came, was because I just had my baby Isabelle. My husband doesn't want me working at the bell bomber plant but I told him I wanted to help. And, I need to feel useful. Even though we don't get paid that much, I want to help the soilders fight for our country.

Maria Pyle the Female Journalist

Hi, my name is Maria Pyle, I am so worried about my husband going into this war.As the days go by, I have seen many things happen. I have seen guns, bombs, and other very violent weapons. There are many soldiers that are very protective. I hope that my husband is protected. Years ago,my father travelled to England in 1940 to report the battle in Britain. I then took that experience and became a World War II journalist. I have also seen a large number of soldiers that were killed. I am so worried about my husband getting hurt or killed. I pray that all the soldiers are well and will be safe.