1944...First and foremost, thank you for your service, and thank you for taking the time to post your pictures. As all of my grandfathers served during WWII (including one to land at Normandy at around H hour plus 5 or so), I have always been fascinated to see images/movies/etc from the War. I do not know you, I will never know you, but seeing pictures taken by a fellow Aggie makes me feel like I am looking at pictures from a member of my own family. There is sense of ultra-realism that you do not get from looking pictures in books or those shown on television.

Also, I am always in awe of the modesty that your generation exhibits. "We just did our job." "Everyone else would have done the same thing." "I'm not a hero, but I served with a bunch of them." Never have I met a veteran of WWII who wanted any of the tremendous amount of credit that they deserved. And that just goes further to cement with me the sentiment that you sir are indeed a member of the greatest generation that our country has ever and likely will ever know. As an active duty officer in the US Army currently, I am proud of our soldiers today. I am proud of the young men and women that I serve with. But I am fully convinced that many of today's soldiers would not be able to stand up to the rigors of the European or Pacific Theatres, myself likely included in that statement. Furthermore, I am fully convinced that America will never again respond to ANYTHING the way She did to the attack at Pearl. I don't mean this to be an indictment of any person on this board, but more so of today's society in general. At least my little piece of the world right now is inhabited with people who don't have enough respect for their fellow man to stop texting while driving 80mph on the highway, to hold open a door for someone behind them, or to even acknowledge that another human being other than themselves has a need in this world, much less to go to war for their country. The sense of self entitlement and of being "owed" something simply because you are alive in America sickens me.

Thankfully, you kids in 1941 were raised differently and thought differently. You went half a world away from your friends and family, many of you before you were legally able to vote or buy a beer. You lived through a hell that no one else will ever know or could ever imagine. You fought. You fought for your country. You fought for people all across your country. People you did not and would not ever know. You kids over there doing your job did something that will likely never be done again, not because of lack of conflict, but because of lack of people who care enough to do what you did. You fought. You won. You did nothing less than save the world. And for that, I will eternally be grateful to you and your fellow WWII veterans.

Here are some more I managed to find in another photo album.

The war is now over

Camp Philip Morris near Le Harve, Fr.



Red Cross Club. Camp Philip Morris



Theater. Camp Philip Morris



Chapel. Camp Philip Morris



Barracks. Camp Philip Morris



Inside barracks



Boat Shipment List. Awaiting your number to return home.



Docks



The Sedalia Victory. My ride home.



Nine days at sea on the journey home.



Back at A&M 1946. The Fighting Texas Aggie Band.





Bon Fire 1946







I may be mistaken, but this is the first year I recall a crane being used.