Born in 1924 in Oklahoma, Harold Bradley would live through the Great Depression, the Dust Bowl and become part of America´s Greatest Generation.
As a young man Mr. Bradley would join the fight in WW 2 as part of the 740th Tank Battailon.He would travel to Britain, then arrive on the Normandy shore only days after D- Day. From there his unit would travel across France and fight in the Battle of the Bulge and break through the Siegfried Line.
He would become Sergeant Bradley as a Tank commander with the 740th Daredevils and be awarded a Silver Star and a Purple Heart for his action.
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A real piece of history,dropped by the Red Army during the battle/encirclement of German troops in Kowel.Red army propaganda saying there is no way out,to end it as fast as possible to stop fighting and the loss of soldiers…. Its a brought back home item a former German soldier found during the battle of Kowel.
2 ID´s,both from Festung Breslau,issued to Oberleutnant Horst Benecke,who belongs to Battallion Seybold (issued 19.03.1945),the other says he belongs to Regiments Gruppe Seybold,Regiment Mohr and he was the leader of Battalion Seybold (issued 22.04.1945). Both documents are signed my Major Seybold. someone glued them on a piece of paper to save them to stay complete…
A christmas poem,written december 6,1942 in Stalingrad.
The write seems to be Gefreiter Georg Beck,13.Kompanie,545 Infanterieregiment (Fieldpost 42299 wich was completly destroyed in january 1943 in Stalingrad!He is still missing since 01/43 and listed in the Red Cross books as Unteroffizier.He wrote to his beloved ones at home,to his wife and children.
Here is what he wrote:
Christmas time, O feast of joy
My heart is lifted with such happy memories,
When the pealing of the bells in celebration
Heralds its coming everywhere.
How glorious it always was
In our dear home with you, our loved ones,
How different it is this year,
The enemy intrudes on our peace.
And yet the noble splendour of the flickering candles
Shall light up this celebration for you
While our comrades and I
Keep watch over our loyal homeland.
And so we shall do our duty
Steered by the Führer’s mighty hand
And we promise solemnly and will not rest
Until we have fought for the Fatherland’s victory.
Then Christmas will seem to us to rise up like new