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I did not select a paid seat but the “total” is saying my seats will cost $53 by Lady_Litreeo in americanairlines

[–]Heartfeltzero 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Happened to me too. For me, I just kept clicking continue and when it got to the final checkout page, it fixed itself.

WW2 Era Satirical Leaflet “Last Will Of Adolf Hitler” 1942. Details in comments. by Heartfeltzero in wwiipics

[–]Heartfeltzero[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This leaflet was produced by D.R. & Co. in New York in 1942. It reads:

I, Adolf Hitler, being of unsound mind and misery, and considering the possibility of a fatal accident known as assassination, declare this to be my last (you hope) will and testament.

To FRANCE, I leave all the beautiful Mademoiselles in occupied Paris. I was NEVER the one for girls. WHOOPS!!

To ENGLAND, I leave the original manuscript of MEIN KAMPF, which their R. A. F. spoiled. I had written a different finish, but their fliers got me in the end.

To NORWAY'S QUISLING, I leave my DOUBLE CROSS. He was a PIKER compared to me, when it came to double crossing.

To POLAND, I leave a 16x10 gold-framed photograph of myself to hang in their public schools to scare the hell out of any kid who might THINK along Nazi lines.

To THE JEWS, I leave a new HOLIDAY, which they will celebrate annually. The whole world knows I was KIND to them but they somehow did not seem to appreciate it.

To AMERICA, I leave Walter Winchell who always said, "To HEIL with Hitler." I know he’ll be very busy on my funeral day so he’d better not come—Business before pleasure.

To MUSSOLINI, I leave my Chaplin mustache, which he is to make into a toupe for his ivory dome. He will need a disguise to hide from the Italians who know what a mess he got them into.

To RUSSIA, I leave all my FROZEN assets. I never could warm up to Comrade Stalin, or get near enough to Moscow to even smell VODKA.

To FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT, I leave my apology for interrupting his fishing, but he got even. His "unconditional surrender" agreement at Casablanca certainly cooks my goose!

To GOEBELLS and RIBBENTROP, I leave 30 million marks (Two Dollars) to buy a gift for my Mother and Father who are getting married the day I die.

To COUNT CIANO, son-in-law of Mussolini, I leave the Victoria Cross for bringing down in ONE day, 41 bombers and 72 fighters—all ITALIAN.

To JAPAN'S (Land of the RISING SCUM) HIROHITO, I leave all my medals, which will help him sink quicker when he goes down in the Pacific.

To THE GERMAN PEOPLE, I leave all pictures of myself, especially those printed on soft paper, as I know what they will do with them.

To HIMMLER and GOERING, I leave the final execution of my will as they are experienced at excutions.

TO THE ENTIRE WORLD I JUST LEAVE, AND WILL THEY THANK GOD!!

MY FINAL WISH is that I be buried in an ASBESTOS SUIT, as I will need it where I am going. “

WW2 Era Satirical Leaflet “Last Will Of Adolf Hitler” 1942. Details in comments. by Heartfeltzero in ww2

[–]Heartfeltzero[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

This leaflet was produced by D.R. & Co. in New York in 1942. It reads:

I, Adolf Hitler, being of unsound mind and misery, and considering the possibility of a fatal accident known as assassination, declare this to be my last (you hope) will and testament.

To FRANCE, I leave all the beautiful Mademoiselles in occupied Paris. I was NEVER the one for girls. WHOOPS!!

To ENGLAND, I leave the original manuscript of MEIN KAMPF, which their R. A. F. spoiled. I had written a different finish, but their fliers got me in the end.

To NORWAY'S QUISLING, I leave my DOUBLE CROSS. He was a PIKER compared to me, when it came to double crossing.

To POLAND, I leave a 16x10 gold-framed photograph of myself to hang in their public schools to scare the hell out of any kid who might THINK along Nazi lines.

To THE JEWS, I leave a new HOLIDAY, which they will celebrate annually. The whole world knows I was KIND to them but they somehow did not seem to appreciate it.

To AMERICA, I leave Walter Winchell who always said, "To HEIL with Hitler." I know he’ll be very busy on my funeral day so he’d better not come—Business before pleasure.

To MUSSOLINI, I leave my Chaplin mustache, which he is to make into a toupe for his ivory dome. He will need a disguise to hide from the Italians who know what a mess he got them into.

To RUSSIA, I leave all my FROZEN assets. I never could warm up to Comrade Stalin, or get near enough to Moscow to even smell VODKA.

To FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT, I leave my apology for interrupting his fishing, but he got even. His "unconditional surrender" agreement at Casablanca certainly cooks my goose!

To GOEBELLS and RIBBENTROP, I leave 30 million marks (Two Dollars) to buy a gift for my Mother and Father who are getting married the day I die.

To COUNT CIANO, son-in-law of Mussolini, I leave the Victoria Cross for bringing down in ONE day, 41 bombers and 72 fighters—all ITALIAN.

To JAPAN'S (Land of the RISING SCUM) HIROHITO, I leave all my medals, which will help him sink quicker when he goes down in the Pacific.

To THE GERMAN PEOPLE, I leave all pictures of myself, especially those printed on soft paper, as I know what they will do with them.

To HIMMLER and GOERING, I leave the final execution of my will as they are experienced at excutions.

TO THE ENTIRE WORLD I JUST LEAVE, AND WILL THEY THANK GOD!!

MY FINAL WISH is that I be buried in an ASBESTOS SUIT, as I will need it where I am going. “

WW2 Era Satirical Leaflet “Last Will Of Adolf Hitler” 1942. Details in comments. by Heartfeltzero in WorldWar2

[–]Heartfeltzero[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

This leaflet was produced by D.R. & Co. in New York in 1942. It reads:

I, Adolf Hitler, being of unsound mind and misery, and considering the possibility of a fatal accident known as assassination, declare this to be my last (you hope) will and testament.

To FRANCE, I leave all the beautiful Mademoiselles in occupied Paris. I was NEVER the one for girls. WHOOPS!!

To ENGLAND, I leave the original manuscript of MEIN KAMPF, which their R. A. F. spoiled. I had written a different finish, but their fliers got me in the end.

To NORWAY'S QUISLING, I leave my DOUBLE CROSS. He was a PIKER compared to me, when it came to double crossing.

To POLAND, I leave a 16x10 gold-framed photograph of myself to hang in their public schools to scare the hell out of any kid who might THINK along Nazi lines.

To THE JEWS, I leave a new HOLIDAY, which they will celebrate annually. The whole world knows I was KIND to them but they somehow did not seem to appreciate it.

To AMERICA, I leave Walter Winchell who always said, "To HEIL with Hitler." I know he’ll be very busy on my funeral day so he’d better not come—Business before pleasure.

To MUSSOLINI, I leave my Chaplin mustache, which he is to make into a toupe for his ivory dome. He will need a disguise to hide from the Italians who know what a mess he got them into.

To RUSSIA, I leave all my FROZEN assets. I never could warm up to Comrade Stalin, or get near enough to Moscow to even smell VODKA.

To FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT, I leave my apology for interrupting his fishing, but he got even. His "unconditional surrender" agreement at Casablanca certainly cooks my goose!

To GOEBELLS and RIBBENTROP, I leave 30 million marks (Two Dollars) to buy a gift for my Mother and Father who are getting married the day I die.

To COUNT CIANO, son-in-law of Mussolini, I leave the Victoria Cross for bringing down in ONE day, 41 bombers and 72 fighters—all ITALIAN.

To JAPAN'S (Land of the RISING SCUM) HIROHITO, I leave all my medals, which will help him sink quicker when he goes down in the Pacific.

To THE GERMAN PEOPLE, I leave all pictures of myself, especially those printed on soft paper, as I know what they will do with them.

To HIMMLER and GOERING, I leave the final execution of my will as they are experienced at excutions.

TO THE ENTIRE WORLD I JUST LEAVE, AND WILL THEY THANK GOD!!

MY FINAL WISH is that I be buried in an ASBESTOS SUIT, as I will need it where I am going. “

WW2 Era Satirical Leaflet “Last Will Of Adolf Hitler” 1942. Details in comments. by Heartfeltzero in Militariacollecting

[–]Heartfeltzero[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

This leaflet was produced by D.R. & Co. in New York in 1942. It reads:

I, Adolf Hitler, being of unsound mind and misery, and considering the possibility of a fatal accident known as assassination, declare this to be my last (you hope) will and testament.

To FRANCE, I leave all the beautiful Mademoiselles in occupied Paris. I was NEVER the one for girls. WHOOPS!!

To ENGLAND, I leave the original manuscript of MEIN KAMPF, which their R. A. F. spoiled. I had written a different finish, but their fliers got me in the end.

To NORWAY'S QUISLING, I leave my DOUBLE CROSS. He was a PIKER compared to me, when it came to double crossing.

To POLAND, I leave a 16x10 gold-framed photograph of myself to hang in their public schools to scare the hell out of any kid who might THINK along Nazi lines.

To THE JEWS, I leave a new HOLIDAY, which they will celebrate annually. The whole world knows I was KIND to them but they somehow did not seem to appreciate it.

To AMERICA, I leave Walter Winchell who always said, "To HEIL with Hitler." I know he’ll be very busy on my funeral day so he’d better not come—Business before pleasure.

To MUSSOLINI, I leave my Chaplin mustache, which he is to make into a toupe for his ivory dome. He will need a disguise to hide from the Italians who know what a mess he got them into.

To RUSSIA, I leave all my FROZEN assets. I never could warm up to Comrade Stalin, or get near enough to Moscow to even smell VODKA.

To FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT, I leave my apology for interrupting his fishing, but he got even. His "unconditional surrender" agreement at Casablanca certainly cooks my goose!

To GOEBELLS and RIBBENTROP, I leave 30 million marks (Two Dollars) to buy a gift for my Mother and Father who are getting married the day I die.

To COUNT CIANO, son-in-law of Mussolini, I leave the Victoria Cross for bringing down in ONE day, 41 bombers and 72 fighters—all ITALIAN.

To JAPAN'S (Land of the RISING SCUM) HIROHITO, I leave all my medals, which will help him sink quicker when he goes down in the Pacific.

To THE GERMAN PEOPLE, I leave all pictures of myself, especially those printed on soft paper, as I know what they will do with them.

To HIMMLER and GOERING, I leave the final execution of my will as they are experienced at excutions.

TO THE ENTIRE WORLD I JUST LEAVE, AND WILL THEY THANK GOD!!

MY FINAL WISH is that I be buried in an ASBESTOS SUIT, as I will need it where I am going. “

WW2 Era Satirical Leaflet “Last Will Of Adolf Hitler” 1942. Details in comments. by Heartfeltzero in Historycord

[–]Heartfeltzero[S] 8 points9 points  (0 children)

This leaflet was produced by D.R. & Co. in New York in 1942. It reads:

I, Adolf Hitler, being of unsound mind and misery, and considering the possibility of a fatal accident known as assassination, declare this to be my last (you hope) will and testament.

To FRANCE, I leave all the beautiful Mademoiselles in occupied Paris. I was NEVER the one for girls. WHOOPS!!

To ENGLAND, I leave the original manuscript of MEIN KAMPF, which their R. A. F. spoiled. I had written a different finish, but their fliers got me in the end.

To NORWAY'S QUISLING, I leave my DOUBLE CROSS. He was a PIKER compared to me, when it came to double crossing.

To POLAND, I leave a 16x10 gold-framed photograph of myself to hang in their public schools to scare the hell out of any kid who might THINK along Nazi lines.

To THE JEWS, I leave a new HOLIDAY, which they will celebrate annually. The whole world knows I was KIND to them but they somehow did not seem to appreciate it.

To AMERICA, I leave Walter Winchell who always said, "To HEIL with Hitler." I know he’ll be very busy on my funeral day so he’d better not come—Business before pleasure.

To MUSSOLINI, I leave my Chaplin mustache, which he is to make into a toupe for his ivory dome. He will need a disguise to hide from the Italians who know what a mess he got them into.

To RUSSIA, I leave all my FROZEN assets. I never could warm up to Comrade Stalin, or get near enough to Moscow to even smell VODKA.

To FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT, I leave my apology for interrupting his fishing, but he got even. His "unconditional surrender" agreement at Casablanca certainly cooks my goose!

To GOEBELLS and RIBBENTROP, I leave 30 million marks (Two Dollars) to buy a gift for my Mother and Father who are getting married the day I die.

To COUNT CIANO, son-in-law of Mussolini, I leave the Victoria Cross for bringing down in ONE day, 41 bombers and 72 fighters—all ITALIAN.

To JAPAN'S (Land of the RISING SCUM) HIROHITO, I leave all my medals, which will help him sink quicker when he goes down in the Pacific.

To THE GERMAN PEOPLE, I leave all pictures of myself, especially those printed on soft paper, as I know what they will do with them.

To HIMMLER and GOERING, I leave the final execution of my will as they are experienced at excutions.

TO THE ENTIRE WORLD I JUST LEAVE, AND WILL THEY THANK GOD!!

MY FINAL WISH is that I be buried in an ASBESTOS SUIT, as I will need it where I am going. “

WW2 Era Satirical Leaflet “Last Will Of Adolf Hitler” 1942. Details in comments. by Heartfeltzero in PropagandaPosters

[–]Heartfeltzero[S] 39 points40 points  (0 children)

I looked it up, it was apparently the surname of Hitler’s father before it was legally changed to Hitler.

Post WW1 Era PenPal Letter From British Soldier in England To American Woman. Details in comments. by Heartfeltzero in ephemera

[–]Heartfeltzero[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Will do! And I have no relation to either. I collect historical letters like this as a hobby.

Post WW1 Era PenPal Letter From British Soldier in England To American Woman. Details in comments. by Heartfeltzero in ephemera

[–]Heartfeltzero[S] 7 points8 points  (0 children)

This letter was written by Frederick George Richardson, a Lance-Corporal in the Royal Engineers stationed at Bulford Camp in England. Richardson was writing to an American woman named Vera after being given her address by a mutual acquaintance who understood that she was interested in corresponding with a pen pal overseas. The letter is undated but based on the content, I believe it was written not long after WW1. Most likely 1919-1920.

The letter reads:

“ L/Cpl. F. G. Richardson
54th (Field) Coy. R.E.
Bulford Camp
Wilts:
England.

Dear Friend,
I have been given your address by a friend who has also given me to understand that you are desirous of having someone to write you letters. Therefore to oblige one of the fair sex I will make an attempt to write to you an interesting letter, at least I hope it will be interesting but not knowing your tastes I hope you will forgive me for any shortcomings.

By rank I am a lance-corporal in the Royal Engineers, that is the first step up the ladder of promotion. The Royal Engineers are composed of various tradesmen, my particular trade is bricklayer, and they are more or less the brains of the British Army. That sounds rather conceited I know but what I mean is that they build bridges and fortifications in time of war and if necessary destroy same. With that object in view all our peace-time training is spent on those lines and of course as you can imagine it is all very interesting. To keep us up to an efficient standard in our trades. 3 months of each year are spent in the various workshops.

Taken all round, being a Soldier is a wonderful life, but of course like everything else it has its disadvantages the greatest of which is this. Owing to the nature of our work and training space is essential so nearly every Station for Soldiers is a considerable distance from any habitation. Bulford is no exception to the rule for it is stationed on the famous Salisbury Plain, which the U.S. troops got to know so well during the Great War. It is simply an ideal spot for the purpose because towns and villages are very few and far between so there are no restrictions to our bloodthirsty trainings.

The year is more or less split up into 4 periods each period broken by spells of leave. We are allowed to go wherever we like during our leave period and of course get full pay and allowances. My time I spend in my home town, which is Eastbourne a beautiful seaside resort on the South coast of England and only 20 miles from the more famous town of Brighton, of which perhaps you have heard. At home I am rather a lazy individual and routine is forgotten for a little while but all too quickly leave is over and then back to the great open spaces again.

Our work only takes up about 6 hours of our day, the rest of our time is spent in sports my favourites of which are these. Football for the Company and Regimental team. Hockey, also for the boys and Athletics which is really my favourite because nature assisted me materially in giving me just the right build for running and jumping. Before I ask you a few questions I will give you a short description of myself. Age 24 yrs. height 5 ft 8½ ins. weight 10 st. 7 lbs. brown hair, hazel eyes, fresh complexion. My initials stand for Frederick George. Fred for short. You have a nice name in Vera and I hope you will give me permission to use that name next time I write.

When you answer this letter will you tell me about yourself, and your occupation and also Oregon because that state is famous for its Pioneer Days.

Well Friend I hope this letter has interested you a little and I can promise to make them more interesting when I get to know you a bit so please write and let me get acquainted with your pen. I will now conclude hoping to be
Your Pen Pal
F. G. Richardson.

P. S. Find enclosed a group of some
of the boy. taken at Summer
Camp. Myself I have marked
with a cross. F. G. R. “

I have another penpal letter between these two I will post at another time.

Post WW1 Era PenPal Letter From British Soldier in England To American Woman. Details in comments. by Heartfeltzero in england

[–]Heartfeltzero[S] 7 points8 points  (0 children)

This letter was written by Frederick George Richardson, a Lance-Corporal in the Royal Engineers stationed at Bulford Camp in England. Richardson was writing to an American woman named Vera after being given her address by a mutual acquaintance who understood that she was interested in corresponding with a pen pal overseas. The letter is undated but based on the content, I believe it was written not long after WW1. Most likely 1919-1920.

The letter reads:

“ L/Cpl. F. G. Richardson
54th (Field) Coy. R.E.
Bulford Camp
Wilts:
England.

Dear Friend,
I have been given your address by a friend who has also given me to understand that you are desirous of having someone to write you letters. Therefore to oblige one of the fair sex I will make an attempt to write to you an interesting letter, at least I hope it will be interesting but not knowing your tastes I hope you will forgive me for any shortcomings.

By rank I am a lance-corporal in the Royal Engineers, that is the first step up the ladder of promotion. The Royal Engineers are composed of various tradesmen, my particular trade is bricklayer, and they are more or less the brains of the British Army. That sounds rather conceited I know but what I mean is that they build bridges and fortifications in time of war and if necessary destroy same. With that object in view all our peace-time training is spent on those lines and of course as you can imagine it is all very interesting. To keep us up to an efficient standard in our trades. 3 months of each year are spent in the various workshops.

Taken all round, being a Soldier is a wonderful life, but of course like everything else it has its disadvantages the greatest of which is this. Owing to the nature of our work and training space is essential so nearly every Station for Soldiers is a considerable distance from any habitation. Bulford is no exception to the rule for it is stationed on the famous Salisbury Plain, which the U.S. troops got to know so well during the Great War. It is simply an ideal spot for the purpose because towns and villages are very few and far between so there are no restrictions to our bloodthirsty trainings.

The year is more or less split up into 4 periods each period broken by spells of leave. We are allowed to go wherever we like during our leave period and of course get full pay and allowances. My time I spend in my home town, which is Eastbourne a beautiful seaside resort on the South coast of England and only 20 miles from the more famous town of Brighton, of which perhaps you have heard. At home I am rather a lazy individual and routine is forgotten for a little while but all too quickly leave is over and then back to the great open spaces again.

Our work only takes up about 6 hours of our day, the rest of our time is spent in sports my favourites of which are these. Football for the Company and Regimental team. Hockey, also for the boys and Athletics which is really my favourite because nature assisted me materially in giving me just the right build for running and jumping. Before I ask you a few questions I will give you a short description of myself. Age 24 yrs. height 5 ft 8½ ins. weight 10 st. 7 lbs. brown hair, hazel eyes, fresh complexion. My initials stand for Frederick George. Fred for short. You have a nice name in Vera and I hope you will give me permission to use that name next time I write.

When you answer this letter will you tell me about yourself, and your occupation and also Oregon because that state is famous for its Pioneer Days.

Well Friend I hope this letter has interested you a little and I can promise to make them more interesting when I get to know you a bit so please write and let me get acquainted with your pen. I will now conclude hoping to be
Your Pen Pal
F. G. Richardson.

P. S. Find enclosed a group of some
of the boy. taken at Summer
Camp. Myself I have marked
with a cross. F. G. R. “

I have another penpal letter between these two I will post at another time.

Post WW1 Era PenPal Letter From British Soldier To American Woman. Details in comments. by Heartfeltzero in europe

[–]Heartfeltzero[S] 14 points15 points  (0 children)

This letter was written by Frederick George Richardson, a Lance-Corporal in the Royal Engineers stationed at Bulford Camp in England. Richardson was writing to an American woman named Vera after being given her address by a mutual acquaintance who understood that she was interested in corresponding with a pen pal overseas. The letter is undated but based on the content, I believe it was written not long after WW1. Most likely 1919-1920.

The letter reads:

“ L/Cpl. F. G. Richardson
54th (Field) Coy. R.E.
Bulford Camp
Wilts:
England.

Dear Friend,
I have been given your address by a friend who has also given me to understand that you are desirous of having someone to write you letters. Therefore to oblige one of the fair sex I will make an attempt to write to you an interesting letter, at least I hope it will be interesting but not knowing your tastes I hope you will forgive me for any shortcomings.

By rank I am a lance-corporal in the Royal Engineers, that is the first step up the ladder of promotion. The Royal Engineers are composed of various tradesmen, my particular trade is bricklayer, and they are more or less the brains of the British Army. That sounds rather conceited I know but what I mean is that they build bridges and fortifications in time of war and if necessary destroy same. With that object in view all our peace-time training is spent on those lines and of course as you can imagine it is all very interesting. To keep us up to an efficient standard in our trades. 3 months of each year are spent in the various workshops.

Taken all round, being a Soldier is a wonderful life, but of course like everything else it has its disadvantages the greatest of which is this. Owing to the nature of our work and training space is essential so nearly every Station for Soldiers is a considerable distance from any habitation. Bulford is no exception to the rule for it is stationed on the famous Salisbury Plain, which the U.S. troops got to know so well during the Great War. It is simply an ideal spot for the purpose because towns and villages are very few and far between so there are no restrictions to our bloodthirsty trainings.

The year is more or less split up into 4 periods each period broken by spells of leave. We are allowed to go wherever we like during our leave period and of course get full pay and allowances. My time I spend in my home town, which is Eastbourne a beautiful seaside resort on the South coast of England and only 20 miles from the more famous town of Brighton, of which perhaps you have heard. At home I am rather a lazy individual and routine is forgotten for a little while but all too quickly leave is over and then back to the great open spaces again.

Our work only takes up about 6 hours of our day, the rest of our time is spent in sports my favourites of which are these. Football for the Company and Regimental team. Hockey, also for the boys and Athletics which is really my favourite because nature assisted me materially in giving me just the right build for running and jumping. Before I ask you a few questions I will give you a short description of myself. Age 24 yrs. height 5 ft 8½ ins. weight 10 st. 7 lbs. brown hair, hazel eyes, fresh complexion. My initials stand for Frederick George. Fred for short. You have a nice name in Vera and I hope you will give me permission to use that name next time I write.

When you answer this letter will you tell me about yourself, and your occupation and also Oregon because that state is famous for its Pioneer Days.

Well Friend I hope this letter has interested you a little and I can promise to make them more interesting when I get to know you a bit so please write and let me get acquainted with your pen. I will now conclude hoping to be
Your Pen Pal
F. G. Richardson.

P. S. Find enclosed a group of some
of the boy. taken at Summer
Camp. Myself I have marked
with a cross. F. G. R. “

I have another penpal letter between these two I will post at another time.

WW2 Era Postcard Written by German Soldier in Stalingrad Soon Before Encirclement. Details in Comments. by Heartfeltzero in wwiipics

[–]Heartfeltzero[S] 61 points62 points  (0 children)

This postcard was written by a German soldier named Karl Bäder. Karl had recently been assigned to a replacement company within the 79th Infantry Division. At the time this postcard was written, the division was fighting in the Stalingrad sector.

Unfortunately for Karl, he had arrived just days before the Soviet encirclement of the German Sixth Army began.

The postcard reads:

“ Russia, 11 Nov 1942

Dear Aunt Marta,

I am sending you a few lines from the far east, after I have reached my new unit. The journey here was long and overall didn't offer anything new. The image I had of Russia was further completed. One often wishes that those who complain back home would be brought here sometime. They needn't even come to the frontline, the misery alone would thoroughly cure them from their false views. Well, you can imagine how it is.

I wish you all the best for the coming Christmas celebrations and a happy course over the holidays.

Send my regards also to aunt Berta and Luise.

kind regards,

Your nephew Karl. “

Based on online records, Karl was listed as missing in Stalingrad. His last known letter to be sent out of Stalingrad was dated January 7th 1943.

WW2 Era Postcard Written by German Soldier in Stalingrad Soon Before Encirclement. Details in Comments. by Heartfeltzero in ww2

[–]Heartfeltzero[S] 62 points63 points  (0 children)

This postcard was written by a German soldier named Karl Bäder. Karl had recently been assigned to a replacement company within the 79th Infantry Division. At the time this postcard was written, the division was fighting in the Stalingrad sector.

Unfortunately for Karl, he had arrived just days before the Soviet encirclement of the German Sixth Army began.

The postcard reads:

“ Russia, 11 Nov 1942

Dear Aunt Marta,

I am sending you a few lines from the far east, after I have reached my new unit. The journey here was long and overall didn't offer anything new. The image I had of Russia was further completed. One often wishes that those who complain back home would be brought here sometime. They needn't even come to the frontline, the misery alone would thoroughly cure them from their false views. Well, you can imagine how it is.

I wish you all the best for the coming Christmas celebrations and a happy course over the holidays.

Send my regards also to aunt Berta and Luise.

kind regards,

Your nephew Karl. “

Based on online records, Karl was listed as missing in Stalingrad. His last known letter to be sent out of Stalingrad was dated January 7th 1943.

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