These extraordinary letters speak for the dead, missing in action and long gone Daddies in the USA..
Civil war..brother to brother "farewell Dear Brother we meet again beyond the tomb". Husband to wife: "did I tell you that when we passed through Petersburg on April 3rd we saw President Lincoln? He was on horseback and was surrounded by a crowd of colored people shouting 'God Bless Massa Lincoln'".
20 years on, a veteran paying a visit to the field where he was shot: "all is changed there now. What was a solid piece of woods through which I led my troops is now all cleared field, & the hill side so smooth then is now grown up with little clumps of trees - marking some spots made rich perhaps by the bloody struggled enacted upon them"
World War 1 mother to son: "and when you do come marching home old fellow bring me back the same boy I gave my country - true and clean and gentle and brave. I know you will come back to me". General Pershing to his 9 year old son: "the German army has committed most serious crimes, and we are fighting to punish them". Proud soldier to Philadelphia wife: "Sometime ago I told you about capturing a Hun. Remember? Well I'm mailing you his cap today, after having had it washed and cleaned up a bit".
Life, in all it's colours and failures doesn't stop for war. A Utah father to his 19 year old son in France, with terrible news from West to East: "Dear Son, be strong and have faith and rest assured that all has been done that could be done..you have a fine little baby girl, she is 5 days old today and is doing well and she will be waiting for you when you return but your dear wife has passed to the other side today".
Troubled husband to faraway wife: "If I had to go over the same road with you again, I am quite sure the way would be easier for you. The mistakes I have made, the heart aches I have caused you stand out like the shell holes that deface much of this country that once was so beautiful".
A prophetic letter from an American Jew in 1933: "recently I have cultivated a taste for poetry, a sure sign I am now sentimental and love-smitten..Hitler's policy now means utter ruin, not only for Jews but to the whole of Germany itself. I see no hope for our kinsman abroad."
A 19 year old traveller from Fargo writing back from England, Summer 1939: "anti aircraft guns in Hyde Park, museums are closed, art treasure fast disappearing into safe caverns..all citizens hold gas masks..in Canterbury the stained glass was being removed..students at Cambridge are crating old manuscripts..and in the churches the faithful gather in a silent prayer for peace. But peace is lost".
At Pearl Harbour a naval surgeon writes: "If you think these damn slant eyes didn't do a thorough job, guess again. They certainly knew where they could hurt us most and they dropped their bombs and torpedos right there".
President Roosevelt receives an extraordinary appeal from a half-German immigrant who wants to join the war effort: "I am the nephew of the ill-famed Chancellor of Germany who today so despotically seeks to enslave the free and Christian peoples of the globe...all my friends and relatives will soon be marching for freedom...may I be allowed to join them...struggle against tyranny? The British could not feel cordial towards an individual bearing the name I do...very respectfully yours..Patrick Hitler".
From somewhere on the Bataan peninsula, May 1943, one of the many thousands trapped and later, prisoners: "It is pretty hard to check out this way without a fighting chance but we can't live forever...write: Mary Robertson at Houtzdale, Penn. Her son Melville died of disentry with his head on my shoulder. We were like brothers".
Writing home from basic training: "for the Nth time, thanks for your package. Please don't send me any more underwear, socks or candy. The milk of magnesia was absolutely unnecessary. I'm having no more bowel trouble and don't anticipate any".
Flying with the RAF on a bombing raid "all is quiet except for the sweet steady drone of my engines, and the whisper of the radio waves coming through my ear-phones. Before me, my instruments, my controls, my love, my life".
Horace Evers, found himself in Hitler's Munich apartment and wrote a letter about Dachau, sitting in Hitler's chair: "two rooms were full of bodies waiting to be cremated".
Korea, 1950: "Life to the oriental is so very cheap, they care not if you live or die..had they given us enough food, clothing and medical care thousands more of America's finest youth would be alive today. They are outright murderers and hope that some day they may be made to pay for their crimes against the human rights of man".
An emphatic Cold War denial from Helen Keller: "I want you to know that if Mrs Flynn was a member of or connected with the Communist Party at the time of our meetings forty years ago, I was totally unaware of the fact. I want also to assure you that no plan, purpose or conspiracy for the violent overthrow of the United States Government could awaken any response in my soul. I am not a Communist now and never have been a Communist".
1968, Tet Offensive, a Daddy to his daughter: "Maybe some do not appreciate America. Let them visit many other lands, as I have, and they will thank God for the blessing of being an American".
College buddy to buddy: "The past week has been one continuous HIGH for me. Every night I lose myself. Like you said, the first few times, I felt nothing. I fear I'm becoming a connoisseur. And that's not all; I went to Saigon two weeks ago and smoked opium. The greatest feeling".
1971: "I had to write to tell you I'm ok but my buddies are all dead. Out of our infantry company 21 killed, 29 wounded, and 27 of us are left to talk about the 5 hours of hell we went through".
These letters..these words. Written in fear, resignation, with wit, care, concern and pride..speak for themselves.