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Post by connie on Mar 9, 2007 22:35:25 GMT -5
Captain John Pitts - A- Battery 590th FA BN
When I had been working daily for months on the transcription of Dad's letters from the war, I think I came close to living in that time period awaiting daily letters from the front... Names weren't sprinkled liberally through the letters. So, those mentioned became important to me. And, I wondered about the owners of those names.
From England, Dad wrote to Mom that Jack Pitts often asked about her. So, I knew he was someone they both knew and liked. And, I felt a bond. It hit like a fist in the gut when I read in a note dated December 20th: "I know it will be a blow to you. I couldn't believe it myself. but it is true. Jack Pitts is dead..." It felt like fresh news. It hit with the impact of a fist in the gut.
Later I wondered if he had family and if they knew he was loved and missed by others...
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Post by connie on Feb 27, 2011 18:54:50 GMT -5
On a misty day last fall I visited the grave of Captain John Pitts and read words his sister requested.
In the time since I first wrote this post I have learned a lot.
I know that Bob Ringer crossed the Atlantic in the same cabin with Jack (and many others). Years later Bob noted that Jack's men took him out for dinner at reunions just because he had known Jack.
Dr. James Yamazaki told me that once at Atterbury he witnessed Jack take the pack of a young soldier who was exhausted.
I've pieced together some facts about my dad's connection. During maneuvers (and before all the personnel loss and shifting that happened in Indiana), Dad was Jack's executive assistant. When they hit the ETO they were in the same battalion (590th FA BN) but different batteries.
Jack was a good man. This world lost him on the first day of the Bulge. But I believe that there is one growing reunion going on "up there" now.
If you knew Jack I'd be interested in hearing from you.
Connie
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