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Presidents of all parties have said that one of the most difficult duties of the office is contacting the families of dead soldiers. Here are historical examples

Dear Madam,

I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle.

I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save.

I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom.

Yours, very sincerely and respectfully,
A. Lincoln.

My dear Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan:

The knowledge that your five gallant sons are missing in action against the enemy inspires me to write you this personal message. I realize full well there is little I can say to assuage your grief.

As Commander-in-Chief of the Army and Navy, I want you to know that the entire nation shares in your sorrow. I offer you the condolences and gratitude of our country. We who remain to carry on the fight must maintain spirit, in the knowledge that such sacrifice is not in vain.

The Navy Department has informed me of the expressed desire of your sons, George Thomas, Francis Henry, Joseph Eugene, Madison Abel, and Albert Leo, to serve in the same ship. I am sure that we all take heart in the knowledge that they fought side by side. As one of your sons wrote, “We will make a team together that can’t be beat.” It is this spirit which in the end must triumph.

Last March you, Mrs. Sullivan, were designated to sponsor a ship of the Navy, in recognition of your patriotism and that of your sons. I understand that you are now even more determined to carry on as sponsor. This evidence of unselfishness and of courage serves as a real inspiration for me, as I am sure it will for all Americans. Such acts of faith and fortitude in the face of tragedy convince me of the indomitable spirit and will of our people.

I send you my deepest sympathy in your hour of trial and pray that in Almighty God you will find the comfort and help that only He can bring.

Very sincerely yours,
Franklin D. Roosevelt

Comfort on the way….

ATLANTIC OCEAN (October 1, 2017) - The United States Military Sealift Command hospital ship USNS Comfort (T-AH 20) (center) simultaneously conducts an underway replenishment (UNREP) and refueling with the dry cargo and ammunition ship USNS William McLean (T-AKE 12) (left)….and a vertical replenishment (VERTREP) (using helicopters) with fast combat support ship USNS Supply (T-AOE 6) (far right).

Comfort is underway from her homeport in Norfolk, VA to support post-Hurricane Maria humanitarian relief operations in Puerto Rico

The huge ship is equipped with 1,000 hospital beds, 12 operating rooms, and one of America’s largest trauma units. The hospital part of the ship is manned by 1,000 Naval hospital staff – doctors, surgeons, nurses, corpsmen, pharmacists, administrative staff….and many others….usually tailored to the mission at hand.

By the time Comfort arrives on station October 3rd….she’ll be fully ready to provide a broad spectrum of aid and comfort to the devastated island….and her millions of people just trying to survive the long post-storm ordeal.

From another perspective: USNS Comfort is prepared – while enroute – for her emergency duties aiding the stricken people of Puerto Rico.

                                      ¡Buena suerte, Puerto Rico!

                                        (Good luck, Puerto Rico!)

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>>Personal note: During the mid-1980s….as USNS Comfort arose from the recycled hull of a former oil tanker in a San Diego, CA shipyard….I was mesmerized by this gigantic white ship towering over the dockyard.

I walked past her nearly every day as I performed my duties at the time inspecting AEGIS combat systems upgrades on some of our Navy warships in the same shipyard.

I was so impressed….I had a very fine model of USNS Comfort constructed for me….as an addition to my large collection of hand-crafted wooden ship models….each representing a ship that holds special meaning (and memories) for me.

  USNS Comfort model holds a special place in my home….and my heart.


>>CLICK the top photo for a much better look at the three ships….

>>Top two photos: Mass Communication Specialist 1st Class Ernest R. Scott, USN

fightingswedes  asked:

Can i request #28 with junghope pls? 💝💙💚💜💛

Word Count: 2K+

Pairing: Jungkook/Hoseok (JungHope/HopeKook)

Prompt: #28: “Go to hell!” “Already been but thanks for the invite.”

Notes: Bringing to you the junghope college!AU that exactly one person asked for. Enjoy!

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Jungkook’s eyebrows knit together at the sound and he turns away from his laptop screen to glance at the living room window. Nothing happens for a few seconds and he wonders if he’d just imagined the sound, about to turn back to the screen when it happens again.


Narrowing his eyes, he frowns and puts his laptop off the side, getting up and walking towards the window sill. He parts the curtains a little cautiously, and then blinks in confusion at the man dressed in dark rinse jeans and a red and navy blue Dance Department hoodie standing underneath his window, clearly looking up at him. It’s not someone immediately familiar to Jungkook, and briefly he wonders if it’s just some drunk senior who either got lost and had nothing better to do.

He’s about to close the curtains and walk away after peering at the man for a few seconds, but stops when the guy starts to speak, gesturing and pointing towards him almost angrily. The scene looks oddly amusing to him for some reason, and Jungkook watches with a half grin as the guy pausing in his speech to put his hands on his hips and glare up at him pointedly, attempting to make himself look threatening.

Despite his brain telling him otherwise, Jungkook still pulls open his window, the sash only giving way after a bit of budging. Leaning out, past the sill, he grins at the stranger, pleased to note that the guy seems not only sober but also looks much cuter now that he has a clearer view.

“Yes?” Jungkook asks, smiling winningly. “Are you lost?”

“No, I am not lost, you asshole!” The guy hisses, clearly annoyed, and Jungkook is briefly taken aback, blinking at the undeserving curse. “But clearly you’ve lost your mind.”

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Japanese cruiser Yubari off Shanghai, China, in April 1937. Photograph was sent to the Navy Department with a Commander Asiatic Fleet (CinCAF) report. Note laundry hung over the ship’s lifelines. The building in the left distance is the Broadway Mansion hotel.


The First Computer Bug,

The Harvard Mark II was truly a wonder of the age.  Built in 1947 during the pioneering age of electronic computers, the Harvard Mark II was a calculator that could perform almost any function.  It could not only add, subtract, multiply, and divide, but also calculate reciprocals, square roots, logarithms, exponentials, and some trigonomic functions.  Essentially it could do almost everything a modern scientific calculator could do today, except it was about the size of a 55 foot long library bookshelf.  

One of the developers of the Harvard Mark II was a Navy Officer and Defense Department employee Dr. Grace Hopper.  Hopper was known for many accomplishments in her career, among them being among the first women to obtain the rank of admiral in the US Navy.  However in 1947 Dr. Hopper was an engineer on the Harvard Mark II project.  Upon entering a set of calculations the machine sputtered and refused to spit out a correct answer, it was obvious that something was wrong.  After a thorough examinations of the computer’s mainframes and hardware, the cause of the problem was found.  In between relay #70 in panel F, a moth settled and died.  Dr. Hopper removed the moth and taped it in the log book noting, “first actual case of a bug being found.”  Word was spread that the Harvard Mark II had been “debugged”, and ever since the words “bug and debug” have become common words in computer lexicon.

Career Day

A/N: You survived Monday; have a ficlet! (This was originally written as a bed time story for stormstiel who asked for teacher!Cas and firefighter!Dean. I have since edited it just a smidgen.) – AU; elementary school teacher!Cas and firefighter!Dean. ~1,200k, PG.

When Castiel schedules Career Day for his second grade class, he figures it will be just like any other Career Day he’s had in the past. A few parents will come and talk, some servicemen/women from around town will give short presentations, and the kids will spend all of their time oohing and awwing at all the interesting job opportunities they have to look forward to when they grow up. It’s a day he looks forward to every year because the amount of work that goes into the planning and preparation for the day is minimal at most; and the kids are always excited about it.

It isn’t until a one green-eyed, freckle-faced firefighter comes along that Castiel realizes how unlike any other Career Day this one will be.

The students are at their desks doing individual work and Castiel is flipping through a book order when the classroom door opens and a tall, broad shouldered man enters the room. 

Castiel looks up and over at the stranger, taking in the man’s bowlegged gait and charmingly good looks as he approaches his desk.

“Mr. Novak?” The man asks as Castiel stands. In his head Castiel does a quick inventory of all his student’s parents and quickly determines, this is not a man he’s met before. 

He’d certainly remember that face if he had.

Castiel nods, and the man grins at him, sticking out a hand. “I’m Dean Winchester, I work down at the fire station. Chief sent me for Career Day?”

Castiel swallows hard. Of course this perfect creature is a fireman. Of course he is. “Pleasure to meet you, Dean, I’m Castiel. Thank you for coming. The children are always excited about firefighters.” And now I can see why, he thinks.

“No problem. I actually kinda like hanging out with the kids so,” Dean rubs at the back of his neck and shrugs, “I volunteered to come.”

Castiel’s heart trips over itself at Dean’s sheepish smile. It’s beautiful, and brighter than the sun, and- Oh, he’s staring.

“Well, I’m glad you did,” Castiel finally offers. 

Dean’s still smiling as he nods. “So where do you want me?” He asks.

“What?” Castiel asks, because he knows Dean is speaking, but the way his lips move around his words is incredibly distracting. 

“To talk to the kids? Where should I set up shop?”

Castiel feels a flush rise in his cheeks, remembering that Dean is here for educational purposes, nothing more. “Oh, yes. In front of the classroom will be fine.” He leads the way to the middle of the room and calls his class to attention.

On his command they all leave their desks and gather on the carpet at the front of the room, crowding together on the round, bright red rug Castiel uses for music and story time.

“This is Mr. Winchester,” he tells the class.

“Just Dean is fine,” Dean mutters from behind him.

“Uh- Dean. This is Dean. He’s a fireman and he’s here today to teach us about fire safety and tell us what firefighters do. Please remember our classroom rules as you listen to what he has to say.” He moves to rest his butt against his desk and smiles as the kids stare up at Dean with excitement on their faces.

Dean opens his mouth to speak, looking down at all the necks craned in his direction, but then snaps it shut before lowering himself to the ground and folding his legs “pretzel style” in front of him.

“That’s better,” Dean says before launching into an animated telling of basic fire safety. He shows off some equipment he brought with him, letting a few of the kids try on the oxygen mask or get a closer look at the fire extinguisher, and by the time he’s done Castiel can’t remember a single word the fireman said as he spent the entire presentation watching Dean’s well worked hands reach out to high five students when they got an answer correct, and the way his eyes sparkled when little Emmy Jones blushed at him when she asked him a question.

Dean’s been so gentle and wonderful with the kids, Castiel hasn’t been able to focus on anything else.

“What do we tell Dean?” Castiel asks as Dean finishes up and directs his attention back to Castiel.

“THANK YOU, DEAN!” The class shouts happily.

“Thanks for letting me hang out with you guys,” Dean tells the kids, “you little dudes and dudettes were awesome. You’ll have to talk Mr. Novak into a field trip down to the station sometime.” He suggests.

The classroom erupts into cheers, a chorus of “YEAH”s sounding throughout the room.

Normally Castiel would immediately quiet his class, but Dean winks at him as he extends the invitation, and suddenly Castiel’s feeling very warm in his sweater vest.

Dean high fives a few more of the kids and tugs on one of Emmy’s braids, and then he stands from the floor and Castiel escorts him to the door.

At the door Castiel wrings his hands, wanting to say something, but not knowing what other than ’thank you for coming Mr. Beautiful Firefighter’.

“You know, I do classes for adults down at the station once a month,” Dean offers, smiling at Castiel coyly. “The next one is tomorrow. CPR training. You should check it out. I’m still looking for someone to demonstrate on, and I’d really hate to have to use the dummy again. I’m into a lot of things, but mouth to mouth with a faceless piece of plastic isn’t one of them.”

Castiel flushes, yet again, and nods, a small smile growing on his face. His CPR certification is still good for another year, but what’s the harm in a little refresher? “I’ll be there,” he states.

Dean nods. “Good,” he says with a smile, “I look forward to it,” and with one last wink he’s stepping out the door.

Before Castiel has a chance to turn around though, Dean is sticking his head back in. “Oh and, Mr. Novak? I usually treat my volunteers to dinner afterwards so come hungry, huh?”

Castiel’s stomach flips flops as he nods, his smile broadening.

The next night Castiel attends Dean’s CPR training. The class is informative but also entertaining, Dean cracking jokes the whole time, and everyone leaves that much more prepared to save someone’s life if the situation every arises. The only disappointment is how little time Dean actually spends with his mouth on Castile’s. Castiel knows it would probably be improper to get as intimate as he’d like with Dean in front of a group of babysitters and paraprofessionals, but it’s still a bit of a letdown.

After CPR training Castiel eats dinner with Dean in the fire house lunch room. “I promised you dinner,” Dean explains around a mouthful of sandwich, “sorry I can’t get much more fancy than this tonight. I’m still on duty.”

Castiel smiles and shakes his head. “This is perfect,” he assures Dean, and he means it.

Afterwards Dean gives Cas a tour of the station.

It’s in the garage that Dean finally kisses Castiel properly, pushing him up against the shiny, red fire engine and making him feel like a teenager again.

As Castiel’s catching his breath, his hands fisted in Dean’s fitted, navy blue Lawrence Fire Department shirt, and their faces still just inches apart Castiel notes this year’s career day as his best, most successful one yet.

Bonaparte in the President’s Cabinet

Two hundred years ago this week, Napoléon Bonaparte’s bid for continued military glory in Europe was crushed by allied British and Prussian troops at the Battle of Waterloo. Following his surrender, the former Emperor of France had hoped that the British might allow him to live the remainder of his life in exile in the United States. However, Napoléon had already escaped exile once before (from the Mediterranean island of Elba) and once again rallied the French around him in a last-ditch effort to conquer the European continent prior to Waterloo. Unwilling to risk another vanishing act, the British instead banished Napoléon to one of the most isolated places in the world – the island of Saint Helena, in the middle of the South Atlantic Ocean, between Africa and South Africa – for the rest of his life.

Some of the Bonaparte family did eventually reach the United States, however. In 1905, President Theodore Roosevelt appointed Charles Joseph Bonaparte (1851-1921), the American-born grandson of Napoléon’s youngest brother, Jérôme, as the U.S. Secretary of the Navy. A year later, Roosevelt shifted Bonaparte from the Department of the Navy to the Justice Department. For the rest of Theodore Roosevelt’s Presidency, the great-nephew of the man responsible for the Napoléonic code was the United States Attorney General – America’s top law enforcement official – where he helped establish the Bureau of Investigation, better known today as the FBI.

Photograph of Archivist Bess Glenn, right, with Staff Members During Packing Project, Division of Navy Department Archives, 8/14/1942

Series: Historic Photograph File of National Archives Events and Personnel, 1935 - 1975Record Group 64: Records of the National Archives and Records Administration, 1789 - ca. 2007

More posts on the history and origins of the National Archives

New York City celebrating the surrender of Japan. They threw anything and kissed anybody in Times Square., 8/14/1945

Jorgensen, Victor, Photographer.  Series: General Photographic File of the Department of Navy, 1943 - 1958Record Group 80: General Records of the Department of the Navy, 1804 - 1983

“South China Sea….Crewmen of the amphibious cargo ship USS Durham (LKA-114) take Vietnamese refugees aboard a small craft. The refugees will be transferred later by mechanized landing craft (LCM) to the freighter Transcolorado.,” 4/3/1975

From the series: General Color Photographic File of the Department of Navy, 1958 - 1981

See also fordlibrarymuseum‘s series on “Operation Babylift” for more on the evacuation of Vietnamese war refugees.

It’s International Beer Day!

Navy personnel on liberty at Mogmog Island. Enlisted men lounge about a tiny island with plenty of beer. 11/1944

Charles Fenno Jacobs, photographer. From the series: General Photographic File of the Department of Navy, 1943 - 1958

So how will you celebrate? Pilsner? IPA? Stout? A nice Saison?

Official seals for the Department of Defense, Department of the Navy, U.S. Marine Corps, Department of the Air Force and the official plaque for the Department of the Army, 02/10/1986.

Item From Records of the Office of the Secretary of Defense. (1994-)

Today is Armed Forces Day! Here are the official seals for each branch of the armed forces. These organizations use their seals to make their mark on the world. 


“Negro sailors of the USS MASON commissioned at Boston Navy Yard 20 March 1944 proudly look over their ship which is first to have predominantly Negro crew.”

From the series: General Photographic File of the Department of Navy, 1943 - 1958

The USS Mason was one of only two ships during World War II with predominately African American crews.  The experiences of the USS Mason’s crew would later be dramatized in the film Proud (2004).

More images of the USS Mason and her crew at the U.S. Navy’s History and Heritage site.