Steven Pecsenye's Letters from the Front
Steven Pecsenye was a second-generation Hungarian who was born and raised in Toledo, Ohio. He attended Macomber High School and studied at the Toledo Museum of Art as well as in Salzburg, Austria.
Upon his graduation from high school, he entered the Army and served from 1945 to 1947 as a scout in the 7th Infantry. This allowed him to travel extensively throughout Italy, France, and Germany. During this time he wrote his parents, niece, and girlfriend (future wife) almost every day, often including descriptive drawings of local sights and people.
The Ward M. Canaday Center in Carlson Library at the University of Toledo is fortunate to have the manuscript collection of "Steph" Pecsenye, including numerous "V-mail" letters he sent home during the War. "V-mail" or "Victory Mail" was written by service people on pre-printed envelope sheets supplied by the government. The letters were microfilmed and sent back to the United States where they were printed out on paper and mailed to the addressee. V-mail dramatically reduced the bulk of mail, freeing thousands of tons of shipping space for war materials.
World War II Tales of Toledo Vets
The University of Toledo participates in the Veterans History Project, sponsored by the Library of Congress. Over 600 interviews with local veterans have been recorded and are preserved in the Ward M. Canaday Center at Carlson Library. The
following are snapshots of people taken from the exhibit "Ideals, Courage, and Hope: Selections from the University of Toledo Veterans History Project," edited by Casey Stark and James Seelye Jr.
Toledo-area World War II Veterans' Stories from the Veterans History Project
Rita S. Antoszewski (Michalak)
Rita S. Antoszewski (Michalak) was born in Toledo, Ohio, on June 18, 1923. She entered the US Army Nurse Corps in 1945, serving in the United States and the Pacific Theater during World War II. She left the military in 1946, having achieved the rank of 1st Lieutenant, in addition to earning the Victory Medal, the A-P Theater Ribbon, the Army of Occupation Ribbon, and an Overseas Service Bar.
It was a great experience and I’m not sorry that I did it. --Rita Antoszewski.
I feel that I did very, very little compared to, well, compared to the G. I.s I took care of. --Rita Antoszewski
David E. Fought
David E. Fought was born on February 16, 1925 in Toledo, Ohio. He served in the United States Army, 1st Infantry Division, during World War II. Mr. Fought was located at Camp Grant Illinois, Camp M. Lesstandish Massachusetts, Liverpool England, and Normandy and Omaha Beaches, from 1943-1945. During this time, he achieved the rank of Staff Sergeant. Mr. Fought was awarded a Unit Citation, two Bronze Stars, five Campaign Stars, Theater Ribbons, Good Conduct, and an Occupation Medal.
No one in Liege was prepared for what happened next at two o’clock that same afternoon the first division began moving down their main street. As our mechanized columns rolled into town, thousands of people came running from side streets to the main thoroughfare, cheering and crying, adults and children, many waving wine bottles, loaves of bread, food of all kinds. They came in such numbers [that] we were unable to continue our advance; we were afraid of running over the people. Many were leaping upon our jeeps, trucks, and tanks to express their great joy. We gradually were able to move our convoy through the downtown and out in the country before evening, but we all agreed we had had a big day in Belgium. --David Fought
By December 23rd…we did remember it was Christmas, and decided to have a Christmas tree. In this area [the Ardennes], they were easy to find. My Jeep carried an ax, and I cut a five-foot fir tree and transported it to the aid station. We made a tree stand out of C-ration crates and decorated our tree with ½-inch gauze bandages strung around the tree dotted with Mercurochrome and cotton balls. The surprised reaction of the wounded and frostbitten G.I.s when they were brought into that warm and well-lit room and seeing that tree made it all very much worthwhile. We kept the tree up till after New Year’s. --David Fought
Our main job (as medics) was of course to make sure no one was left behind. We never left a man. --David Fought
The fighting was very heavy, and I was so busy (as a medic) that the only thing I can really remember about it (the D-Day Invasion) was [that] it was three days before I even thought about having any sleep, and also three or four days before we ate anything. I had food in my pack, but was so busy that it never occurred to me to eat. And I walked by a guy in a foxhole and he had a little Bunsen burner and was making coffee. I got a whiff of that and said, ‘Oh, my God, I’m hungry!’ --David Fought
Glen Grainger was born in Toledo, Ohio on February 11, 1922. He was a pilot with the United States Air Force during World War II. He was on active duty from 1941-1945, and with the Reserves until 1952. He was located in China, Burma, and India. Mr. Grainger attained the rank of 2nd Lieutenant, and was awarded an Air Medal and a China War Memorial Medal.
The sad part of all this is it’s been 50 years since I lived though these experiences, I mean almost 60 years, and I still feel a certain amount of resentment that the boys who lost their lives over the Himalayan Mountains and flying the hump…you very seldom hear about or any credit given to what transpired. There were many boys lost after the war was over who continued flying those missions. The American boys paid with their lives and they never should have, and it was pitiful. --Glen Grainger
I enlisted because I wanted to be in the Air Force. It so happened I had a problem with my eye. They informed me that at no time would I be able to fly at high altitudes. So I wasn’t deterred by that…I learned how to beat the exam! --Glen Grainger
I was indoctrinated primarily though my mother, who was a Florence Nightingale nurse in World War I, and my father who served overseas in the service during World War I. As a result, we all had great feelings towards our country, and we were indoctrinated with that in schools, and everything we lived for, our government could do no wrong. Well, what a bunch of dopes we were! That’s the conditions that we lived under: we felt that whatever the government said was fine and dandy. We didn’t know what schmucks they really are. I did what I was told. I was one of many sheep who did what he was told, and considered it our moral responsibility to do what we were told. So I gave six years of my life to my country. I really don’t care whether it was appreciated or not because it was an experience that I’ve had, it was an experience that I’ve lived through, and many of the boys did not live though it.
Theodore H. Harbaugh
Theodore H. Harbaugh was born in Toledo Ohio on August 28, 1913. He served with the United States Navy and the United States Marine Corps during World War II. While serving with the 1st Marine Division from 1942-1950, Mr. Harbaugh achieved the rank of Major. He was located in the Pacific Theater. In addition, he received extensive training in the Japanese language. Mr. Harbaugh was awarded Theater Ribbons, in addition to a commendation from the Commanding General of the 1st Marine Division.
My commanding officer ordered me to yell to the Japanese to surrender. So I walked out into this clearing and yelled (in Japanese). They answered with bullets. They shot over my head, to my right and to my left, but did not kill me since I was using their language. --Theodore Harbaugh
I was able to communicate with a Japanese commanding officer that the war was over, and that a peace treaty and cease-fire had been signed on the USS Missouri. This brought about the surrender of those forces. Some Japanese in the mountains of Okinawa had been told to never surrender. I befriended a Japanese officer who was able to convince them to surrender. --Theodore Harbaugh
I feel so fortunate to have experienced what I did…I had tried to be a good citizen, and to take part in the history of this wonderful country of ours. I pray every day for developments that would allow us to get along with one another. --Theodore Harbaugh
Albert M. Hassenzahl
Albert M. Hassenzahl was born on September 23, 1920 in Toledo, Ohio. He served with the 101st Airborne Division of the United States Army during World War II. From 1942-1945, Mr. Hassenzahl was located at Camp Livingston, Louisiana; attended Jump School at Fort Benning, Georgia; and was deployed to the European Theater, where he achieved the rank of Captain. He was also wounded in combat, and received four Purple Hearts, in addition to two Bronze Stars, a Silver Star, and four Battle Stars. Mr. Hassenzahl’s experiences during World War II have been noted in six books, including the best seller Beyond Valor, by Patrick K. O’Donnell.
We went to a staging area…on the day before D-Day (June 5). That day holds a special memory for me. That afternoon we were called to assemble, and General Eisenhower-Ike, and Winston Churchill, and a party of senior officers came to our staging area to inspect the troops. I just happened to be in one of the ranks. Ike came down our rank and paused right in front of me. He looked right at me and he winked! He said, ‘Good luck, soldier.’ I will never forget that. --Albert Hassenzahl
A curious thing happened that I’ll never forget. I was lying on the beach on the stretcher. A storm came up, and the wind blew my blanker off of me, and I didn’t have the strength to pull it back up over me. An arm came across my body and tucked the blanket up tenderly around me. The person who did it was a Kraut prisoner. We just looked at each other, and I tried to thank him with my eyes, and I think he tried to say you’re welcome with his. That incident has stayed with me all these years. --Albert Hassenzahl
These two kids were manning a bazooka in a ditch. We had all kinds of fire and shells coming in. I was standing in a doorway, and all of a sudden the strangest feeling came over me. I had to get those boys out of that ditch. I yelled over to them, and the instant they got over to me a shell hit right where they had been, and it left a pretty big crater. They looked at each other, and then up at me. I’ll never forget the look on their faces. --Albert Hassenzahl
I remember laying on a stretcher, and our Regimental Chaplain, Father Maloney, come up to start the last rights on me. I told him, ‘Get lost Goddammit! I’m not gonna die! Leave me alone!’ He gave me a grin and left. Every time I saw him after that he would remind me about what had happened; he never let me forget it. --Albert Hassenzahl