Tuesday, November 25, 2008

SNAFU – Situation Normal…

Before I get started, I should mention that occasionally I will write about something that has nothing to do with wine, vineyards, Napa Valley or the Pina family. This is one of those posts (I don’t much care for the word “Blog”). Just thought I should let you know before you have too much time invested.

SNAFU – Situation Normal…

The Acronym SNAFU first came into use during WWII. A quick search on the internet offers lots of information on its origin. SNAFU quickly gained acceptance and even spawned a series of cartoon shorts titled Private SNAFU:

Check it out on WIKIPEDIA: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Private_Snafu

The father of my good friend, Charles (Chaz) Ainsworth, also served during WWII. My earlier post about WWII caused him to share a few mementos that his father passed on to him. Seems to me that at least 2 of these items should be in a museum somewhere. They are booklets courtesy of the War Department.

A handwritten note inside the front cover of one of them states: “Hon, These books were given to us when we hit France”.

And then there was the picture of his mother that his father had folded up and carried with him throughout the war. On the back he made notes of events & the places he traveled.
And a birthday card from his mother sent on Jan 13, 1945 that was received in France on Feb 5th – His birthday:

With a very touching note:

The Ainsworth Family
Charles (Sr), Charles (Chaz), Margaret & Peggy (in front)

And lastly,

“Snafu
Our Mascot, picked him up in Normandy”

And on this Thanksgiving Day, there is no better time to express our gratitude to all the men and women of our armed forces, that have been placed in harm’s way.

May you all safely return home soon.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Chaz is very lucky to have such mementos. I have a picture of my Father, a Marine Lieutenant and General's aide watching General Sanderson and his Japanese counterpart sign and witness surrender papers on a ship near Midway.

Steve said...

We all have these stories buried in our families. The key, as you did with story, is to share it and to keep is alive.

I have pictures of buildings burning after an attack in Dutch Harbor, Alaska a great uncle was in.

Great "blog."

Steve