An odd assortment of soldiers hid in the high grass of the open jungle near San Juan heights, due east of Santiago de Cuba in the southeastern portion of the island.
Like many young American boys before him, my father, Huntley Scallan, found the call to duty too strong to ignore. In 1944, as the Second World War raged on, he followed three of his older brothers—Huron, Raymond and George Jr.—off to war.
Chancellor Kohl, Governing Mayor Diepgen, ladies and gentlemen: Twenty-four years ago, President John F. Kennedy visited Berlin, speaking to the people of this city and the world at the City Hall.
Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force! You are about to embark upon a great crusade, toward which we have striven these many months.
Being an “archive rat” helped author Rick Atkinson overcome several obstacles to complete The Guns at Last Light: The War in Western Europe, 1944-1945 ($40, Henry Holt and Co., 896 pages), which traces the Allied quest for victory in Europe.
In the summer of 1960, hundreds of celebrants gathered at a shipyard in Maine to watch Mrs. Mary Warder smack a bottle of champagne against the hull of the magnificent USS Thresher, the newest member of the U.S. Navy submarine fleet...
I am proud to claim that the prodigious, hard wood trunk of my family tree (at least the portion that rests on American soil) took root on Jan. 7, 1718 in Salem Village, Mass. There was born a man who was, as described by 1776 author David McCullough, “as tough as any man that ever lived.”
Upon hearing that the United States had annexed the island Kingdom of Hawaii in 1898, former President Grover Cleveland penned a letter to his ex–Secretary of State Richard Olney. “Hawaii is ours,” it said. “As I look back upon
the first steps in this miserable business and as I contemplate the means used to complete the outrage, I am ashamed of the whole affair.”
The Mercedes, one of four Spanish ships carrying treasure and bound for Cadiz, Spain, never stood a chance when British ships fell upon the vessel just after dawn on Oct. 5, 1804...
There were moments when the parents of the frail, asthmatic Theodore Roosevelt worried if the child would make it through the night. The entire family worried, including the future president’s favorite uncle, “Uncle Jimmie,” who was on the other side of the Atlantic.