WWII War Photos of Mickey Martins In Remembrance of Heroes
Notice:
Some of these photos are of an extreme graphic
nature. If you are sensitive to such material, you are strongly
advised
not
to proceed further. These photos include images of the day
Dachau was liberated. On that day, three U.S. Army
divisions converged on the camp: the 42nd Infantry, the 45th Infantry,
and the 20th Armored.
We also ask that you treat these photos with the
respect they deserve.
All photos in Mickey's Photo Album were taken
or owned by Mickey Martins, unless otherwise noted, or if they
are labeled postcards.
All photos in Johnny's Photo Album were taken by John Martins. It has also been presented to me that the photos with the white writing on them in the lower left corner were photos by Robert Spring. So far, I have not been able to ascertain this on my own, but will keep researching.
At Least One Exception: The photographs taken at Dachau were taken by one of Mickey's friends, because he could not enter the camp due to the severity of athlete's foot rampant at the camp, so he handed his camera to his friend to go in and record whatever he saw. He had also suffered a severe infection from athlete's foot, as well, and was being treated and recovering from it, so this is the reason why he did this.
Mickey Martins was a member of the 42nd
Rainbow Division, Co. "L" 232nd Infantry Regiment of
the U. S. Army during World War II. He served as a PFC and earned
a Purple Heart during the Battle of the Bulge, in which he was
hit in the back with shrapnel. As with all heroes, particularly
these WWII soldiers, he said they only did their duty, and were
not at all heroes. Rarely did he ever talk about the war.
He was born on April 13, 1925 in Bristol, RI,
and passed beyond this life on June 1, 2001 in Ceres, CA.
This Web site is dedicated to his memory.
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room,
I am the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die."