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PM, June 8, 1944

PM, June 7, 1944
The Face of New York on Invasion Day
“The crowds in Times Square were serious yesterday – glad that D-Day had come and yet solemn at the thought of the boys in the fighting. Below you see some of the faces turned up toward the electric sign on the Times Building as bulletins of Allied progress were flashed out.”
Photos by Weegee, PM

WD, June 7, 2014
The Face of New York on D-Day Plus 25,550
“God Bless America”
“Trust No One”

The crowds in Times Square were serious yesterday – glad that D-Day had come 70 Years ago today… Above you see some of the faces posing for dollars, torch and cash in hand turned up, and nearly flashing…

PM, June 6, 1946 (photos by Steven Derry)
“Under the command of Gen. Eisenhower, Allied naval forces, supported by strong air forces, began landing operations this morning on the northern coast of France.”
Two years ago this morning that communique was all a waiting world knew of the most ambitious military undertaking ever launched. Now most of the facts are known and, by many, are half forgotten. The men whose pictures appear on this page are not apt to forget, because they were there on D-Day. Most of them lived through it, only to be wounded later in the battles that followed the successful landing. they were interviewed at the Army’s Halloran General Hospital, on Staten Island.”

“… I think we can keep another war from happening if we keep the defeated countries defeated.”
“… I still hate their guts.”
“… I think folks have been taught a lesson – this war was too costly in lives and money. Nobody ever really wins a war.
“… I think the war was worth fighting and I sure hope it’s the last one.”

From the New Yorker, by P. Hamburger, 1943:

After leaving Halloran, he wrote me, “It was the first place in America I hit after more than a year out of the country. Coming back wounded, I was afraid that I’d enter a vacuum, that nobody would give a damn. But at Halloran I never had a chance to be lonely and there were times I actually forgot I was in a hospital.” Recently I spent an afternoon at Halloran and found out what my friend meant.

Halloran lies approximately in the centre of Staten Island, about a half hour by bus from the ferry terminal at St. George. It’s a sprawling group of low, red-brick Colonial buildings, dominated by a seven-story structure with four wings jutting, like spokes, from the middle. I was met at the main building—the seven-story one—by one of its officials, Captain Max Lipsky, a stocky, jovial man, who suggested that the Red Cross recreation building would be the best place for me to talk with some of the patients and see how they spend their free time. Most of the ambulatory patients, the ones who can get around, drop in there during the afternoon and early evening, Captain Lipsky told me, and free and easy is the rule.

“Nobody ever really wins a war.”

PM Daily, June 6, 1945
“On June 6, 1944, the Yanks poured ashore from landing barges onto the coast of Normandy, to buy with blood a crushing victory over the Nazis.”
“One American lies face down in a bloody puddle. He died on the first day; he never saw the time of triumph his sacrifice helped to win… And you can arrange an appointment to donate blood by calling one of these Red Cross centers…