The Main Contenders
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During World War II there where many world leaders who influenced the war and it's outcome but here are the main ones.
Who’s who!?
Mrs. Luttrell will assign you 1 leader from WWII. YOU will ...
1.Gather relevant and important information about your leader that you will share with your peers.
Who?(your leader)
Where? (Where was he born?, Where did he rule?, Where did he die?)
When? (When was he born?, when was he Killed?, when did he Take over his country?, when did he attack his enemies?)
Why? (Why did he invade another country?, why did he murder millions?, Why did he drop the bomb?, why did he attack?)
2.Search the web for a famous quote from this person
3.Explain his role in World War II
4. Their Crimes (if any)
5. Their famous decisions
6. Their philosophical and personal beliefs
After you have gathered your information you will group up with your other peers to combine your information and present it to the class as a group.
Dont forget to answer these questions to help you collect and organize your information. You do not have to answer all of these questions just all that may apply to you.
Who’s who!?
Mrs. Luttrell will assign you 1 leader from WWII. YOU will ...
1.Gather relevant and important information about your leader that you will share with your peers.
Who?(your leader)
Where? (Where was he born?, Where did he rule?, Where did he die?)
When? (When was he born?, when was he Killed?, when did he Take over his country?, when did he attack his enemies?)
Why? (Why did he invade another country?, why did he murder millions?, Why did he drop the bomb?, why did he attack?)
2.Search the web for a famous quote from this person
3.Explain his role in World War II
4. Their Crimes (if any)
5. Their famous decisions
6. Their philosophical and personal beliefs
After you have gathered your information you will group up with your other peers to combine your information and present it to the class as a group.
Dont forget to answer these questions to help you collect and organize your information. You do not have to answer all of these questions just all that may apply to you.
Hitler
Hitler Biography
Hitler Youth Pics
Mussolini
Mussolini
Things you may not know
Mussolini Bio
Tojo
Tojo
More on Tojo
Tojo
More Info
Stalin
Stalin
More on Stalin
Stalin Bio
Stalin Video
Churchill
Churchill
More on Churchill
Speech
Franklin D. Roosevelt
FDR
FDR Info
"Day that will live in infamy"
Truman More on Truman He dropped the bomb
Hitler Biography
Hitler Youth Pics
Mussolini
Mussolini
Things you may not know
Mussolini Bio
Tojo
Tojo
More on Tojo
Tojo
More Info
Stalin
Stalin
More on Stalin
Stalin Bio
Stalin Video
Churchill
Churchill
More on Churchill
Speech
Franklin D. Roosevelt
FDR
FDR Info
"Day that will live in infamy"
Truman More on Truman He dropped the bomb
Letters of Note
Jesse Owens is one of my favorite figures in history. I admire him for his bravery and great athleticism. His charterer makes him one of the best and successful athletes of all time. Below is a letter written by the NAACP to Owens trying to convince him not to go to the Olympics in Berlin.
Japanese Internment Camps
A broad statement based on small amount of evidence.
Motive :a reason for doing something, esp. one that is hidden or not obvious.
Japanese internment camps
Japanese American Internment camps
Motive :a reason for doing something, esp. one that is hidden or not obvious.
Japanese internment camps
Japanese American Internment camps
STUDY!!
You have a geography test on Monday. So use this game to help you learn your countries!!
Quiz
Puzzle
You have a geography test on Monday. So use this game to help you learn your countries!!
Quiz
Puzzle
What type of machine is this? What do you think it does?
Concentration Camp
Auschwitz was the largest concentration camp established by the Nazi regime. It included three main camps, all of which prisoners at forced prisoners to work. One of them also functioned for an extended period as a killing center. Use the worksheet below to Guide students through the Camp.
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Effects of the War in America
Role of Propaganda in the War
Students will be given the worksheet below. Teacher will instruct them on the tools of propaganda. The students will then be shown 3-4 posters and the video below. The will need to spot out the propaganda tools used in each piece of propaganda.
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D-Day
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Assignment 1
Read two of the following letters and tell me how they make you feel. 1 paragraph.
Belgium, November 19, 1944
I hardly know how to begin after such a long time and I really have been sweating it out.
But speaking of sweating things out, in the past two weeks there was a few mornings that really called for a good deal of sweating out. It used to be fairly peaceful to lay in our foxholes but these particular mornings there was plenty of big stuff falling nearby. I never was too scared of the stuff until then. We happened to be about eight miles inside of Reich and the artillery was coming from all directions. Everytime a shell started to whistle in, I was beginning another prayer. As one of the 'doughfeet' put it, "I may not get the Purple Heart for being wounded but if they give them out for being scared I certainly rate one," and that's no kiddin'...
Respectfully,
Carl Schluter
Holland, February 22, 1945
Dear Ms. Troby,
...the gents that I speak of down here are usually known but to a few -- and ask no publicity. There are some of the officers and NCOs who live down there -- just a few miles from here -- and they stay there days, weeks, and months, until they are killed. There are just a few. They teach men, feed them, protect them, and lead them sooner or later into the jaws of the bloodiest, dirtiest, most vicious kind of murder that man, with all his machines, has been able to devise.
These men are loved with a kind of love that exists no place but on the battlefield -- and it is never talked about. These gents go for days without sleep, give away their clothes, go without food, keep going when they are sick, perform miraculous feats when they are wounded, and take the suicidal details rather than ask someone else to do it. They are never afraid, they are never cold, they never complain, and they spend all of their time trying to think of ways to help their men -- and to save them. I don't know if they are happy -- but if it isn't selflessness I never hope to see it.
And I don't mean to leave out the privates -- but the officers and non-coms are the ones I'm thinking of. Remember I said there were just a few like this. The stories come trickling in every once in a while. They usually stay there until they die. Surely they must be God's people. He was like that. I'm sure they swore and drank and did a lot of other things -- but I am sure God got them when they went away...
Bye you,
Whitney
France, May 20, 1945
Dearest Loa,
Still here in France, and will be for another ten days, I guess. I don't know for sure what's holding us up; ships, processing or what; but that's the way it is. I think I ought to be home before June 25th though. That'll make it about an even year since I was home last, huh? Mighty long time! Honey, I just don't know what to say. I guess I know so little about what is going on and has gone on, at home. I guess I'll just have to wait 'til I hear from you. -- I sure hope I can get you by phone when I hit the states!
And by the way, Punkin, don't pay any attention to all the stories in magazines, etc., about the returning boys being strangers and having to be re-adapted and how to treat them, etc. -- They're just the same, and they want the folks at home to be just the same too. So don't be worrying about how to treat me, or any such thing. Just pretend I'd never left -- and I'll do the rest!
I Love You Sweets,
Paul
France, June 10, 1945
Sweetheart,
Went to church tonite. I was delighted again to see colored and white boys worshipping together. I sure hope some of the principles of democracy learned in the army will carry on after the war. -- Boy am I messing this up! -- Poor pen! I don't know if it'll last through this letter or not.
Wish I knew how you're making out, Honey. -- New Pen -- If I'd known I would be here this long, I'd have managed to get an answer somehow. But they keep telling us -- "You have to be out by June first" and such stuff -- However, if the latest rumor develops, I'll be on my way the 13th and in the states by the 20th
I think of you so much, Honey and wonder how you are, what you are doing, etc. It makes it hard to write not knowing a thing about home.
Someone on the radio is singing "Always." -- I will be loving you always, Dearest. And right now, I'm wanting you so much I can hardly stand it. -- Be with you soon though. -- By the way, things change pretty rapidly in the army, but right now the War Dept. says Ex P.W.'s won't be deployed to the Pacific -- and that suits me. -- See you soon, sweets. -- Loads of Love Always. In fact, all my Love always!!
Paul
The long low dark coast of Europe looms ahead
At dusk on July 29th my convoy of ships, largest of the war since D-Day, reaches broad sandy Utah Beach on the Normandy Coast. Like Omaha Beach a few miles o the north and clearly visible below its bluffs, Utah was the scene of D-Day landings by our troops nearly two months ago. But here there are no bluffs and resistance was weak rather than strong as at Omaha. Gentle meadows spread inland. The beach swarms with men and machines. It is the chief port of entry for U.S. forces invading France. In the distance anti-aircraft shells explode n the evening sky and a dull roar of heavy artillery marks the front line. Dozens of barrage balloons, like big sausages tethered to earth by cables, float close overhead to protect the landing area from low-level air attack.
Shortly before midnight our blunt-nosed L.S.T.'s scrape their flat bottoms to a halt in shallow water three hundred yards from shore. In the morning when the tide recedes they open their bow doors and the jeeps and trucks of the 825th Tank Destroyer Battalion, followed by half-tracks towing 3-inch guns, emerge onto hard-packed sand nearly as firm as tarmac and move inland.
We're part of General George S. Patton's U.S. 3rd Army and Patton is already legendary. In Sicily he slapped the face of a combat-fatigues G.I. for speaking in a hysterical manner. but in Sicily as in North Africa he distinguished himself as a fighting leader. Now his mission is to lead the 3rd Army in a breakthrough that will reach toward Paris and beyond. The fact he comes from Los Angeles adds to my interest. Before sailing I'd read with amusement his fiery exhortations included among routine information in the mimeographs poop sheets distributed daily to all 3rd Army units: "Grab the enemy by the nose and kick him in the tail!" Or: "When in doubt, do something!" I hope to catch a glimpse of the eccentric general who reportedly wears a six-shooter at his hip in open holster and addresses poems to the God of Battles.
Our first evidence of actual battle is anything but poetic. Behind a wall-like hedgerow is a series of abandoned foxholes, each surrounded by a litter of used K-ration cartons, tin cans, empty cartridge casings, dried human feces. This has been the front line. It is eloquent of a new reality, the feces perhaps most eloquent. There'd been no time to relieve yourself leisurely, cover your deposit afterward, and no such niceties as toilet paper. Like an animal afraid for your life you jumped out of your hole, excreted, jumped back in. The dead or wounded had of course been removed to the rear long before we passed. The able-bodied had gone forward as we were going. Again the courage and blood of others paved the way.
At Sotteville not far from the Cherbourg the 825th is deployed as a security force guarding lines of communication, watching for German stragglers and French or German spies and saboteurs, while the rest of 3rd Army prepares for its historic breakout.
Meanwhile Jane is gently influencing her mother toward selling their home at 317 Burlingame Avenue and moving to Santa Barbara, as a decisive step in coping with the sorrow of her father's death. The children continue to be a source of life and hope for them both, as they crave yet dread each day's mail, newspaper, radio broadcast.
I hardly know how to begin after such a long time and I really have been sweating it out.
But speaking of sweating things out, in the past two weeks there was a few mornings that really called for a good deal of sweating out. It used to be fairly peaceful to lay in our foxholes but these particular mornings there was plenty of big stuff falling nearby. I never was too scared of the stuff until then. We happened to be about eight miles inside of Reich and the artillery was coming from all directions. Everytime a shell started to whistle in, I was beginning another prayer. As one of the 'doughfeet' put it, "I may not get the Purple Heart for being wounded but if they give them out for being scared I certainly rate one," and that's no kiddin'...
Respectfully,
Carl Schluter
Holland, February 22, 1945
Dear Ms. Troby,
...the gents that I speak of down here are usually known but to a few -- and ask no publicity. There are some of the officers and NCOs who live down there -- just a few miles from here -- and they stay there days, weeks, and months, until they are killed. There are just a few. They teach men, feed them, protect them, and lead them sooner or later into the jaws of the bloodiest, dirtiest, most vicious kind of murder that man, with all his machines, has been able to devise.
These men are loved with a kind of love that exists no place but on the battlefield -- and it is never talked about. These gents go for days without sleep, give away their clothes, go without food, keep going when they are sick, perform miraculous feats when they are wounded, and take the suicidal details rather than ask someone else to do it. They are never afraid, they are never cold, they never complain, and they spend all of their time trying to think of ways to help their men -- and to save them. I don't know if they are happy -- but if it isn't selflessness I never hope to see it.
And I don't mean to leave out the privates -- but the officers and non-coms are the ones I'm thinking of. Remember I said there were just a few like this. The stories come trickling in every once in a while. They usually stay there until they die. Surely they must be God's people. He was like that. I'm sure they swore and drank and did a lot of other things -- but I am sure God got them when they went away...
Bye you,
Whitney
France, May 20, 1945
Dearest Loa,
Still here in France, and will be for another ten days, I guess. I don't know for sure what's holding us up; ships, processing or what; but that's the way it is. I think I ought to be home before June 25th though. That'll make it about an even year since I was home last, huh? Mighty long time! Honey, I just don't know what to say. I guess I know so little about what is going on and has gone on, at home. I guess I'll just have to wait 'til I hear from you. -- I sure hope I can get you by phone when I hit the states!
And by the way, Punkin, don't pay any attention to all the stories in magazines, etc., about the returning boys being strangers and having to be re-adapted and how to treat them, etc. -- They're just the same, and they want the folks at home to be just the same too. So don't be worrying about how to treat me, or any such thing. Just pretend I'd never left -- and I'll do the rest!
I Love You Sweets,
Paul
France, June 10, 1945
Sweetheart,
Went to church tonite. I was delighted again to see colored and white boys worshipping together. I sure hope some of the principles of democracy learned in the army will carry on after the war. -- Boy am I messing this up! -- Poor pen! I don't know if it'll last through this letter or not.
Wish I knew how you're making out, Honey. -- New Pen -- If I'd known I would be here this long, I'd have managed to get an answer somehow. But they keep telling us -- "You have to be out by June first" and such stuff -- However, if the latest rumor develops, I'll be on my way the 13th and in the states by the 20th
I think of you so much, Honey and wonder how you are, what you are doing, etc. It makes it hard to write not knowing a thing about home.
Someone on the radio is singing "Always." -- I will be loving you always, Dearest. And right now, I'm wanting you so much I can hardly stand it. -- Be with you soon though. -- By the way, things change pretty rapidly in the army, but right now the War Dept. says Ex P.W.'s won't be deployed to the Pacific -- and that suits me. -- See you soon, sweets. -- Loads of Love Always. In fact, all my Love always!!
Paul
The long low dark coast of Europe looms ahead
At dusk on July 29th my convoy of ships, largest of the war since D-Day, reaches broad sandy Utah Beach on the Normandy Coast. Like Omaha Beach a few miles o the north and clearly visible below its bluffs, Utah was the scene of D-Day landings by our troops nearly two months ago. But here there are no bluffs and resistance was weak rather than strong as at Omaha. Gentle meadows spread inland. The beach swarms with men and machines. It is the chief port of entry for U.S. forces invading France. In the distance anti-aircraft shells explode n the evening sky and a dull roar of heavy artillery marks the front line. Dozens of barrage balloons, like big sausages tethered to earth by cables, float close overhead to protect the landing area from low-level air attack.
Shortly before midnight our blunt-nosed L.S.T.'s scrape their flat bottoms to a halt in shallow water three hundred yards from shore. In the morning when the tide recedes they open their bow doors and the jeeps and trucks of the 825th Tank Destroyer Battalion, followed by half-tracks towing 3-inch guns, emerge onto hard-packed sand nearly as firm as tarmac and move inland.
We're part of General George S. Patton's U.S. 3rd Army and Patton is already legendary. In Sicily he slapped the face of a combat-fatigues G.I. for speaking in a hysterical manner. but in Sicily as in North Africa he distinguished himself as a fighting leader. Now his mission is to lead the 3rd Army in a breakthrough that will reach toward Paris and beyond. The fact he comes from Los Angeles adds to my interest. Before sailing I'd read with amusement his fiery exhortations included among routine information in the mimeographs poop sheets distributed daily to all 3rd Army units: "Grab the enemy by the nose and kick him in the tail!" Or: "When in doubt, do something!" I hope to catch a glimpse of the eccentric general who reportedly wears a six-shooter at his hip in open holster and addresses poems to the God of Battles.
Our first evidence of actual battle is anything but poetic. Behind a wall-like hedgerow is a series of abandoned foxholes, each surrounded by a litter of used K-ration cartons, tin cans, empty cartridge casings, dried human feces. This has been the front line. It is eloquent of a new reality, the feces perhaps most eloquent. There'd been no time to relieve yourself leisurely, cover your deposit afterward, and no such niceties as toilet paper. Like an animal afraid for your life you jumped out of your hole, excreted, jumped back in. The dead or wounded had of course been removed to the rear long before we passed. The able-bodied had gone forward as we were going. Again the courage and blood of others paved the way.
At Sotteville not far from the Cherbourg the 825th is deployed as a security force guarding lines of communication, watching for German stragglers and French or German spies and saboteurs, while the rest of 3rd Army prepares for its historic breakout.
Meanwhile Jane is gently influencing her mother toward selling their home at 317 Burlingame Avenue and moving to Santa Barbara, as a decisive step in coping with the sorrow of her father's death. The children continue to be a source of life and hope for them both, as they crave yet dread each day's mail, newspaper, radio broadcast.
Assignment 2
Click on the button below and answer the following question.
1.What did D-Day stand For?
2.How many soldiers and vehicles were transported?
3.How many paratroopers landed the night before?
4.Where were captured Germans sent to?
5.Who invented the shallow raft that transported the soldiers to shore? what state was he from?
2.How many soldiers and vehicles were transported?
3.How many paratroopers landed the night before?
4.Where were captured Germans sent to?
5.Who invented the shallow raft that transported the soldiers to shore? what state was he from?
Assignment 3
Click on the link below and list 4 things the Airborne division carried with them