Tag Archives: World War II

World War II Memories: I lied Until I Even Cheered Myself Up

We sailed from Bristol on June 4 and on the sixth were off Vierville. My fate seems always to have been first in line. Our ship headed the convoy and as if that were not enough our party was to be the first ashore when contact was made with the division. Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A Vast and Admirable Intelligence Dedicated to Wanton Destruction

I was walking behind an elderly couple in the woods one day as they discoursed on Hitler. He was nothing but an Abenteuer, they decided, a sordid opportunist — and they might have known it all along, fools that they had been, for couldn’t anyone see that he had dark hair instead of blond! Continue reading

Posted in War | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Hugh Nibley’s World War II Diary

June 6: D-Day. Pass the Bill of Portland and land across vast masses of flak in the morning. A ship next to us goes down in about 8 minutes. Continue reading

Posted in War | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Hugh Nibley, World’s Worst Politician

Only in the light of the acrimony of our recent ultra-polarized politics have I come to understand the lesson of the time I discovered my father was the world’s worst politician. Continue reading

Posted in Family, Philosophy, Politics | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

From a Muddy Foxhole of the “Bridge Too Far”

In the times of total confusion which lie ahead let us not forget how clearly our own behavior has foreshadowed the horrible commotion of the earth and the elements. I speak in the prophetic vein, because the signs of an impending readjustment in the face of the whole earth are fairly clear. Continue reading

Posted in Family, Letters, Philosophy, War | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Things we Feel Most Deeply Fail to Find Expression

There is no more eloquent commentary on the inadequacy and incompleteness of everything here than the fact that the things we feel most deeply fail to find expression either in words or symbols, the things we desire most eagerly we can’t even define, while the things we despise above all other things – a bondage of meaningless and repetitious chores, a guilty preoccupation with empty trifles and commonplaces – these we make to the substance of our life and action… Continue reading

Posted in Philosophy, War | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

The Most Nauseating Farrago of the Century

So much for the fibre of the American mind – it is the fibre of grated cheese. Continue reading

Posted in Letters, War | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Going to Perdition with Our Eyes Open

We are going into perdition with our eyes open; the separation of the tares and the wheat is to be strictly a free-will affair. Continue reading

Posted in Letters, Philosophy, War | Tagged , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Wars of Undisguised Conquest and Aggression

While those obscene old men [in the Senate] pricked up their ears and licked their lips the speaker described how this country would throw itself in all directions in wars of undisguised conquest and aggression. Continue reading

Posted in Letters, Philosophy, War | Tagged , , , , , , , | 4 Comments