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O, Mother Rest from Tortured Thought


Above: Mother's Day Card sent from Donald Johnson to Mary Leazer, May 1945

No parent should have to suffer the loss of a child, but unfortunately it happens all too frequently. Late last year a good friend of mine lost a brief but bitter struggle against cancer. She was only thirty-seven-years-old. Her death left both a mother and a daughter in anguish.

As a historian, I frequently look to the past to gain perspective on the present—particularly during times of tragedy. This Mother’s Day I found some perspective and inspiration in the archives of the Virginia Historical Society.

On June 25, 1944, from an Army Air Force base in Cerignola, Italy, 2d Lt. Harold Leazer penned a letter to his mother in Remington, Virginia:

Another week has passed and all we can say is that it’s a week nearer the day now that we’ll be home again. Really I’ll admit that I’ve had enough of this life and I’m ready to come home. The life isn’t too hard it’s the fact that all this conflict is so uncalled for and no one wants it. Guess that is just another step in the way of life.

The next morning, Harold and the crew of his B-24 Liberator joined a 500-plane raid against Axis oil production facilities near Vienna. Leazer had completed fourteen missions and like other American pilots he looked forward to eventually completing his fiftieth so he could return to the States. As Leazer’s B-24 approached its target in Austria, heavy antiaircraft fire bracketed the plane. Flak knocked out an engine, and the damaged bomber drifted away from the rest of the formation.

Above: Photograph taken of Harold Leazer (fifth from left) and his crew three months before their plane was shot down over Austria.

Mary Leazer—who had three sons in the military—was informed that Harold was missing in action. When  reports that a few of his crew members were listed as German prisoners of war, there was hope that he, too, might have survived and been captured. In September the Leazer’s received a telegram from the War Department—Harold’s status had been changed to killed in action.

Although Harold and five other airmen perished with their plane, Leazer kept the Liberator aloft long enough so that four members of the crew had time to parachute to safety. Among them was twenty-year-old Donald C. Johnson. Beginning in May 1945, Johnson sent a Mother’s Day card to Mary every year for more than a decade. This annual remembrance was fitting testimony to the life and death of a young man who gave everything for his crewmates, his family and his country.

This Mother’s Day I’ve decided to honor 2d Lt. Harold Leazer, my departed friend, and her grieving mother by sending an extra Mother’s Day card.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. 05/06/2011 3:43 pm

    What a beautiful story! I will be thinking now, of someone who might be blessed by receiving a Mother’s Day card.

    Thanks for a thought provoking post!


  2. Joan Talkov permalink
    05/25/2011 7:20 pm

    What a lovely rememberance! It is sentiments such as this that hopefully will stir readers to jump away from themselves, take time to ponder their more personal relationships, which can often be taken for granted, and evaluate the daily robotic routines their lives have ultimately fallen into over time. Remembering those we have lost is very personal,important and cathartic exercise….remembering, comforting and coming together with those friends and loved ones they have left behind is a blessing!

    A very proud Mom from Massachusetts


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