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This chapter is about my high-school sweetheart and first love, Pam Ives...
Part I takes place in 1961 at the US Army garrison in Frankfurt am Main,
West Germany, where we lived and attended the Army high school on base.
Part II starts in 2018 — 57 years later! — in New Mexico and the
Germany, Frankfurt High School, and the Teen Club are
explained in greater detail in
the Frankfurt chapter.
Tom McCaffrey, Joe Martin, and other names in here are characters from
Frankfurt High School.
—Frank da Cruz <firstname.lastname@example.org
Most recent update:
25 December 2022 07:51:08
11th grade at Frankfurt High School and Pam Ives 1960-61
|1961 yearbook photo
|Look: saddle shoes!
In 11th grade I made tons of new friends, started going out
on the town and drinking beer (and anything else I could get my hands on -
cognac, Schnapps, Jägermeister...), having all kinds of fun. Maybe too much
fun because now I recognize that, for the two full years 1961 and 1962 I
drank to excess almost every day. At first it was some combination of
dulling the stress and oppression of "life with father" and the fact that
drinking in Germany was easy, cheap, legal, fun, and everybody else was
doing it. Later, back in Virginia, where it was not legal, I still did it.
But after I left home the compulsion gradually faded.
I often felt that my time in high school in Germany was the best time of my
life. It was such an adventure to be in postwar Germany, still pockmarked
with the scars and rubble of war, still relatively poor, still full of
Nazis, and with Elvis stationed just down the street. And on the base, to
be among people of all races, nationalities and social classes after living
in racial and economic segregation up until then. And my first love, Pam
|Pam 1961 in FHS gym
Even in 11th grade I was still shy around girls and had only been on a
couple awkward dates. Pam was in 10th grade and a Junior Varsity
cheerleader. We clicked instantly, we were inseparable; we did everything
together, she was funny and she was fearless. And (as she says herself)
kind of smart-ass. We always enjoyed each other, never argued, no egos, no
drama, just romance, affection, and tons of fun. Everything was hilarious
to us. We went on long trips in Army buses to away-games in places like
Mannheim and Nürnberg (and then didn't bother going to the games), we went
up in the Taunus mountains and drank ourselves silly with no idea how
we would get back. I would go to basketball games just because she was
cheerleading. She came to the radio station
with me on Tuesday nights sometimes. I'd meet her
every morning, where
she lived, to walk to school together.
We wrote notes and slipped them into
each other's hall lockers. We went to the Teen Club
after school and then again after dinner at home, when it became like a
night club: lights low, dancing to the jukebox
or a band
... and everybody forming little
groups for sorties into the neighborhood or downtown — restaurants,
— then coming
back to the Teen Club to share our adventures. Typical corny teenage stuff
but I was never so happy before or since (until recently).
The time we went to Nürnberg we wandered around the city and stumbled onto
the Luitpoldhain, which is where big annual Nazi rallies were staged from
1933 to 1938. Spooky!
|Pam's Prom book 1961
|Prom night April 1961
|The Casino Officers Club seen from I.G. Farben
You can see how ridiculously happy I was in the pre-Prom photo, in
which the other two are our friends Joe Martin and Genell Roberson, and in
which Pam is wearing the dress her Mom made for the occasion. Joe had his
dad's car that night. The Prom was a very big
, held not in a crepe-paper-decorated school gym like most proms but
in the Officers' Club, the "Casino" part of
the I.G. Farben
and probably a major "venue" for the Nazi elite during the war.
It was in the Casino's enormous, elegant ballroom. Honestly I don't
remember much about it (was there an orchestra? Was there food?) but Pam
and I danced and danced. And then as the Prom wound down we drove
a classy nightclub downtown with a stage show and had fizzy mixed drinks
with umbrellas instead of beer steins. We stayed out very late, culminating
in a Prom breakfast at 3:00 or 4:00am in the main Snack Bar. It was a night
like in a 1940s Hollywood movie. Pam is the only one I ever danced with.
A Prom-related incident resulted in a bump in our relationship (my fault)
and before it could be fixed the school year ended and Pam's family rotated
back to the States, Pan Am Flight 73, Frankfurt to NYC, July 2, 1961 (just
after her 16th birthday). I would have been devastated by this if it were
not for the fact that we were being rotated too! A year prematurely, due to
a f**kup by my dad. I was devastated anyway; back in
Virginia I missed her like crazy. We stayed in touch by mail. A year
later she was thinking about college, wanted to major in psychology, wanted
to come to the east coast somewhere but said her grades weren't good and
probably she would wind up at Iowa State ("Anything! Anyplace! Just to
leave home!"), wished we could talk about it and do the things we used to
do, and closed by telling me not to do anything crazy like getting married
or... Joining the Army! But then her
father was transferred to Fort Leavenworth and I left
for UVA at the same time, and then the Army,
and then my Mom left my Dad and my Dad lost the house — the
address Pam was writing to — so we literally lost touch.
Forever. Or so it seemed!
Pam, Part II
As the years and decades piled up I realized that I had never felt so good
with anyone as I had with Pam Ives back in the Army high
school in Germany
. We were always comfortable and totally open with
each other. We had very similar lives and temperaments and backgrounds, we
understood each other perfectly. I looked for her over the years, hoping
she would show up in the Frankfurt High School reunion lists, but she never
did. When the Internet was born I looked there too, every year or so:
nothing. When I finally signed up for Ancestry.com in the course of writing
this history, I discovered that instead of going to Iowa State, she entered
the St. Lukes Hospital School of Nursing in Kansas City, Missouri.
This is her picture in the 1964 yearbook
("Luke O Cyte" :-)
Long story short, in September 2018 I was finally able to track her down. I
wrote her a letter, and poof! — after 50-some years (closer to 60 if
you must know), we were back touch. She's a retired nurse, was married
twice and has four children and four grandchildren
and is now single. She's active, in good health, and lives in New Mexico
("the Land of Entrapment", she says, because the cost of living is so low
there, nobody could ever afford to move away). She had hard times in her
life but she survived. All these years I didn't even know if she was alive
|Four generations: Juliet, Ruth, Pam, Ellie
That month we were talking and emailing full time, early morning to late
night. It was the most fun I'd had since I could remember! A little
tentative at first because neither of us had any idea of what directions the
other had grown in. But each little feeler resulted in another revelation
that we were the same... sense of humor, politics, disrespect for authority,
likes and dislikes... I hadn't laughed so much in years! Pam's second
husband died in 2011; we both confessed to being sad and lonely, and now
suddenly we both weren't. We each found ourselves waking up ridiculously
early, eager to continue. Then she left on a long-planned trip to Paris
with her sister, brother-in-law, and cousin. I told her I hoped that
when she comes back there would be lots more weeks like this one, she said
"you bet there will be". One thing's sure: we'd never be bored because
between us we have 140 years' worth of life to catch up on.
|In France September 2018
Pam is a pretty historic person too. She was stationed inside her Mom Ruth
while her Dad Charles, a 1st Lieutenant in the 75th Infantry ("Diaper")
Division, fought the Battle of Bulge, where he commanded Company G of the
289th Infantry Regiment[18
]. So like me, she was
born into the War. Pam's earliest memories are of crossing the ocean in the
hold of a troop ship in 1947. Until 1949 she lived in the rubble of
bomb-flattened Stuttgart, "on the economy" in a requisitioned German
apartment because the American bases and housing weren't built yet. She and
her brother Warren were raised by a German nanny, Anna Katrin von
(something... every American family hired German domestic help during the
early occupation) so German was their first language. They moved a thousand
times, she has lived almost everwhere, including many places I lived but at
different times, like Stuttgart, or (to mention just two of the K's)
Kaiserslautern and Kentucky... She has guts too. Just one example: as the
first leg of her Paris trip, she hopped in her car and drove 450 miles by
herself to meet her daughter Juliet in Colorado.
|Pam and me at White Sands November 2018
Three weeks later we had arranged to meet again after 57 years; I flew to
Albuquerque November 5th (never thought I'd fly again!) and stayed with her
for two solid weeks; we picked up where we left off in 1961 like we were 16
again. Except instead of going to the Teen Club and to bars we drove all
over New Mexico photographing
New Deal sites
about compatibility! I met Pam's mom Ruth again after all this time. She
lives nearby; we saw her a lot and she is awesome. I met some of Pam's
friends too and (on the last day) also her sister Penny (last seen in HiCog
in 1961) and brother-in-law Tom. We also dropped in on FHSer Sue Topp at
her shop in Santa Fe. Besides zooming around all over the state and seeing
people, we also ate well, enjoyed some good movies, and talked and talked
and talked. We have never stopped talking. And laughing!
|Pam and her Mom Ruth
|Pam at WPA site
|Pam, Tom, Ruth, Penny at El Pinto
Pam came to stay with me in the Bronx for a week in January 2019 and we had
tons o' fun. We toured the neighborhood, cooked and ate well, listened
to music, danced(!), watched movies, slept, all the things of life (retired
life, that is)... She met Peter and Amy; Peter cooked
chilis relleños for us one night. Then we had a second Bronx rendezvous in
March, and I met her son Billy, wife Claudia, and their son Sean. I went to
NM again for a couple weeks in April, she came to the Bronx again in
September, and again in February. Then the Coronavirus called a halt to
everything. Eventually we'll figure out what comes next. I'll say this:
finding Pam again feels like coming home after a nearly lifelong exile.
|At the Bronx Botanical Garden Jan 2018
|In Oval Park March 2019
|Dinner March 2019
|Van Cortlandt Park
The last photo is of a guy we met on one of our epic walks... the
volunteer caretaker of the 1948 Memorial
in Van Cortlandt Park, where trees were planted and markers placed
for 21 Bronx World War II veterans who never returned. If
you enlarge the photo
you can see several of
|Pam's birth notice 1945
|Pam meets Dad
|Charles, Pam, and Ruth
|Stuttgart 1945 (RAF photo)
|Family in Stuttgart 1947
|Pam in Stuttgart 1947
|Stuttgart house in 2021
Pam was born in June 1945 in Rockford, Illinois, while her Dad was fighting
in Germany; her Mom Ruth was living with her mother, Olive, in Rockford.
Her dad was able to come home on leave for New Years 1945 to meet his
7-month-old daughter for the first time, then he went back to Germany and
Ruth and Pam sailed to
Bremerhaven in January 3-18, 1947, in the hold of the
Bridgeport, arriving in bomb-flattened Stuttgart to settle into a German
house requisitioned by the Army on the outskirts of the devastation. The
two photos in the house — which was (and is) at Stälinweg 33 —
were taken by a neighbor, Ilse Heinhoff, in 1947. As of September 2021,
according to Google satellite view, the house is still standing and Pam
recognizes it as the same house. Note: Stälin, not Stalin.
|Ruth and Charles Ives
|Lt. Charles Ives 1945
|Col. Ives 1970
|Charles Ives medals
Pam's dad was Charles G. Ives
|Pam, Warren, Penny
, known as Chad, born in 1923
in Rockford, Illinois, son of Navy doctor Captain Warren Chamberlain
Ives (1892-1952), who was the son of Dr. Charles Gustin Ives and Helen
Chamberlain Ives. According to Chad's 1940 Rockford High School yearbook he
studied German, was in the school band, and "After leaving school 'Doc' will
attend college, aiming to become a capable physician and surgeon" (like his
Dad). He was at the State University of Iowa when Pearl Harbor
happened and he enlisted in the Army at age 18. Quickly rising to the
rank of Corporal, he was sent to (racially
]) Officer Candidate School at Fort
Benning Georgia and commissioned Lieutenant in late 1943, then became a
squad leader in the 75th Infantry Division, where he was awarded a Bronze
] and a Purple Heart for his actions at the
Battle of the Bulge (click the medals
for details of his medals). Meanwhile, his father Warren was a
Navy Captain stationed with a hospital unit in the Marshall Islands, working
as a surgeon.
When the War ended Chad was appointed Provost Marshal of occupied
Stuttgart, and at one point he drove Eleanor
Roosevelt on her postwar goodwill tour through the rubble and DP camps of
Frankfurt am Main and Wiesbaden[2,12]. In the
late 1940s or early 50s he was one of the guinea pigs at the A-bomb testing
sites who stood there and watched the blasts with only sunglasses for
protection. He was sent to Korea twice, once during the war there, and to
Germany again in 1958-61 (Kaiserslautern and Frankfurt), and to numerous
military bases all over the USA throughout his 30-year career, some of them
in the deep South in the Jim Crow era, where Pam tells me he made a point of
sitting in the back of the bus. His peacetime achievements are listed in
his Legion of Merit
citation: Batallion Commander, Base Commander, Professor of Military
Science... He retired a full Colonel in 1972 and moved to New Mexico for
health reasons, where he became active in local affairs, serving as chairman
of the Rancho de Placitas Water Board and of the board of El Pueblo Health
Clinic in Bernalillo (on which Pam herself serves today). He was a fan of
Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, and Benny Goodman and played the clarinet.
He died at his home in Placitas in 1997 with his family present.
|Chad Yearbook 1940
|Ruth Yearbook 1941
|SUI Yearbook 1944
Pam's mother Ruth
|Olive Yearbook 1912
was born Ruth Ann Lawrence in 1922 in
Mendota, Illinois. Ruth's mother was Olive Safford, who was born 22 March
1894 in Rockford to John Darius Safford and Nellie Ann Johns, and died 25
April 1990 in Rockford. Olive married Robert Alexander Lawrence 12 July
1919. In 1930, they lived at 510 Oakley Avenue in Rockford with their
children Mary B (born 1921), Ruth Ann, and Roberta O (born 1925). Olive
(Pam's granma) died 1990. Ruth was attending West High School in Rockford
when she met and dated Charles so they — like Pam and I —
were high school sweethearts. Ruth graduated in 1941 and then attended
Layton School of Art in Milwaukee. Meanwhile Chad went to the State
University of Iowa (SUI) in Iowa City, which he left to join the Army in
mid-1942. By then he and Ruth had drifted apart, but once in the Army he
came across her photo in his locker, wrote to her, and they wound up
marrying in July 1944 at Camp Forrest, Tennessee, where he was
stationed. Later that same year he was
back at SUI as a staff officer in the ROTC program until shipping out for
the war in Germany, and would remain in Germany until 1949. In 1947 Ruth
and Pam sailed to Bremerhaven and made their way to Stuttgart somehow to
join him. Their second child, Warren, was born there.
From that point on, it was the nomadic existence of a military family. Ruth
lived the busy life of an Army officer's wife (Stuttgart Economy Wives Club,
Officer's Club, Officers' Wives Club, local charities, U.S. Lady
Magazine...) Pam and the other children went to countless schools; there
was a stretch when Pam went to six different schools in six years: an
elementary school in San Bernardino CA for 6th grade; Kaiserslautern
Junior High for 7th, Frankfurt Elementary for 8th, the brand-new Frankfurt
Junior High for 9th, Frankfurt High for 10th, and Fort Leavenworth High for
11th grade. When Chad was sent somewhere that was not set up for
dependents, Ruth would take the children back to her mother's house in
Rockford, as when Chad went to Korea. Pam lived in Germany 1947-1949 and
1958-1961, about five years out of her first 16.
|View from Ruth's house
|Pam and Ruth in Placitas 2018
|Ruth in her studio 1997
|Ruth's 100th birthday
Ruth is a very creative person. She drew and painted whatever she saw
wherever she lived, from occupied postwar Germany to
New Mexico. Since the 1970s her work has
been shown and sold in New Mexico art galleries. She's
also a patron of local Pueblo artists and made a series of paintings of
Pueblo dancers and children. Not to mention that also she is a
skilled "modiste" who made Pam's 1961 Prom dress
And her mother Olive's first pants suit when she came to Germany to visit.
Today (2022) Ruth still lives in the house that she and Chad bought in
Placitas when he retired in 1972, in the foothills of the Sandía mountains,
about 20 miles from Pam in Albuquerque. Ruth turned 100 on December 4,
2022; photo at right with her children Penny, Warren, and Pam, with some of
her paintings and her collection of pueblo art in the background.
Pam's family tree
Click image to see the whole tree
Pam's part of the tree puts the other
parts to shame, in height if not in breadth; it goes all the way back to
1066... no, make that 540AD! On her father's side...
- Chad's great-great grandfather Levi
Chamberlain (1792-1849) founded a whole branch of the family in
Hawaii in 1823, when he went there for missionary work. Levi's
granddaughter, Helen Stoddard Chamberlain
moved to Illinois (year unknown) and married Charles Gustin Ives, Chad's
- Chad's 4-great grandfather, Thomas
Patton (1725-1812) came to America from County Tyrone Ireland in 1744,
marrying Isabella Hayes, and eventually winding up in Pequa, Lancaster
County, where they had some children including James Patton, who is the
father of Maria Patton, the wife of Levi
Chamberlain, which makes Chad at least 1/64 Irish. But James Patton
married Martha Parke, whose paternal
grandparents also (both) came from Ireland, adding another 1/128th Irish to
Chad's heritage, or it would if one of their parents were not from
- Sidalia Niswander (1866-1926), is
Chad's maternal grandmother. Niswander is a Dutch name, so it seemed that
Chad was part Dutch. This is theory was reinforced by the fact that
Sedalia's uncle's first name was Jos, which is Dutch or (same thing)
Flemish. But it turns out Sedalia is descended from Swiss immigrants named
Neuenschwander; the name was "anglicized"
in the late 1700 by changing "Neuensch" to "Nis".
- Sedalia Niswander's husband, Chad's maternal grandfather, was
Lincoln Shaver (1866-1936). There is a
big tree above him in which most branches end before we see country of
origin, but at least we know that Shaver is an anglicization of Schaeffer
(= Schäffer), going back to Goerg
Barthel Schaeffer (1682-1731) and his wife Anna Maria Driefmeijer
(1686-1731) who emigrated from Baden-Württemberg, Germany.
- Georg Schaeffer (1714-1796) (son of
Georg Barthel Schaeffer and Chad's 5-great grandfather) was commissioned
a Lieutenant in the Maryland Militia September 26, 1776, and served in the
Continental Army in
Batallion, which fought nine battles between 1776 and 1779.
- John Ives (1729-1818), another of
Chad's 5-great grandfathers, served as a private in the 10th Connecticut
Regiment, Continental Army.
- Chad's father, Captain Warren Chamberlain
Ives (1892-1952), was a Navy doctor who served in both World Wars.
Pam's mother's side goes all the way back to the
Conquest (1066 and all
that), starting with Normans Sir Hugh de
Ville and Lord Robert de Hatton,
language who founded a dynasty of Lords and Sir Knights in Hatton,
Warwickshire, near Coventry, that lasted until at least 1260, at which point
the tree branches off via
Beatrix de Hatton and the Hatton Lords go
off in another direction. Never fear, Beatrix's son-in-law was
Sir Peter Pierce Thornton,
Baron of Cantilupe. Other highlights include:
- Three more generation of Sir Knights after Sir Peter (1340-1471).
Brandlings of Newcastle, comprising several generations of Sirs, Lords,
members of parliament, as well as Sherrifs and Mayors of Newcastle from 1497
until about 1700, including one Henry Brandling (1515-1578, Pam's 12-great
grandfather), who is said to
be Princess Diana's
- The Bucktons of Yorkshire,
culminating in Ursula Lady Buckton
(1526-1593, the wife of said Henry Brandling) and her daughter Ursula of
Newcastle, who married William of Ford, and whose brother was Richard Lord
- Elizabeth Jane Carr (1570-1594),
daughter of Ursula of Newcastle, who was related to the Catherine Carr
family, the only wife of King Henry VIII who was not put to death by him.
- A large number of Puritans who arrived at the Massachusetts Bay
Colony in the 1630s including including William Towne (1598-1773) and his wife Joanna
Blessing (1593-1682), three of whose daughters were accused of
witchcraft in Salem:
Nurse and Mary Towne
Estey (both were hanged),
and Sarah Towne
Cloyes (or Cloyce), who was indicted and imprisoned but not tried or
executed. At the time of the trials their ages were 44, 58, and 71. Their
names and stories are still well-known today, told in countless books and
portrayed in Arthur Miller's
play The Crucible
and the PBS series
Sovereigns for Sarah.
- John Hall (1723-1777), officer in the
Continental Army, killed in 1777 at
the Battle of
Hubbardton VT; he is Ruth's 5-great grandfather and Pam's 6-great.
- Jesse McCrary Dickey (1841-1914)
served in the Missouri State Militia, 51st Regiment, Company D, in the
Civil War, 1861-1865.
- Philip Shaver (1829-1904) came to
Iowa in 1844 with his parents. In 1850 he drove an oxcart to California in
the gold rush — a journey of five months — retuning to Iowa in
1853 with enough money to buy a cattle farm. He served in the US Army
several times, including during the Civil War in F Troop, 1st Iowa Cavalry,
enlisting as a Private in 1861 and commissioned as Captain later that year.
- Ruth's great-grandparents on the all-maternal line are
Richard Johns (1828-1911) and
Jane Ann Hocken (1830-1912),
both from Polperro, Cornwall.
After another trip to New Mexico in June, 2019, I dug deeper into Ruth's
side of the tree and found that she (and therefore Pam) is a direct descendent
of Charlemagne, and of the English kings from William the
Conqueror to Edward III and their queens, and of a Spanish king, of
several French kings, of Henry "Hotspur" Percy (from Shakespeare's Henry
IV), of the Viking conquerors of Normandy and Russia, of Queen Anna of
Kiev and of Saint Anna of Sweden, of Yaroslav the Wise and of his father
Vladimir the Great of Kiev, and on and on;
see this page for highlights.
Many more branches remain to be explored.
- Headquarters, 75th Infantry Division, Office of
the Commanding General, CITATION, General Order Number 150, 25 May 1945.
- Mrs. Roosevelt
in Germany, British Pathé newsreel, 1946 (no sound). Unfortunately
it doesn't show Pam's Dad, even though he is driving the car. More about
Mrs. Roosevelt's 1946 German
in the New York Times (15 Feb 1946).
Mexico New Deal Sites, the photo gallery Pam and I made in
Mexico snapshots, November 2018.
Candidate School Hall of Fame [Inductee List]
(Charles G. Ives).
Wiederaufbaulüge der Bundesrepublik, Karl Dietz Verlag, Berlin (2008);
pages 54-55 describe a food riot in Stuttgart in November 1948 about which
Captain Ives (commander of the MP detachment that was called when the German
police failed to contain the disturbance) commented to an AP reporter that
he didn't know if the instigators were Communists or Nazis, which caused
a major uproar among German "conservatives".... Nazis????
In Germany?????? This incident is known as the Stuttgarter
Vorfälle; it was the "only instance since the end of the war that American
military forces acted to quell a public disturbance"[8,p.117].
- Stuttgart Post News, 1940s, for example the February 21, 1948,
Stuttgart Commissary, which indicates there was still some degree of
more Stuttgart Post News articles.
- Lemza, John W, American
Military Communities in West Germany, McFarland & Company (2016).
- "5 Reds in Stuttgart
York Times, 30 October 1948, p.4: "Capt. Charles G. Ives, United States
Provost Marshal for Stuttgart, said, 'I don't know whether they were
Communists or leftovers from the Nazi regime'."
- Jardineros de
Placitas 50th anniversary, interview with Ruth Ives, Youtube (2015).
Kids Enliven Artist's Work", Albuquerque Journal, 11 February
1997, p.45 (West Side Journal section, p.7).
Postwar Europe: A Haunting Horror (1946), Eleanor Roosevelt Papers
Project, George Washington University, according to which ER spent three
days on the ground in West Germany and visited DP camps in Zeilshausen
(about 7 miles outside of Frankfurt, the next town past Höchst) and
Wiesbaden (11 miles past Zeilsheim). She also visited Frankfurt itself
including the I.G. Farben building, and also Höchst, before flying to
Berlin. So this was when Pam's dad was ER's escort, February 13-15, 1946.
February 1946 Frankfurt/Berlin itinerary.
Candidate School (United States Army),
Wikipedia (accessed 26 February 2019).
- Wallace, John P.,
Genealogy of the Parke family nine generations from
Arthur and Mary Parke, 1720-1920, privately published, 1919.
- Chamberlain, Levi, Journals 1822-1849, typed transcripts on microfilm at
the Online Archive of California at the University of California at
Berkeley, Collection Number: BANC MSS 67/9 p FILM.
- Melville, Herman,
Omoo, written in the 1840s, in which he takes a dim view of the
protestant missions in the Sandwich Islands (Hawaii).
- Bob Judd, Russ Elliot, et al., Combat History -
Company G, 289th Infantry (PDF), Summer 1945 (previously unpublished
typescript describing the the unit's actions in the Battle of the Bulge and
subsequent engagements in France and Germany, December 1944-April 1945,
found among Charles Ives's papers): 18 pages that "may not contain the names
of all the casualties and ... the individual incidents that each one of us
remembers"; Ives is mentioned three times but without an account of the
incident where he was wounded and for which he was awarded two medals.
Includes a cover letter by Jack Hawkes from April 1982.