When I first posted this (written yesterday, went up early this morning) I failed to appreciate that this was Thanksgiving Day for 1942.
Now, of course, most of the day is gone.
Usually when something like this comes up, I ponder on what that must have meant for my family at the time, so I've added that below.
The legendary film Casablanca, truly one of the best movies ever filmed, premiered at the Hollywood Theater in New York in advance of its general release.
The movie is a fantastic film that holds up today. Amazingly, the film as we know it barely came together, with casting changes and the like. Paul Henreid proved aloof during the film, regarding the other actors as lessors, and the film was overall one that shouldn't have worked out as well as it truly did.
It's one of my favorite films.
Riots broke out in Brisbane, Australia, between US servicemen and Australian servicemen.
This was not a minor incident, and one Australian serviceman was killed. While generally Americans and Australians got along well, the disproportionately high pay of American serviceman was a source of problems all over the world, as merchants would cater to them, and it gave them an advantage with local women. American soldiers were also freer with physical affection towards Australian women which offended Australians even though, ironically, the culture was much more libertine in the same arena behind closed doors.
Additionally, Americans were dismissive of Australian soldiers in general, even though at the time they were all volunteer and had served in the war since 1939. Australians were disdainful in turn of Americans who had, right up until about this time, a record of defeat.
The whole thing came to a head, resulting in two days of riots, the news of which was later suppressed.
President Franklin Roosevelt ordered gasoline rationing expanded to include the entire United States, effective December 1.
Speaking of a situation that involved the use of fuel, German 6th Army Commander Paulus, trapped at Stalingrad with his troops, wrote to his superior, Von Manstein, as follows:
For the past thirty-six hours I had received no orders or information from a higher level. In a few hours I was liable to be confronted with the following situation:(a) Either I must remain in position on my western and northern fronts and very soon see the army front rolled up from behind (in which case I should formally be complying with the orders issued to me), or else(b) I must make the only possible decision and turn with all my might on the enemy who was about to stab the army from behind. In the latter event, clearly, the eastern and northem fronts can no longer be held and it an only be a matter of breaking through to the south-west.In case of (b) I should admittedly be doing justice to the situation but should also - for the second time - be guilty of disobeying an order.(3) In this difficult situation I sent the Fuhrer a signal asking for freedom to take such a final decision if it should become necessary. I wanted to have this authority in order to guard against issuing the only possible order in that situation too late....The airlift of the last three days has brought only a fraction of the calculated minimum requirement (600 tons = 300 Ju daily). In the very next few days supplies can lead to a crisis of the utmost gravity.I still believe, however, that the army can hold out for a time. On the other hand - even if anything like a corridor is cut through to me - it is still not possible to tell whether the daily increasing weakness of the army, combined with the lack of accommodation and wood for constructional and heating purposes, will allow the area around Stalingrad to be held for any length of time.
While Paulus was asking for freedom of action, in Von Manstein's view the 6th Army lacked sufficient fuel to accomplish even minor movements, making a breakout by the 6th Army impossible.
As noted, this was Thanksgiving Day for 1942.
That is, US Thanksgiving Day.
Unlike Americans seem to think, most countries have a Thanksgiving of some sort. It's very common for Christian countries. The U.S. can't really claim to have had "the first Thanksgiving", although we do.
However, not all countries have Thanksgiving on the same day by any means, so this was the holiday date for the U.S. in 1942.
On this day I know my father's family would have gathered for a Thanksgiving Dinner and it would have been the traditional type, turkey, etc. It likely would have been, however, just my father's immediate family, but which I mean his parents and siblings. No aunts or uncles lived nearby, they were living in Scotsbluff, and the grandparents were in Denver and Iowa respectively.
My father and his siblings would have been on a holiday break from school of course. It was the first Thanksgiving of the war, but none of them were old enough to really be directly impacted by it yet.
