FIRE SWEPT TRAIL

St. Ann School · Gloucester, Massachusetts · 1967

The Gloucester Letters

A fourth grade class wrote to a wounded Navy corpsman they had never met. He kept every letter for the rest of his life.

As featured on NBC10 Boston and in the Gloucester Daily Times

In their own words

What ten year olds wrote to a wounded corpsman

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Sister Roselle's fourth grade class

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    Their teacher

    Sister Roselle, now Sister Mary Flatley

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    About the letters

    The story behind them

    Hill 861
    March 16, 1967

    A corpsman on a fire-swept trail

    My dad, Russell Jacobson, was a 20 year old Navy corpsman with the Marines. On Hill 861 near Khe Sanh, he was hit more than a dozen times pulling wounded Marines off a fire-swept trail.

    Chelsea Naval Hospital
    1967

    Then the letters came

    He nearly died several times. He lost a lot of weight, struggled to eat, and pulled away from people. Then a fourth grade class in Gloucester he had never met sent him jokes, school news, prayers and their friendship.

    Dad at Chelsea Naval Hospital, where the children's letters reached him. Tap to enlarge.
    The red TWA bag

    He held on to them like gold

    Dad rarely talked about Vietnam. But he kept every one of these letters in a red TWA carry on bag that went everywhere our family went.

    August
    2026

    I found their teacher

    She taught the class as Sister Roselle and now goes by Sister Mary Flatley. Two of her former students helped me find her, and I talked with her by FaceTime.

    Gloucester
    2026

    Finding the kids who wrote them

    The kids who wrote them are in their late 60s now. I'm finding them, sharing high-quality scans of their letters, and letting them know what their kindness meant to a wounded corpsman and his family.

    From Russell's son

    What your letters meant to me

    I remember seeing these letters once as a young boy, probably about the same age as the children who wrote them.

    Vietnam was something we couldn’t really talk about at home. I could see what the war had done to my dad, but I didn’t know what to do with my anger and confusion about what had happened to him. It was hard to understand how so much could have happened to him and so little could be said about it.

    Reading your letters brought me comfort. Here were children about my age calling him a friend and wishing him well. Their words showed me that people outside our family had noticed and cared about my dad.

    If you wrote one of these letters, I want you to know that years after you sent it, your words brought comfort to his son, too.

    Dave JacobsonRussell's son

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