June 3, 1944 – 11:03 PM

Ike: yo, sorry for late group txt. Brit weather guys freaking out again anyone got connects w mother nature??

Marshy G: Frizz check says storms likely again, sigh prob another date shift incoming.

Brad: plz no more delays my uniform already pressed 3x this week #WrinkleWoes

H-Stim: drowning in paperwork. nxt “Top Secret” stamp i see, i’m retiring.

Frank the Journalist joined the chat

Frank the Journalist: ummm hello? wrong chat maybe?

June 4, 1944 – 8:15 AM

C-Nimz: Morning from the sunny Pacific (pic attached lol sorry not sorry)

Ike: Nimz, rubbing it in huh? boots still wet from last wk here

Hap: my jacket smells like a wet dog can we invade a dry place next time??

FDR joined the chat

FDR: Good morning everyone. who changed my profile pic to an eagle in a top hat?

JD: guilty, thought it looked patriotic sir. should I change back?

FDR: nah keep it. kinda love it actually

Frank the Journalist: hey guys, quick question, this is off record…right? (anyone?)

June 4, 1944 – 9:45 AM

Marshy G: Hey Ike, are we still stuck w boring beach names like Utah/Omaha? “Beachy McBeachface” still on table?

Ike: official codenames only marshy stop trying to meme the invasion pls

Brad: btw my friend Colette in normandy is hype we’re coming. plz give her this if u see her! [attached jpg: “bonjour! keep the baguettes warm!!”]

Ike: dude. priorities.

Frank the Journalist: seriously tho, am I supposed 2b here? nobody’s answering me…

June 4, 1944 – 10:55 AM

H-Stim: Brits saying weather break june 6. greenlight??

Ike: yup LOCKED IN June 6. also, can we pls get some coffee that doesn’t taste burnt??

JD: got some good stuff hidden in London. price: 1 crate chocolate bars.

Hap: JD, I’d trade an entire bomber wing for decent coffee right now

FDR: side note, anyone know good tailor in London? Churchills guy ghosted me.

Frank the Journalist: hello??? my editor gonna kill me if this is classified.

June 4, 1944 – 8:00 PM

Marshy G: need D-day pump-up songs! suggestions?

Hap: “boogie woogie bugle boy” slaps [link]

JD: def slaps. great cockpit vibes.

Brad: better than “don’t sit under the apple tree” been stuck in my head 24/7. radio guy humming constantly #earworm

Ike: we’re planning biggest amphibious invasion in history guys maybe serious tune??

H-Stim: “battle hymn of the republic”?

Ike: fine. do both.

Frank the Journalist: still here guys…can someone remove me or??

June 5, 1944 – 6:10 AM

Ike: paratroopers load tonight. last check, everyone good??

Brad: small rant pants are WAY too short. my ankles on display, troops laughing probably #GeneralFashionCrisis

Marshy G: maybe troops admire ur relatable ankles?

Brad: doubt it marshy

Ike: I’ll ping quartermaster. no generals in highwaters allowed

Frank the Journalist: this silence is rlly awkward, are u ignoring me intentionally?

June 6, 1944 – 6:40 AM

Ike: first wave hitting beaches now, Omaha is rough. heavy fire but pushing inland

Brad: Utah looking better. landed off-course but seems like good luck? less enemy presence

Hap: air cover up, heavy flak but fighters holding strong. Luftwaffe busy w us #dogfightime

JD: pointe du hoc wild rn, rangers literally climbing cliffs under fire. screaming for coffee drops—wish i could boys

Frank the Journalist: uh should i sign an NDA or something?? cuz i should NOT be reading this.

June 6, 1944 – 9:00 PM

Marshy G: hearing beachheads secured! guess u won’t need ur “failure letter” Ike?

Ike: dont jinx it marshy. long road ahead still

FDR: proud of u all. Churchill just sang “bless ’em all” to me over phone. quite something

H-Stim: we’ll get press release out once safe. morale v high here.

Brad: ankles will celebrate new pants soon. meantime, troops pushing inland!

C-Nimz: Pacific congrats proud of you boys

Frank the Journalist: ok well im still here. should I just… quietly leave then? tap tap mic check??

Photo: Keystone/Getty

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