Quentin Roosevelt - June 2007 Trip To Quentin's French Battlefield Monument

June 2007 Trip To Quentin's French Battlefield Monument

In June 2007, several Roosevelt family members as well as members of the Theodore Roosevelt Association (TRA) visited the small monument in France at the French village over which Quentin was shot down in 1918. Their purpose was to restore the monument and prepare a report to the TRA on the work accomplished by this trip.

Quentin Roosevelt II (1919–1948), the fourth son of Theodore Roosevelt, Jr. was named after Quentin, and also died in a plane crash.

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