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Did not know that, my dad (RIP) served in Europe and was wounded during the Battle of The Bulge in France. Luckily he only was hit with schrapnel in the arm and shoulder and was able to come home and lead a normal life later.
Your father should be proud as a member of "The Greatest Generation".
wil..
Did not know that, my dad (RIP) served in Europe and was wounded during the Battle of The Bulge in France. Luckily he only was hit with schrapnel in the arm and shoulder and was able to come home and lead a normal life later.
Your father should be proud as a member of "The Greatest Generation".
wil..
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my dad wil was a sharpshooter in WW11......shot out the sights on the german tanks and then guys ran up and tossed (what he described as a can of rotting orange juice) inside the tank and they came flying out with arms raised..........he said the stuff burned their eyes skin everything....they got out quickDid not know that, my dad (RIP) served in Europe and was wounded during the Battle of The Bulge in France. Luckily he only was hit with schrapnel in the arm and shoulder and was able to come home and lead a normal life later.
Your father should be proud as a member of "The Greatest Generation".
wil..
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Sharpshooters since the Civil War have been among the most elite (and scary) fighting men (and women when discussing the Russian WW2 Army) to ever see combat.
The cans that smelled of rotting orange juice were actually smoke grenades that contained hydrochloric acid among other chemicals and caused not only colored smoke but burned the eyes and skin of tank crews and made them evacuate the vehicle most rikki tik.
You're dad performed a special and not for everyone job when he served in WW2. Hats off to him.
wil.
Sharpshooters since the Civil War have been among the most elite (and scary) fighting men (and women when discussing the Russian WW2 Army) to ever see combat.
The cans that smelled of rotting orange juice were actually smoke grenades that contained hydrochloric acid among other chemicals and caused not only colored smoke but burned the eyes and skin of tank crews and made them evacuate the vehicle most rikki tik.
You're dad performed a special and not for everyone job when he served in WW2. Hats off to him.
wil.
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i have attended more funerals for brothers than the law allows, and i always cry at them, especially when they blow Taps.
there's lyrics for Taps too ...
"Taps"
Day is done,
gone the sun,
from the lakes
from the hills
from the sky,
all is well,
safely, rest,
God is near.
Fading light,
Dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky
Gleaming bright,
From afar,
Drawing, near,
Falls the night.
Thanks and praise,
For our days,
Neath the sun
Neath the stars
Neath the sky,
As we go,
This, we, know,
God is near.
It all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia. The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land. During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moan of a soldier who lay mortally wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. When the captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead. The captain lit a lantern. Suddenly he caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy has been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, he enlisted in the Confederate Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial despite his enemy status. His request was partially granted. The captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge of the son at the funeral. That request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate. Out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician. The captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted. This music was the haunting melody we now know as "Taps" used at military funerals.
Information provided by Lt Colonel Lewis Kirkpatrick, (Ret) Reserve Officers Association
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no matter where you go, there you are ...
“All gave some.
Some gave all.”
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courtesy of a fellow brother StarnetGypsey @ MajorWager
appreciate all that have and continue to serve
there's lyrics for Taps too ...
"Taps"
Day is done,
gone the sun,
from the lakes
from the hills
from the sky,
all is well,
safely, rest,
God is near.
Fading light,
Dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky
Gleaming bright,
From afar,
Drawing, near,
Falls the night.
Thanks and praise,
For our days,
Neath the sun
Neath the stars
Neath the sky,
As we go,
This, we, know,
God is near.
It all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia. The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land. During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moan of a soldier who lay mortally wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. When the captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead. The captain lit a lantern. Suddenly he caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy has been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, he enlisted in the Confederate Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial despite his enemy status. His request was partially granted. The captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge of the son at the funeral. That request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate. Out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician. The captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted. This music was the haunting melody we now know as "Taps" used at military funerals.
Information provided by Lt Colonel Lewis Kirkpatrick, (Ret) Reserve Officers Association
__________________
no matter where you go, there you are ...
“All gave some.
Some gave all.”
Gyps
Reply With Quote
courtesy of a fellow brother StarnetGypsey @ MajorWager
appreciate all that have and continue to serve
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