Allright! Thanks for the help “IRock”. In my book,…you do ROCK
This is my favorite picture of my Dad in WW2. It’s wintertime just before the Battle of the Bulge. Notice that my Dad is wearing a white snow cover. It was rather unusual for US Army soldiers at that time to have them. Since he was on an out-post on the front lines or even sometimes inside the German lines it was issued to him, along with the Thompson. When the Germans overan his OP at the start of the “Bulge” he had to make his way 20 or so miles back to the American lines. Once there the M.P.‘s noticed the white snow cover which was more common for the German troops, his being quite tall(6’-7"), angular, and being of English/German descent all made the M.P.'s suspicious of him and so they held him for questioning until someone from his unit could be located and vouch for him. Remember, the Germans had parachuted several American-speaking German commandoes into the American lines at the start of the battle to create confusion. My Dad said he was very glad to get back to his unit alive not having been shot by either the Germans OR the Americans, haha.
Of course I’m just paraphrasing. His article on this was probably 5-7 pages if I remember correctly and had several other “happennings” as well.
By the way, my Dad would NEVER consider himself a hero and has told me so many stories of the infantrymen that he encountered that were ALWAYS facing death every minute of there lives. Sure, he had his moments of sufferring artillery, sniper fire, and fighter-bombers(ME-262)…but not 24/7 like the line infantry did. He really respected those guys and helped them out ANYTIME he could. My point is that my Dad was a soldier that although he voluntered for some hazardous duty, simply just did his duty, and was fortunate enough to live through it.
I hope I didn’t get too long-winded for anyone. I’m sorry if I did. I’m sure everyone won’t hesitate to let me know their opinions on this. Later, Tall Paul