Looking
out the window, it is still cold and snow covered. Although not
totally snowbound I'm staying indoors to avoid falling as I did a
couple of years ago. Having turned to it takes too damn long to
heal.
Got
an email showing at B-17 returning to England being shot to pieces
from German flak with dead and wounded on board. This got me
thinking of my second cousin, mom's cousin, who was killed over his
fifth mission as a gunner over Vietnam.
From
there my thoughts returned to the weather and the troops involved in
the Battle of the Bulge. The cold conquered the overall misery of
American troops and two of my uncles who were following General
Patton to relieve Bastone. One lost the use of his leg during this
period.
Another
uncle jumped into north Africa then to Italy via Sicily and fought
and walked to Germany. On the other side of the world another uncle
was flying the Hump as an engineer as a cousin was following
Stillwell out of Burma.
Back
to the cold and misery my great uncle a WWI veteran was back at it in
the Aleutian campaign.
Mom's
brother spent over two years island hopping in the Pacific ending by
being seriously wounded in Okinawa. Dad never left the US probably
due to his age and physical problems but still served from 43 to 45
leaving Mom and home with my two brothers and myself living in a
shack with no electricity, rationed kerosene, no government aid and 1
mile from the nearest store or food stuff. We did have an old pony
and buggy.
All
of this had a large influence on my decision to never be cold again.
©RonLynch
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