Veterans Day is a day of memories. Summer of 1944, basic training at Fort Benning and Fort Bragg. Leaving Brooklyn Navy Yard for France. German submarine packs hounding our convoy. Riding in a "40 and 8" box car to the front. The sound of the first 88mm shell. Watching a booby trap explode on the guy next to me. Feeling shrapnel hit my leg. Laying in a ditch all night listening to the other wounded cry out. Rejoining my outfit. Liberating a slave labor camp. Capturing my first prisoner. Watching a young German in an SS uniform hold up a battalion until his body was Swiss cheese. Riding on the back of a tank into the German Neckar Valley. Capturing Stuttgart on the last day of the war. Going home. Memories, good and bad.
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