This is second T.G.I.F. Remember Roy always sang songs with “The sons of the pioneersâ€

Just humm along, next Fridaty we will go on B-24 Mission

Off we go into the wild blue yonder----Here is second F-2

WW2 Marriages: A short “I do†and off to war

WW 2 marriages did not have tuxedos and long gowns but did have everlasting love. As a cadet we finished our tour at Gettysburg College and was given one week furlough Friday May 12,1944. From "Old Dorm" I called my fiancee and asked if she would marry me. She said yes, I jumped on a bus to Harrisburg, bought a new cadet hat, jumped on train for Detroit. On the train the porter looked at me, with wings on my shoulder, wings on my new cap, and humming our song "You'll never know how much I miss you". The porter said "Sir we have a better seat in the car ahead of us." I arrived home Saturday morning and found out we needed some papers filled out but offices were closed. Luck was with me, my future father-in-law had friends downtown, so everything was copasetic. We were married Monday May 15,1944 at 7 PM. We went downtown to the Hotel Fort Shelby. Shortly after arriving there my wife's sister and our best man came with White Castle Hamburgers. We spent the rest of the week on cloud nine floating around visiting friends. Sunday May 20, 1944 I left my love (boy, is this hard to write) and did not see her for two years while I went to Philippine Islands and Taegu, Korea. My wife is with our Lord now, looking down here and I can still hear her saying "Roy you are going to make yourself sick". Name Roy is another story, my middle name is LeRoy.

May 20 I was back to Gettysburg College and we were shipped out to Maxwell Field, Alabama for Pre-flight. After pre-flight we went to Avon Park, Florida where we started flying the open cockpit Bi-wing PT-17 Stearman. Then to Lakeland Florida with same type of plane. Then to Cochran Field at Macon, Georgia flying the AT-6 Texan. January 1945 I was given check flight by a Captain and one by a Major. (I had my pilot’s license before joining the Air Corps.) The Major said I did OK but they had too many pilots and I was put in the Army Infantry. I went to Gainesville,Texas for infantry training. Finished training and went to New Jersey and then by train to Pittsburg, California and shipped out June 1, 1945 for the Philippine Islands.

1943, Simone sweet-shop,Detroit

Any one from our old gang on Grand River, Joy Road area

Le Roy, Art, Harry(Kitche),Duke, Matthew Girls,Moe,

Lt. Harry Savage, Navigator K.I.A. Ploesti oil fields, Aug. 1943

Art (Le Roy)

1943, Simone sweet-shop,Detroit

Any one from our old gang on Grand River, Joy Road area

Le Roy, Art, Harry(Kitche),Duke, Matthew Girls,Moe,

Lt. Harry Savage, Navigator K.I.A. Ploesti oil fields, Aug. 1943

Art (Le Roy)

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im doing a project on the draft and i was wondering if anyone here could give me there personal opinions on it. accounts would be nice also. storys too.

thank you for ur responsis.

So here's another one from the archives of Alpha company, 1st platoon, 168th Engineer battalion Combat Mechanized.

As combat engineers of course we were always being attached to other units as their support. Our platoon was always attached to 1-33 Armor, Tankers. At first this seemed like a decent arrangement. After all we rode around in M-113 APCs better known as the rolling coffin. It would be nice to have the big ole M-1A1s right beside us. Our views of this quickly changed after my first field experience.

We were at Yakima firing center for a training rotation and of course that meant riding along with tanks. We would sleep in their assembly area with their people pulling guard and their 1st Sgt bring us food. The next day we were to roll out for an attack at 0600hrs. The night before the attack we struck up a conversation with the tank positioned next to us and they seemed like a real friendly bunch. They showed us through their tank and let us look through the optics and sit in the drivers seat. It was a lot of fun. The next day as we were lining up to move to the LP we found that we would be following our new friends. What could be better right? We followed the tank in front of us for a little over an hour to the IP. At the LP we had our pre-mission briefing and wound up sitting next to our tankers. Upon leaving the lp we began the combat run. We knew from our op-orders it would be a long day. The scouts had reported a mine field but it at least two and a half hours away as the task force travels. Those of us in the back settled in for a long ride.

Half way to the LP we were held up by a communication problem between the task force commander and a couple of his Lts. A couple of us in the back of the 113 three had stood up to get a look of what was going on when we saw the tank commander in front of turn around and give us a strange look and point at us. Our TC thinking the man was being friendly kind of waved back. Next thing we knew the turret began to spin on the tank. It was heading right for us. Our TC began waving his arms frantically and screaming but the tank commander could not hear him. Suddenly our MILES gear started flashing and we could all hear the sweet little voice exclaiming "direct hit, tank fire". We had all just become simulated casualties. Our TC was so upset (I'll avoid any direct quotes from him) he climbed out of the 113 and started running at the tank. They received the word to continue and started to roll. Our TC didn't care he kept chasing them, picking up rocks and throwing them at the tank the entire time.

Come to find out later that night, they did not know we were behind them and thought we were part of the opposition force. Even though we had camped beside, ate with them, toured their vehicle and had been following them for hours. We also found out that three other engineer squads became casualties that day as a resut of their own tankers.