Here's a photo of my Dad with "Anzio Annie", one of the German
railroad guns in Italy. Those guns were hell
for our guys on the beachhead.
I've often thought that one of the worst things must've
been the noise of war. We can see photos and read accounts, but we can't
ever hear the actual SOUND of war. It must've been unimaginable.
When my Dad came home, he had to get a job right away to help his parents.
One of the first jobs he had was working for a General Motors plant.
Now, my father was a WORKER all his life. As a youngster, he worked cleaning
chicken coops and stables, mowing lawns etc and later in his life he held 3 jobs
to support his family ( and 2 of those jobs were physical labor). He was
never a "quitter" , so you can imagine how stunned I was to find paperwork
from GM showing that he'd quit. Under "reason for leaving", he'd put: "Noise".
I think that's pretty much tells the story.
M2