1944 was a memorable year for me.
I went into the Air Corpse at 18, just 4 weeks after "D" day. 5 months later, the Germans began "Battle of The Buldge". I thank GOD for not being two years older. Most of my time was used up in service schools.
Papa Art & I go to the 101st airborne meetings here in our area. Art's brother was in the 101 and was killed crossing the Rhine. In one of our meetings last year, a 101st historian asked if those who participated in the battle at Bastone would gather in a group to have their picture taken. As they stood there, old, hardly the image they were back then, you couldn'e mistake what was in there eyes. When we started applaud them, there wasn't a dry eye in the room, including theirs. Too bad heros have to get old.