He still wears a sweater in the summer evenings and hates the winters here in PA, due to that -50°F weather. He and other guys had to dig frozen turnips and potatoes from abandoned fields to feed their units, since they were so low on food, fuel and ammo, until they were finally resupplied.
God Bless your Uncle; RIP.
God Bless your Dad and God Bless ex-snook
Please salute your Father for me and then give him a hug.
I just read your post to my son and his buddies all Army vets. They also would like to salute your Father.