This brave soldier died during the Battle of the Bulge.
Unlike in the Werhmacht where the practice was to rotate it’s soldiers, our guys stayed on the line until the war ended, or were wounded or killed.
My uncle, was sent in to Utah Beach ... He was struck by shrapnel in the head. He maintained the presence of mind to keep his hand in the air, so the beach comers would see he was still alive..
He was carted off to a hospital and a metal plate inserted to keep his brain intact. Then he was promptly sent off to the Battle of the Bulge ... I know this because his mother, my grandmother told me about it, through tear filled eyes. He made it back to the USA, but not the same person she knew. I barely knew him.. but I love this woman as much as I love anyone...
I never thought about asking to ‘see’/’read’ his letters. I suppose they were given to one of his sons. I was a kid and it hurt to see her pain.
1st ID.
The Big Red One.
No Mission too difficult, no sacrifice too great.
Hoorah!
1976
5.56mm