Bloodybucket28th
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My dad was an infantryman with the 28th ID, 110th Rgt, 2nd Bn, "Easy" Co. He landed shortly after D-Day, and was in the Hurtgen mess and got captured during the "Bulge". In a nutshell, after being cut off his squad sacked out in the middle of a field full of "haystacks", that on closer inspection turned out to be German tents. He passed on a few years ago. I had a Great Uncle who served as one of Rickenbacker's mechanics, and, being afraid that he was missing all the fun while stuck in the rear, deserted to go to the front, and picked up shattered left leg and a lung full of gas as souveniers. The gas did him in years later. Not be outdone by the military hijinks of my near and far ancestors, I joined the Marine Reserves in 1980, and just recently retired as a Master Sergeant. While I had some adventures, most recently in the Great EZ-Bake Oven filled with Kitty Litter, I failed miserably to equal the exploits of my relatives, who both had careers lasting a few years, in my almost three decades of service, thank God. One thing that those of you know a relative who has served might consider, is getting them to talk about it while the camera is rolling. I'm very glad I did that with my dad, and I think my kids will appreciate it someday.
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