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Post by floydragsdale on Sept 17, 2014 18:39:45 GMT -5
Hello everyone:
The sensation of experiencing a monster of a tank spinning around and around over a Soldiers foxhole is not a pleasant memory to reminiscence over. Yet, this veteran experienced that and lived to tell about it.
The tank, a German one, was coming straight at my foxhole.
While in combat, much of the time, a soldier doesn’t have time to dilly dally over what to do! This was one of those moments; hunker down in the foxhole was the one and only choice I had.
Soon the tank was on top of my foxhole, grinding its’ tread around and around on top of the hole.
Instantly, a flash back of basic training came to mind, “Dig that foxhole deep enough soldier, or you can be crushed to death in it by a tank”, we were told.
As chunks of earth were falling down my neckline, I thought, “Thank God this hole is deep enough.”
Moments such as this seem to last far too long, however in horrifying seconds they are gone.
As the unfriendly tank continued on its’ way, this anxious Soldier anticipated German Infantry men to be following close behind; however, fortunately for me they where not.
In less time than it takes to tell about it, I was out of that hole in the ground and scampering for more friendly territory, which was several hundred yards away.
That was an occasion in this Veteran’s life that I’ll never forget.
Floyd, 424th Regiment
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Post by connie on Sept 17, 2014 21:15:46 GMT -5
Floyd,
I have difficulty finding words to express my response to your account of this terrifying incident. You certainly took me there with you. It feels almost wrong to break the mood, but once I caught my breath, I did find myself wondering if you could recall where you were when this happened...
Connie
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Post by floydragsdale on Sept 18, 2014 10:23:50 GMT -5
Good Morning Connie:
I think this was on the outskirts of Manhay, or a village near there, between Christmas & New Years. Unless troops could see a road sign that identified a town, or village we never knew where we were.
For many years I've not mentioned this incident to hardly a soul. Now that I' in my late eighties it doesn't seem to matter anymore.
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Post by connie on Sept 19, 2014 9:58:27 GMT -5
Good Morning, Floyd,
I appreciate your sharing this terrifying experience... It gives a vivid picture of some of what was happening there... And, though no one will ever be able to pin down the spot as accurately as they did your foxhole on the Schnee Eifel, your general feel for time and place does help me get more of a feel for what was happening in that pocket at that time period...
Thank you!
Connie
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Post by floydragsdale on Sept 19, 2014 18:33:26 GMT -5
The first 14 days of the Bulge campaign were very hectic for the 424th Regiment.
The front lines were very fluid during that period. My memory reminds me of the short daylight hours and long nights. We were short on sleep so much of the time. When the troops should have been resting they we were hiking a great deal of the days and nights.
The body can get so drained of energy that a soldier would go to sleep while walking. I recall that happening to me at least several times.
On one occasion, I dozed off to sleep and strayed off the road into a ditch and fell on my face. Another time we were hiking in a column of twos along a road and I (fell asleep) wandered from the right column to the left one. One of my fellow soldiers wearily said, “Ragsdale, get on the other side of the road where you belong”. I remember saying, “Just push me and I’ll move over.”
A person’s legs just continues walking, nevertheless, the body takes over and requires some sleep
There were times when the ground was so muddy that a soldier simply couldn’t lay down, or sit down. So, three or four of us would form a huddle, put arms around each other, lean forward and snooze for a short while.
Sometimes Yankee ingenuity came to the rescue during the war.
Floyd
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