Post by floydragsdale on Jan 7, 2011 11:53:22 GMT -5
An after the war story.
The stage for this tale is in Marburg, on the Lahn River, Germany 1945. We (I do not remember the name of the outfit) were giving basic training to American Citizens who had lived in Europe all through WWII. I was a member of the cadre that taught the “new soldiers” close order drill, etc.
I was going back to my room, from the mess hall, carrying a sandwich when something poked me in the hip. The “something” was a German shepherd dog. Sensing that the dog was hungry, I fed it half of the sandwich.
From then on, I had a dog. I named her Lady. She was with me constantly, on or off duty.
One morning, I had a chore to do which required me to go to an office where dogs would not be welcome. Consequently, Lady was left in our room.
Upon returning to our billets a group of officers were just leaving the building. As I opened the door to the room, one of the Officers (a General) said to me, “Soldier, is that your dog in there? I replied in the affirmative and the General said, “That’s a pretty good dog you have in there.” I smiled; saluted and replied, “Thank you sir.”
Later that morning while going by the Company Commander’s office he invited me in for a brief chat.
He said, “Damm you, Ragsgale, the next time we have an inspection get that dog out of your room.
The punch line is this: When the inspection team attempted to enter our room, the dog wouldn’t let them in.
Lady, I believe, should have gotten a medal for that incident. However, the Army doesn’t have an award for anything like that.
Floyd,
424 Regiment
The stage for this tale is in Marburg, on the Lahn River, Germany 1945. We (I do not remember the name of the outfit) were giving basic training to American Citizens who had lived in Europe all through WWII. I was a member of the cadre that taught the “new soldiers” close order drill, etc.
I was going back to my room, from the mess hall, carrying a sandwich when something poked me in the hip. The “something” was a German shepherd dog. Sensing that the dog was hungry, I fed it half of the sandwich.
From then on, I had a dog. I named her Lady. She was with me constantly, on or off duty.
One morning, I had a chore to do which required me to go to an office where dogs would not be welcome. Consequently, Lady was left in our room.
Upon returning to our billets a group of officers were just leaving the building. As I opened the door to the room, one of the Officers (a General) said to me, “Soldier, is that your dog in there? I replied in the affirmative and the General said, “That’s a pretty good dog you have in there.” I smiled; saluted and replied, “Thank you sir.”
Later that morning while going by the Company Commander’s office he invited me in for a brief chat.
He said, “Damm you, Ragsgale, the next time we have an inspection get that dog out of your room.
The punch line is this: When the inspection team attempted to enter our room, the dog wouldn’t let them in.
Lady, I believe, should have gotten a medal for that incident. However, the Army doesn’t have an award for anything like that.
Floyd,
424 Regiment
