Post by floydragsdale on Aug 7, 2013 11:08:52 GMT -5
War is hell; it always has been and it always will be that way. - - - December 7, 1941, our country was plunged into war. Millions of American Citizens answered the clarion call to arms. We honored a pledge to serve our Country by serving in the U.S. Army, Navy, & Marine Corps.
Battle of the Bulge Infantry Soldiers knew what it was like to stand in a foxhole, in freezing weather, thousands of miles from home; they knew what it was like to realize they might not see the sunset that day, or the sunrise the next day. They knew the feeling of loneliness on the battlefield. They knew what it was like to see their fellow Soldiers fall, mortally wounded. They knew the feeling of complete exhaustion - - - the inability of their flesh & blood to continue on, yet they must, or die.
They knew what is was like to march so many miles they went to sleep while walking. The American Infantry Soldier fought the enemy and the weather; ever hoping that some day it would all end and somehow he would survive and could go home again.
Army Nurses, Angels of Mercy, went to sleep at night haunted by memories of the mangled bodies of young American Soldiers they had cared for in the Field Hospital that day. So ghastly were their wounds, that death was little more. Wounded men were crying for help from every where; while others who were dying, offered God their final prayer.
With their fellow warriors on the battlefield the Infantryman kept their promise and lived the code of a Soldier; Duty, Honor & Country.
Back home, in the States, Western Union telegraph lines hummed - - - constantly, with dreaded messages of sadness, “the Secretary of War regrets to inform you - - - telegrams that forever fractured the lives of the innocent, brining tears and sadness to homes across our nation. Aged mothers and young wives were to bear the weight of sorrow for the remainder of their lives.
Wars are planned my older men in council rooms; however they are fought fought by much younger men on the battlefield.
War has its’ price tag - - - not only in $$$$$$ but in blood, sweat, toil and tears, scarred memories and the dead.
Floyd
424th Regiment
Battle of the Bulge Infantry Soldiers knew what it was like to stand in a foxhole, in freezing weather, thousands of miles from home; they knew what it was like to realize they might not see the sunset that day, or the sunrise the next day. They knew the feeling of loneliness on the battlefield. They knew what it was like to see their fellow Soldiers fall, mortally wounded. They knew the feeling of complete exhaustion - - - the inability of their flesh & blood to continue on, yet they must, or die.
They knew what is was like to march so many miles they went to sleep while walking. The American Infantry Soldier fought the enemy and the weather; ever hoping that some day it would all end and somehow he would survive and could go home again.
Army Nurses, Angels of Mercy, went to sleep at night haunted by memories of the mangled bodies of young American Soldiers they had cared for in the Field Hospital that day. So ghastly were their wounds, that death was little more. Wounded men were crying for help from every where; while others who were dying, offered God their final prayer.
With their fellow warriors on the battlefield the Infantryman kept their promise and lived the code of a Soldier; Duty, Honor & Country.
Back home, in the States, Western Union telegraph lines hummed - - - constantly, with dreaded messages of sadness, “the Secretary of War regrets to inform you - - - telegrams that forever fractured the lives of the innocent, brining tears and sadness to homes across our nation. Aged mothers and young wives were to bear the weight of sorrow for the remainder of their lives.
Wars are planned my older men in council rooms; however they are fought fought by much younger men on the battlefield.
War has its’ price tag - - - not only in $$$$$$ but in blood, sweat, toil and tears, scarred memories and the dead.
Floyd
424th Regiment
