Eldon R. Olin (aka “Ole”): U.S. Army Signal Corps – Patton’s 3rd Army - 33rd Signal Construction Bn

     Eldon Olin, better known as Ole, was born on 23 March 1921 in Chinook, Washington to John and Ellen Olin. He had eight brothers and sisters, three of which were half-siblings. His father died when Ole was about nine years old and in an effort to help his mother financially, he retained a job delivering telegrams for the Postal Telegraph Company. 

Cover of a CCC manual

     Ole’s family was one of many across America who was deeply affected by the Great Depression which hit in 1929. He quit school after the 8^th grade and upon turning 16 Ole joined the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC). He was initially tasked with felling trees in the Oakridge area for $1 a day. 

     Later on he served as a sign painter as well as an axe man with the survey team. Ole inherited his father’s love of painting and after saving up for a while, purchased a beginners oil painting set for $4. He later sold his first painting for $5 and thus his free-time art career began.

Bunny & Ole on a motorbike 1942

     In late 1939 Ole gained employment with the Hinkson Timber Cruising Company in Eugene, Oregon. He started at the bottom and ended up learning how to perform the variety of tasks performed on a timber cruise. While attending his sister Elva’s 15^th birthday party (1940), Ole met his future wife Bernice “Bunny” Eversole. The two eloped (Bunny was 17 1/2) and were married in Toledo, Oregon on 9 June 1942. 
     In the summer of 1942, Ole was working as a Compassman on a timber cruise out of Eugene. In August of that year, while on a job just East of Seattle, Washington, Ole received a telegram from his wife urging him to head home straight away. Ole was being drafted and was to report immediately to Fort Lewis. From that moment forward their lives were forever changed. Ole officially entered the service on 10 September 1942 at the age of 21 and went through basic training at Camp Crowder in Missouri, as well as Message Center School.

Louisiana Maneuvers

     He was then sent on to Camp McCain in Mississippi for further training and after that he participated in maneuvers at Camp Polk, Louisiana. His young bride made her way to Camp McCain in January of 1943 with the desire to spend as much time as possible with her husband before he was shipped off to war. Bunny managed to find them a room to live in, which included an old leather sofa for a bed and use of the bathroom. She also found a job at the local drugstore where she worked as a waitress. Whenever Ole was on leave he spent it with his wife. In April of that same year, the couple found out they were expecting. Bunny was quite homesick by this point so Ole, able to get a pass, took her back to Oregon by way of train.

Ole was soon sent on to Camp Van Dorn (also in Mississippi) for mobilization training then to Camp Polk, Louisiana. He was in the Signal Corps and was given the job of telephone lineman. This required him to spend ~10 weeks learning to build open wire lines and lay field wire. On 30 November 1943 his first child, Michael, was born. At the beginning of December Ole traveled back to a couple of the Camp’s he had previously been to, receiving training for overseas deployment.

H.M.S. Andes

In late December he was given leave to see his newborn child. Unfortunately, traveling by train from the South to Oregon was slow going and most of his leave was spent on a train. But the excitement of being a new father kept his spirits high and he was grateful for the precious little time he had to hold his son before heading off to war. On 31 January 1944, Company B of the 33^rd Signal Construction Battalion began making their way to New York where they would board the H.M.S. Andes. 

     On 9 February they departed from the United States and arrived ten days later in Liverpool, England. From there it was on to Wrexham, Wales by train to receive training on mine detection & clearing, unarmed defense, and so forth. While there Ole stayed in an old castle. He attended gunnery school as well in Scotland. After this training they headed to London and then crossed the English Channel, landing on Utah beach in Normandy on 12 July. When Ole first entered France the 33^rd was under the 2^nd Army but soon moved to the 3^rd under General Patton.

Coming Ashore at Normandy - Ole's Private Collection

     The Company was divided into squads of eight men placed on detached service and scattered across Europe. Initially, lines were hung from wooden poles. However this method was abolished as they were easily seen and destroyed by the enemy. Lines were thereafter laid along the ground and camouflaged with brush. Sometimes the lines even had to be run across rivers.

     A typical day for Ole started with washing up by putting water in his helmet and then eating his breakfast rations. The squad would then crowd around their Sergeant and receive their orders for the day. 

Ole with his M-1

     Being a lineman on the battlefield was no easy task and being shot at was a very real concern as they were often in enemy territory. The men would rotate which one was 1^st , 2^nd , 3^rd , etc. Ole was among those who came under fire while on the job. The men always had to be on guard and they stayed with the job until it was finished, even when it meant staying overnight in enemy territory. Ole carried a .30 Cal. M-1 on him and a Thompson Sub-machine gun was kept in the truck. 

.30 Caliber M-1

Thompson Sub-Machine Gun being Demonstrated by a British Cpl.

     Ole’s job included determining where telegraph or telephone wire would be laid, laying the line, maintaining them, and performing any repairs. Once a job was completed, they headed back to the bivouac area in their truck(s), ate their dinner rations, and grabbed some shut-eye. Canned rations, that Ole sometimes had, included ham & eggs, hash, cooked potatoes, and fruit. Fruit was less common and was a real treat for the men when it was available. When it came to sleeping, the men would round up whatever bedding materials they could from old mattresses to blankets. Such “luxuries” quickly came to an end when they procured lice infested bedding which led to them all being given some sort of salve by the medics to kill the lice.

     Mail call…..nothing compared to letters and packages from home. When the mail would finally catch up (after going through the hands of censors, travelling thousands of miles, and criss crossing its way across Europe) to Ole and the others, each and every one hoped to hear their name called. “I was thrilled and so were all my buddies (about receiving post). Even little French and Luxembourg children would hang around. We would share like a third of a Butterfinger to three kids and such,” Ole said of mail call during the war. The locals were always very appreciative of anything Ole and his buddies gave them, whether it was a cigarette to an old man or a piece of candy to a little girl. He went on to say that his wife Bunny sent him many Gumdrop cakes, cookies, and candy; which he would generously share with his buddies.

Mail Call at unknown location with unknown men

     News from home was about the only “news” Ole and his buddies got, except for the occasional radio they would come across in an abandoned house. Ole recalled that he and the guys loved it if they could tune into music or the BBC. In his free time, Ole loved to sketch and paint. He even managed to paint a picture of his wife (from a photograph) onto the canvas of a German machine gun cover while on the Brest peninsula in France. 

A sketch of Ole's wife Bunny, drawn by him during the war

     When Company B was close to the German border, Ole witnessed a buzz bomb launched. Then on Thanksgiving Day 1944, he and his buddies stood in the chow line anxiously awaiting a celebratory meal. Unfortunately, their plans were disrupted when German planes strafed the group of men. Ole was second to last in line with his Captain directly behind him when the event occurred. As the planes came down the street, everyone ducked inside a building. Thankfully no one was injured. Like many husbands and fathers who were in the military, Ole worried about returning home to take care of the family he had just begun. Getting home was always on the forefront of the telephone lineman’s mind. Ole's outfit went into Germany during the Battle of the Bulge. He witnessed at least one of the concentration camps and the liberation of the camp.

Braving The Cold For Communication

L to R Eldon Olin, Sgt. Slacker, Charles Stewart) - Frank Marks Collection

     On 10 February 1945 Lieutenant General George S. Patton, Jr., Commander of the U.S. Army, commended every officer and man of the Third Army Signal units for “the superior manner in which his tasks have been performed.”  Also according to the commendation letter, the men “in spite of an unprecedented change of direction, and in the minimum of time, the men maintained the signal communication of the Army at a time when signal communications were more than usually vital, and under conditions of weather and enemy action particularly difficult.” 

"Baker" Company Marching in England (Ole's Collection)

     Later on 26 June 1945, the 33^rd Signal Construction Battalion was the direct target of a commendation from Colonel Elton F. Hammond, Signal Corps Signal Officer, for their outstanding performance in the France, Luxembourg, and Germany campaigns. In it Col. Hammond states that he had desired to commend the men of this Unit in person. However, he was unable to meet up with them before their departure from the area they were in at the time. In the letter the Colonel states, “The best measure of success of your organization in accomplishing this difficult assignment is the fact that despite frequent and unpredictable changes in Corps’ command post locations, this headquarters was never without adequate wire communication to its subordinate Corps. It is well known that the establishment and maintenance of these all-important wire communication facilities could only be accomplished by the loyal, hardworking, and extreme devotion to duty of every member of your organization. The successful accomplishment of your missions contributed materially to the successful operation of the Third U.S. Army in one of the most outstanding military campaigns in modern history.”

     While in Luxembourg-Merl, Ole and his buddies stayed in the “Beim Wooner” (At The Carriage Builder’s”) tavern for a bit. The business was owned by Jean Pierre and Rosalie Laroche-Gaviny. 

The tavern Ole and his buddies stayed in while in Luxembourg-Merl

Ole's Painting of "Susie" 

     Rosalie had noticed the talented artist drawing his buddies to pass the time. One day she asked Ole if he would please do a drawing of her daughter Suzanne (called Susie by the G.I.’s). He asked his commanding officer thinking he the answer would be a firm no. Much to his surprise the CO agreed, saying it was the least they could do to repay the family’s kindness. (*Note: The tavern is still around today but is now known as “Café De L’arret” (Bus-Stop Tavern).

“Café De L’arret” (Bus-Stop Tavern)

     Ole was still in Germany when the country surrendered on 8 May 1945. Everyone was beyond excited for Victory in Europe (VE) Day….this part of the war was over. His platoon visited Munich and went into Austria while making their way out of Europe. Ole had acquired enough service points to head home but he was sent on to the Pacific Theater. While in route, Japan surrendered and no longer would Ole have to worry about the Axis Forces. He did have to spend two months in the Philippines though. According to Ole, he and the others spent them drinking beer, eating coconuts, and laying on the beach. They had certainly earned it. 

2nd Plat. Co. B 33rd Signal Construction Battalion in the Phillipines

     He ended up transferring out of his outfit into the Buckeye Division of Ohio and shipped out at the beginning of December 1945, arriving in San Francisco on 11 December. He hopped onto another boat that took him to Tacoma, Washington where he reported to Ft. Lewis. Three days later he was discharged with the rank of Corporal. 

Company B with some of their war booty
(L-R   Elmer A. Bokamper, Joseph LaBarbera, Charlie Seelenger, Charlie Stewart, Ray Martin)

     Ole served in the Normandy, Northern France, Ardennes, Rhineland, and Central Europe campaign’s in over nearly a year’s time. His decorations and citations include the Good Conduct Medal, Victory Medal, American Theater Service Medal, European African Middle Eastern Service Medal, and the Asiatic Pacific Service Medal. Ole passed away on 27 March 2014, obviously before he could see his war story published on this blog. Thankfully he was able to visit the National WWII Memorial in Washington D.C. in October of 2012 thanks to their local chapter of Honor Flight. Ole described his involvement in the Second World War as “the worst time of my life.” At the wars’ end he suffered from “battle fatigue” and hoped that those who read his story will do all they can to prevent such an event taking place again.

"Monday Morning" Painting by Ole

     He went on to obtain his pilot’s license in 1948 and to have a second son, Greg, on 11 June of that same year. Using this new skill and his experience in the timber industry, Ole ended up creating a career as a self-proclaimed “tree detective”, providing clients with aerial photographs of their land. Ole was one of many who helped bring aerial photography into the civilian world, proving to clients that the photographs contained a wealth of information pertinent to their business. He and Bunny had their third child, a daughter named Bonnie Jo, in February of 1951. Ole continued to paint in his free time, often using his timber career as the subject matter. Getting his hands on proper supplies once the end of the war brought him back stateside, allowed the true depth of his talent to show. To view or purchase Ole’s work, visit www.eldonolin.com. 

     In order to help preserve the history of the telephone lineman and the 33rd signal Construction Battalion as a whole, Ole donated his personal collection of photographs he had taken during the war to a 33rd S.C.B. reenactors group out of New Jersey. You can find them on the web at 33rdscb.tripod.com or on Facebook. (**NOTE: Any photographs that do not give credit to anyone in particular came from the author's research on the internet)

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Hattie “Kitty” Bass (Ulmer) – WAC

Born in 1918, Hattie Bass grew into an adventure seeking gal. In 1942 she was living in Wilmington, North Carolina where she was volunteering a few hours each week with the Aircraft Warning Service (AWS) which had a local station at the town Post Office.

          Hattie picked up the nickname ‘Kitty’ and despite a war going on, she kept a bright outlook on life. Her duty with the AWS was to keep up with spotted planes along the coastline in her area. Air Observers would volunteer along both American coasts to report all aircraft they spotted and pass that information along via a phone call to people like Hattie. The Air Observers were trained to identify enemy and friendly aircraft by counting the number of engines, reading any markings, and recognizing the aircrafts’ shape.

          Congress approved the creation of the Women’s Army Auxiliary Corps (WAAC) on 14 May 1942 after a bill for such was introduced a year earlier. Five training centers were opened: 1 – Fort Des Moines, Iowa 2 – Daytona Beach, Florida 3 – Fort Oglethorpe, Georgia 4 – Fort Devens, Massachusetts 5 – Camp Ruston, Louisiana. The WAAC had no military status and in 1943 Edith Nourse Rogers, the Massachusetts Congresswoman who had introduced the first bill, introduced another to enlist and appoint women into the U.S. Army on 01 July of the same year. President Roosevelt signed off on it and 90 days later the WAAC was transformed into the WAC (Women’s Army Corps). More men were needed on the fighting fronts which surely played a role in allowing women to serve their country.

          Hattie, having heard of the WAC, thought it sounded like a great adventure and a good job. It would be full-time and she was told that she would even be able to live at home, which appealed to her very much. She soon decided to join up and her parents didn’t object to her decision. At the age of approximately 25, Hattie attended basic training at Fort Des Moines beginning on 18 October 1942. The women went through much the same as the men did from being fitted for uniforms to being interviewed to receiving inoculations against disease. In December of ’42 Hattie was stationed in Wilmington, N.C. where she continued her work with the AWS. She ended up having to live in barracks, not at home as she had been told. She ended up asking for a transfer overseas.

          On 17 April 1943, Hattie was transferred to Camp Polk, Louisiana and in June she moved on to Fort Devens where she received the overseas orders she desperately wanted. It was on to Camp Shanks in New York in September and from there she boarded the British Troop Ship, Strathnaver. Hattie was headed to England to work in the ETO (European Theater of Operations) and the trip across the Pond proved to be a nerve-racking one. When the Strathnaver left the New York harbor, Hattie remembers being surrounded by other vessels as far as the eye could see. Upon awaking several days later and looking out across the sea she was shocked to see no other vessels surrounding hers. The Strathnaver was essentially a sitting duck for German u-boats prowling the ocean’s waters. Hattie found out that they were having engine trouble and the crew was attempting to make the necessary repairs. The convoy couldn’t wait on a single ship so they had to leave them behind.

          A destroyer was dispatched to escort the mechanically impaired ship to St. John’s, Newfoundland. Hattie and the others spent two weeks there while repairs were made. Once again the troops boarded their vessel but as they were leaving the harbor it struck a rock which ripped a hole in it. They were forced to dock again at St. John’s. After the hole was repaired they boarded the Strathnaver for the third time. About 30 minutes out to sea her ship began dropping depth charges which meant that a German u-boat was likely in the area. It seemed that the Strathnaver was not meant to make this voyage to England because the percussion of the depth charges messed up the new repairs. The ship once again returned to St. Johns and another ship was sent to pick up the troops. Before they could start their journey to England they had to wait until the next convoy left America. Hattie and the others finally set foot on foreign soil when they arrived in Liverpool, England in October of ’43. The trip had taken an overwhelming 45 days to complete!

          From Liverpool, Hattie made her way to London by train. She recalls the English trains being very different from the ones in America. In London Hattie worked as a typist for A.G. Cables where she and other ladies worked one of three shifts each day. The cables would come in like telegraph cables with the strips of paper with words on them pasted to a sheet of paper. When they came to Hattie they still needed to be decoded and she would then type or cut a stencil of the message so copies could be made for distribution to other places. The cables could be anything from requests for supplies or troops to Top Secret information. One such top Secret cable that Hattie decoded was the one that told of General Eisenhower’s impending arrival to London where he would be taking over SHAEF (Supreme Headquarters Allied Expeditionary Forces), formerly known as ETO.

After Eisenhower took over SHAEF Hattie was transferred to the Psychological Warfare Division (PWD) where she was a typist and secretary of sorts for a Colonel. Hattie said that the PWD were responsible for providing leaflets to the Air Force which they would drop over various areas. Some leaflets would urge enemy troops to surrender and some would pass along information to citizens of occupied areas.

The war experience was very different for American service members stationed in England. Hattie recalls the blackouts each night and heavy bombing in London. She said it was scary at first because of the air raids. During nights when it wasn’t foggy the Jerries would fly over and the air raid sirens would sound. When this would happen Hattie, who was living near Hyde Park, would go down into the basement with the others. She recalls feeling the ground shake when the ack-ack guns in the park would go off as well as when the bombs exploded.

She clearly remembers the V-1 and V-2 buzz bombs. The V-1 could be heard buzzing through the air and suddenly it would stop and glide to the ground. The V-2 was more advanced and would simply drop from the sky and head straight down. Eventually she got used to it and had the attitude of ‘if it’s going to hit me, then it’s going to hit me’. “I felt for the British people and have a great admiration for them. They put up with a lot,” she said of what they endured and came back from.

In November of 1944, Hattie was transferred to G2 Intelligence Department in Paris, France where she was in a typing pool. She then moved to Reims, France where she worked in the little red school house. Hattie was working in Reims when the Germans came there to sign their surrender. From there Hattie was transferred to Frankfurt, Germany and then on to Berlin. She was in a typing pool while in Berlin where she typed up dossiers on German’s who the Allie’s wanted to bring to trial. The files would contain information such as where they were from, what they were to be charged with, and what they had done. Of her time in Germany Hattie shared that she had never seen people as hungry as so many of the German’s. They would pick out of the trash any food bits thrown out by the American’s.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

          From Berlin Hattie headed back to France and then took a ship across the English Channel to England again. From Southampton, England she boarded the Queen Mary and headed back to America. She chose to leave the military in October of 1945 because she didn’t much care for army life. However, she did enjoy the work she had done and despite the obvious negative aspects of life with a war going on, she managed to make the best out of the circumstances. Hattie had begun as a Private but she left as a T5 Corporal.

          Once back in her home country, Hattie married her hometown sweetheart John Ulmer, who had served in the Navy during the war. It took her about a year to be able to hear or see a plane without it reminding her of her war experience in Europe. “It was great to get home,” she said of her return. Hattie was interviewed about her time in the WAC for the article ‘2 ships and 45 days’ which was published in the magazine America in WWII. Today she is 94 years old and enjoying the world and country she served to preserve. 

The Blitz (BBC 4-part video)

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C.G. Cooper: Rifleman & Cook In The 75th Division Of The U.S. Army Air Force

           C.G. Cooper was born on 11 July 1923 in Lafayette, Tennessee. C.G. decided to leave home after graduating high school to wander America. He ended up becoming a welder at Kaiser Shipyards in California. The draft board finally caught up with him and on 28 June 1943, just shy of his 20^th birthday, C.G. was inducted into the United States Army Air Force. He went through basic training at Camp Lee, Virginia and when asked by the Army what he wanted to do, C.G. basically said ‘anything but cooking’. Needless to say, C.G. wasn’t laughing when he was told that he’d be designated as a cook and would go through Bakery & Cook School. He graduated from Bakery & Cook School as a 1^st cook and told he would be behind the front lines with plenty of food and warmth and placed in Company E, 289^th Infantry, 75^th Division.

C.G. Cooper - Age 21

            C.G. was supposed to be quartermaster but because of his excellent marksmanship and the need for more men to fight the elite German forces wreaking havoc on the European front, was chosen to be on the frontlines as a rifleman. Wherever his company went, C.G. was either fighting alongside them or cooking food for them. C.G. received further training at Camp Breckinridge, Kentucky and went overseas from there. He recalled when they gave the 1^st cook position to another guy who knew nothing about cooking, much less for an army of men! The new guy asked C.G. the proper amount of beans to prepare for all the men. C.G. told him to figure it out since he was now the cook and especially since he was receiving sergeant pay (C.G. was a Pfc).

The sergeant cook, as I will call him, made 17 pounds of beans for approximately 250 men, when only 7 pounds were needed! Beans, beans, and more beans! The company of men the sergeant cook prepared them for were none too happy with his lack of portion control, as they had to eat them for every meal over the days that followed until every last bean was gone! This was due to the fact that the food was considered Army property and improper disposal of Army property could lead to being court-martialed!

            Around this same time period, C.G.’s wife Patricia who was back in Knoxville, Tennessee, was about to give birth. She was a very small lady and the doctor was concerned that she might have difficulty during the delivery. Like any concerned husband and soon to be papa, C.G. wanted to be with her. He was told that if he left he would be court-martialed. This warning did not deter him. Instead, C.G. made his way to the Red Cross and asked permission to go telling them that if they denied his request he would climb the walls and go anyway.

            The phone rang and it was the doctor in Knoxville saying that C.G. needed to come immediately. They finally gave him permission and he began his trek by hitch hiking. At one point he was stranded in the rain. Thankfully someone stopped and offered him ride. Unfortunately the vehicle was a motorbike. C.G.’s brother had been killed while riding one so he was a bit apprehensive. He ended up accepting the offer however. He got off in Nashville where his father lived and then caught a bus on to Knoxville. C.G. was supposed to be back on the base that Sunday, but decided to stay in order to hold his baby in his arms. (All had gone well with the delivery.) Of his decision to stay he said, “I didn’t know if I’d live to ever see him again or not.”

            On Monday he got orders to go to HQ as he was considered to be AWOL. C.G.’s service record indicates his one AWOL, but it was a decision he never regretted. His son was two weeks old when he left for the battlefields from New York on 22 Oct 1944. His ship arrived at in Liverpool, England on 3 Nov 1944. The men then traveled on to South Wales and finally crossed the channel to France. Once on French ground the men headed to Paris where C.G. says they were treated like heroes. Then it was on to Bastogne, Belgium where they spent their first night in battle with the enemy. This brutal battle would become known as The Battle of the Bulge.

            Despite the area having its coldest winters on record up to that time, Allied leaders chose not to send appropriate winter clothing with C.G. and the other men, saying that they would only be involved in a few skirmishes. These leaders were wrong and their decision could have spelled disaster for the Allies. Fortunately our men pulled through like the troopers they are. The men were given C and K rations so there would be no need for cooks on the frontlines. C.G. was put in charge of guarding the kitchen and ammo truck on the first night while the other men were enthralled in battle. The driver of a jeep came up to him saying that a German tank was headed his way and not to let it through.

            “What will I do?” C.G. remembers thinking back then. Ideas began swirling in his mind….the .45 pistol on his hip…his rifle. He grabbed a carbine, machine gun, bazooka, grenades, and ammo belts from the truck he was guarding. “I was a walking arsenal”, he said. The ideas continued in his mind…a grenade…no, that won’t work…a Molotov cocktail…no, that won’t work…blast it with a bazooka (he recalled watching a training film that showed a bazooka being used to blast the tracks off a tank)…no, I have no ammo for it. At this point, the tank is right in front of him and his mind is frozen. In the chaos, C.G. slipped falling in the tanks’ path due to the slick mud. Providence was with him as the tank rolled right over him, straddling him and continuing on its path.

            The next morning he found out that some of his buddies had been killed. C.G. said it was a gruesome sight, the bodies strewn about the battlefield. The Germans had succeeded in surrounding them and they were now cut off from replacements and supplies. C.G. ate dry hog bran from a farm and was happy with that discovery. He also managed to find a turnip in the root cellar. Another group of the Allies eventually pushed the Germans back and rescued the previously surrounded men. They regrouped and received replacements, some of whom were only teenagers. On Christmas Eve and Christmas Day 1944, a heavy snow had covered everything and C.G. said it was a beautiful sight to behold. Suddenly all heck broke loose with dogfights in the sky and heavy artillery shelling on the ground. He never forgot that Christmas Day.

At one point, C.G. was sent to the hospital due to his frostbitten toes. This was a common occurrence with the lack of appropriate clothing for the extreme weather conditions. While lying in his hospital bed, the soldier on one side said to the soldier on C.G.’s other side, ‘Joe*, I’m dying. Tell my folks how much I love them.’ C.G. later found out that the two men had fought alongside the Russians who had given them poisoned liquor for some reason. (*After a while, soldiers would call one another Joe because by the time you learned someone’s name, it seemed you died or they did.)  The soldier who asked his buddy to give the message to his parents, died later that day and his buddy soon suffered the same fate, blind and calling out for loved ones.

That same morning, soldiers were lined up to be seen by the doctor. Many of the men were there for frostbite and the doctor told most that the affected appendages needed to be amputated. When it was his turn, C.G. put his hand up to jaw and moaned. The doctor asked what was wrong with him and he said he had a toothache. The doc told him that he was in the wrong line and off C.G. went. He remembers thinking, “I came over here with all my body parts and IF I get to go home, I wanna go home with all my body parts…all together.”

From the hospital he hitchhiked back to his outfit. He went to the kitchen truck and told his company commander that he had been on the front lines and knew what it was like. “If you’ll give me permission to have a truck and driver, I would like to take hot chocolate and donuts to my buddies in the foxholes.” Permission was granted and C.G. began making preparations. “While making up the donuts the tent was hit. There was shrapnel all in the donut mix. I picked it all out and continued on,” C.G. shared. He fried the donuts and prepared the hot chocolate, the latter which he put into insulated containers to keep it hot. The refreshments were loaded on the truck and the two men headed to the front lines. On the way there they were caught in the crossfire between both sides. There were bullet holes in the hot chocolate and the truck, with hot chocolate spilling everywhere. C.G. was in the back sliding around with the containers. Thankfully neither he nor the driver was hit.

The driver soon stopped, having taken C.G. as close to the front lines as he could get him. He told the dirver it was fine as he knew where the fox holes were located. C.G. carried the refreshments to each of the fox holes and they were sure a welcomed treat. The men would hold out their steel helmets and C.G. would pour in some hot chocolate and throw in some donuts. Mind you, the soldiers’ helmets were a versatile tool. Not only did they protect their heads or hold food and drink, but they were also used by the soldiers to relieve themselves so they wouldn’t have to leave the safety of their fox hole.

After serving everyone, C.G. made his way back to the truck. The driver said that they were going a different way back since they had come under fire on the way up. It was dark and there was no GPS for them to conveniently use. Suddenly the driver shouted, ‘We’re behind German lines! Look at all those Krauts! What do I do now?’ C.G. told him to push in on the clutch and the gas at the same time to make the engine roar. The driver did so and C.G. threw his arm out the window saluting Hitler and yelling, “Heil Hitler! Comrade, Comrade.”

Once again Providence was on their side as the Germans actually allowed them to pass through safely. Eventually the two men made their way back to camp where they told of what happened. Some of their fellow soldiers were unsure whether or not to believe what they were hearing. A few days later, the 75^th captured some of those same German’s and asked them why on earth they had allowed the Americans to pass. The German’s response, ‘We didn’t know what you darn yanks were up to.’

After awhile, the 75^th and others were pulled back from the front lines and billeted in Belgian homes for a rest. At the home C.G. stayed in there was a pot bellied stove. “Oh I could not wait to get my boots off,” C.G. said of his delight at having a stove. His feet were so swollen that he couldn’t get his boots off. The ladies of the house offered to assist him and were eventually successful after much tugging and pulling. Immediately they saw how black his feet were. They would each get under one of his arms and walk him outside to wash his feet over and over again in the snow. “Thanks to those ladies I still have my feet and toes,” C.G. said of their nursing care.

Communicating with the Belgians was difficult and it was only through hand signals and motions that they were able to understand one another. He was asked his name and told them Cooper. They said ‘Jackie Cooper’ (American Actor ) and he nodded uh-huh (the two men were the same age and build). The women went into town telling everyone they had a celebrity in their home. Everyone came over with writing tablets wanting an autograph. “What else could I do? They had been so good to me, so I signed ‘Jackie Cooper’,” he said of the experience.

A 90-day wonder (second lieutenant), as the men would call them, decided that a kitchen truck would be put on the front lines and serve hot food to those in the foxholes. “We didn’t think that was too bright of an idea but after all, he was our officer,” said C.G. Snow was everywhere and the kitchen burners weren’t working properly. He had to take them outside and tinker with them. During this time, some of the fuel spilled out and caught fire. There they were in the Ardennes forest with flames shooting up through the trees giving away their position. Heavy artillery began to rain down on the men, busting trees to pieces and causing them to become spears hurling at incredible rates of speed hitting some of the men. C.G. took cover behind the kitchen truck and thankfully was not hit. Unfortunately the second lieutenant who put the kitchen trucks on the front lines was hit. C.G. never saw him again and believes he didn’t make it.

C.G. made another trip to the hospital, this time for a bleeding nose and lips. His nostrils were extremely swollen and he couldn’t breathe through them. At hospital they put him in a barber type chair then placed hot towels on his head and a curved steel cup below his ears and mouth. To thaw him out they placed long steel rods up his nostrils and switched out the towels as they cooled with fresh hot ones. All kinds of bloody ‘corruption’, as C.G. called it, came oozing out his facial orifices until finally he could breathe better. His breathes were still shallow so they wrapped up his chest with an adhesive tape bandage and let him go. Just outside the hospital was a gully which C.G. tried to jump. He was unsuccessful and fell in. Thankfully someone saw what happened and carried him back into the hospital where they loosened his chest wrap a bit.

C.G. told of a facility the soldiers entered that appeared to be a slave labor camp. Nude bodies were lined up 4 – 5 feet high and roughly 20 feet long. “What a horrible sight,” C.G. said, “Some were barely alive…just skin and bones, didn’t have the strength to move. They were a pitiful sight.” One of the camp guards had a pistol and whip on his hip that was likely used on the prisoners. C.G. relieved him of his weapons and kept the whip as a souvenir. It wasn’t long before C.G. became disgusted with the whip and the pain it had induced on innocent people so he got rid of it. He said of the item, “I got sick of that whip and what it had done. I did not even want it as a souvenir, its bad memories.”

C.G. spoke of the mental effect the war had on many of the soldiers, “Some of the soldiers had seen so much horror that they became zombies of sorts. It was as if their spirit had already left their body. Some of them just kept on walking, on into enemy fire. I felt like when they did get shot down, they did not feel the pain of the bullet. They were not in that body anymore…their spirit had left them. Oh, how horrible.” He recalled another horrible experience, “One guy next to me had been hit pretty good. (It) left him like scrambled eggs. I waved my hands in the air and said, ‘Thank you Lord. Joe. No more cold. No more pain. …Why me Lord? Why am I still here?’”

The 75^th pushed the Germans back and the medics headed out to help their wounded on the battlefield. Later on the next day or so, C.G.’s unit found their medics stripped of all clothing, tied to trees, and their bodies mutilated. Soon thereafter the 75^th believed they had captured some of the Germans responsible for the mutilated medics. Recalling what happened next C.G. shared apprehensively, “It’s not easy to talk about…..the Germans were hollering ‘Mercy, Mercy!’ as they were cornered in a barn and the flamethrowers ending their lives as they hollered ‘Mercy, Mercy!’. They showed no mercy to our fellows. Oh lordy, How cruel a human being can be, one to another.”

Back and forth both sides pushed each other in the Ardennes. Dead German soldiers and American soldiers were piled up on top of one another, covered by the never ending snow. The bodies were frozen stiff. C.G. remembered when they did pick up their dead; they would throw them into the back of a truck like you would a log of wood. All piled up there together, Germans and Americans. In death it did not matter that the two had fought as bitter enemies.

One time when he went to eat his K-rations, he sat down on what he thought was a log. Something was sticking him in his bum so he began digging around in the snow to see what it could be. “It was a Germans belt buckle. I was sitting on a corpse,” C.G. said. He will never forget the bitter cold and ground frozen so hard you couldn’t even dig a foxhole. The men would sleep standing up. One wouldn’t think it possible but C.G. said that 4 of them would huddle together in a circle, putting their arms around each other’s shoulders and actually catch a few winks and maintain some warmth. He also remembers some of the men sleeping as they were walking due to their extreme exhaustion. Being hungry at the same time didn’t help and they often stumbled, falling into the snow which became the final resting place of some.

On one night in the battle, C.G. heard someone holler real loud and then a shot was fired. A soldier had chosen to shoot himself in the foot rather than continue on fighting in hell. He was unable to convince his superiors that it was an accident because of him hollering before he actually shot himself. The soldier ended up receiving some bad time and going without pay for a spell. That night “so many of us got killed,” said C.G. Many officers were among the dead and some of those who made it through told C.G. they were going to make him a second lieutenant. C.G. wanted no part of it because so many of the officers died. Another soldier ended up receiving the promotion. C.G. laughed as he said, “Would you know that sucker made it through every battle fought from then forward and made it back home.”

Near the Belgian barracks where C.G. was staying at the time, he came upon a cow and thought to himself, ‘I haven’t had milk since we left the states…..I’m an old farm boy….I’ll just sit my gun in the corner and milk her.” He patted her on the head and called her Bessie in an attempt to calm her down and placed his steel helmet beneath her udders. As he milked her she continued to moan, which C.G. latter believed was because she hadn’t been milked in so long.

He successfully retrieved a helmet full of milk which he then placed in the snow to cool it. When he went to drink it some of the other soldiers said, ‘You’re not going to drink all that blanket blank milk yourself’ to which he turned up the helmet and began guzzling it. He continued with the story, “It was so good but it had no more hit my stomach than it came back out both ways. I was so sick! That milk wasn’t fit for human consumption because poor old Bessie had it in her bag for so long that it had become contaminated.”

As the men managed to push the German’s back once again, they moved forward gaining ground. They came upon a huge beautiful home and C.G. wondered if he might find any dry, clean clothes inside. He and a buddy went to check it out but he couldn’t find any men’s clothing. “There must have been a great big ole woman living there ‘cause I found a great big ole pair of bloomers.” He began to laugh as he recalled what he did next, “They were clean so I put them on. I also found a petticoat and put it on too.” This only illustrates how cold our men were.

His buddy hollered from across the room to look at what he had found. Lo and behold, that soldier had found a tuxedo and top hat. The soldier put on his find as well but left the top hat and off the two goofiest dressed soldiers went back into battle. C.G. couldn’t get the petticoat tucked into his britches so he just left it out. He said that the sight of himself and his buddy made him laugh uncontrollably at the time.

At one time the men were low on rations. One soldier who had been a butcher at a packing company in civilian life told C.G. that the two of them should go out that night and butcher the cow. C.G. thought it a great idea and the two headed out in a Jeep to procure the meat. C.G.’s buddy took his position in front of the cow, raised his knife, and took a good hard swing to cut the cow’s throat. Unfortunately, the young man managed to miss the cow and instead cut his own thigh. C.G. took over from that point, as he too had spent some time as a butcher, and slaughtered the cow. He then tied it to the Jeep and drug it into a nearby building where he butchered it. During that time, someone began knocking on the big metal door of the building. Thankfully, the person soon went away and C.G. was able to finish the task at hand. The men cooked up their meat and everyone wanted a portion, even the inspector general! C.G.  knew that he and his buddy could have been court-martialed for their actions. However, they didn’t regret their actions and their buddies were sure thankful for a reminder of what real food tasted like instead their boxes of rations.

AT one point after the 75^th had been fighting in the Ardennes for some time, the French needed help in Colmar, France. The men were loaded into ‘forty & eight boxcars’, which got their name during the Great War because they could carry forty men and eight horses. C.G. said they had a lot of men packed into those boxcars like sardines. C.G. was in the middle of the boxcar next to a big container used by the men to relieve themselves. “Oh Lord,” he said laughing, “I didn’t like sitting there.” He continued on describing his ride in the forty & eight saying, “I thought to myself, ‘If I could just work my way back to the corner of this boxcar, I could lean up against the side and rest my head and back. How nice that would be.’” So C.G. began shrugging and pushing, which the other men cussed and fussed at him for. Finally he made his way to the corner he had eagerly scouted out. He leaned back, putting his head to one side and all he could hear was ‘bump, bump bump, bump...’ There was no sleep for this soldier. C.G. remembered the train coming up off the tracks for a split second and then slamming back down.

That’s how the 75^th crossed into France to fight with the French 1^st Army, who had been struggling against the Germans, in the battle of Colmar Pocket. “Oooh boy. Those Germans really let in on us,” recalled C.G. He was unsure if he would make it through the battle so he kept a picture of his wife and little boy next to his heart thinking that if he died, maybe they would bury him with it. He did make it through that battle and was awarded the Croix de guerre for his efforts. Food was scarce at times and one of the things the French soldiers would do was to put chicken coops on their armored tanks and then go out to local farms to gather whatever sources of meat they could find, including chickens and pigs. They would then put the animals in the coops and tie the coops back to the tanks, taking the animals into battle with them.

C.G. in France-1945

Croix de guerre - French medal

The men soon headed into Holland where C.G. says the war had been quite tough. He recalled a pub whose owners had left because of the intense fighting but who didn’t lock it up on their hasty retreat. The men went on in and enjoyed the variety and wealth of drinks and snacks to be had. C.G. spotted a radio set which he turned on to see if there was anything worth tuning in to. The broadcast just happened to be the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville, Tennessee. Uncle Dave Macon and his son Dorris were performing.

C.G. actually knew Uncle Dave from time spent hunting near his cabin in the woods. “I was so shook up. Here I am in battle and the Grand Ole Opry, which I used to go to so often back home….ooohhhh that was so sweet,” he said of that moment. Not all the men (namely some of the yanks), cared for the music and told C.G. to turn it to something else. “I can’t believe what I did next,” C.G. recalled, “I held up my gun and said ‘Don’t nobody touch this radio’ with tears rollin’ down my face.” The yanks backed down and C.G. was able to enjoy a touch of home for a few minutes.

            That same evening, in a big farm house, the men drew straws to see who would go out on a recon mission and report back where the enemy was and so forth. One of C.G.’s pals ended up as one that drew a short straw and that fella was downright angry about it. Not that he was trying to shirk his duty but rather because he had this nagging feeling that he wouldn’t make it back alive. In his eyes it was a death sentence. The soldier decided to write a letter home telling his family how much he loved them and such. He asked C.G. to mail it, explaining the 6^th sense about his death that he had. C.G. told him that he couldn’t send a letter like that and that he would safely return. The next morning, the rest of the men headed out and found the young man dead, his goodbye letter covered in blood. C.G. said he wishes to this day that he had at least gotten the contact info of his buddy’s family so he could tell them that story.

            For roughly 7 – 10 days, the men fought in a fierce battle and finally made their way to the river Rhine. “Those combat engineers….I gotta give them credit,” C.G. said. They went up on the bridge and tried to repair it so the men could cross into Germany. C.G. would watch them at night. Time after time he saw a body fall off the bridge and into the river below, having been shot by the enemy. On one night in particular, he recalls standing in a building watching through a window as the night skies lit up like a 4^th of July celebration in America. Suddenly a plane came along and was firing tracer ammo beneath his feet. Thinking to himself, ‘This is a little too close for comfort’, he ran and dove beneath a bed which had a spring sticking out that scratched his back to pieces. One of his fellow soldiers ribbed him about these injuries ‘received in action’ saying that C.G. could get himself a purple heart. C.G. told the guy he didn’t want any part of a Purple Heart, especially for such minor injuries. He explained that he now had a little boy back home and one day that little boy would be asking his daddy how he got that Purple Heart. C.G. did not want to be in such a predicament.

The 75^th fought for an extended period in the area. All the time the men had been building a pontoon bridge, which is how the men ended up getting across the river Rhine into Germany. They headed out early one morning that was thick in fog and on the other side of the river there was yet another horrible sight that would leave its mark on the memory of all those who witnessed it. The trees had no leaves on them whatsoever but something was hung in the branches. Upon getting a closer look the men realized it was the flesh and body parts of the dead strewn about throughout the branches. As the men made their way through various German towns, C.G. said that many of the Germans willingly surrendered because they were as sick of the war as the Allies were.

When the 75^th came into one German town, they found a barbershop where some of the men decided to stop in to get a haircut and shave. One of the group would stand watch over the others while they were getting some proper grooming. The soldier, who was standing guard while C.G. and another were in the barber chairs, left his post early when a chair became available but before someone else could keep guard. C.G. said he was a bit nervous that the German barbers might cut their throats with the razors and drag them out back with no one the wiser. Thankfully nothing of the sort occurred and the men tipped the barbers VERY well for the services provided.

At this time it was coming into spring and the snow was beginning to melt. C.G.’s group needed to get their kitchen truck across a stream but it was too deep to simply drive through. So C.G. decided to take one for the team and wade across the stream, whose waters were still freezing, in order to hook a winch cable from the truck to a tree. While he was doing this, an enemy plane began strafing them. Bark was flying off the trees as they were hit and C.G. was behind one of those very trees. He ended up diving into the water for safety and it worked!

When the war with Germany ended, C.G. was assigned to occupational forces in France, while awaiting orders to head out to Japan. “Thank the Lord for the Atom bomb,” C.G. commented. During his time with the occupation forces, he and the other Allies got to know their one time enemy. C.G. was a part of every battle from the Battle of the Bulge on to Berlin (where they stopped outside and allowed the Russians to take over) and was among those who safely returned home but not without some physical and many emotional scars.

The 75^th also fought alongside the British and C.G. remembers how every afternoon round the same time they would have a spot of tea. Bullets would be a flying but the British would still take time out to have their tea. “I don’t know if they were tough, crazy, or if they just loved their tea,” C.G. said of this tradition.