My Ol' Man fought under Patton in the Battle of the Bulge.
He was Drill Sargeant and taught motor pool at Fort Benning near Stark, Florida, for much of the war.
I was born on D-Day (June 6, 1944) at Fort Benning. A few weeks later, he was shipped to somewhere in the NE for advanced military training. He caught up with Patton's 3rd Army before he pulled out of one battle and headed toward the Nazi-encircled city of Bastogne.
I have dozens of the letters he wrote home to my Mom. He never said a word about how tough the battles were or how cold and tough it was. I found and read these after they had both died.
I knew he had lost his leg, but nowhere near the whole story. He never said. It was one of the bloodiest battles of the war.
My Mom had sent him a watch; they were deep in the battle, and he wasn’t in very good spirits. He had several watches and rings. They took the rings and watches from the corpses as they fought.
This letter was sent to my Dad in October and returned in January with no record. I can't imagine what my Mom and thousands of others went through, not knowing.
All sides made mistakes throughout the war. To say General Eisenhower should have been fired is just plain stupid and nothing more than clickbait.
Mom, Dad, Me, and Tom, one of our German Shepherds who also went to war. Tom didn't come home; Jerry, his sister, did and proceeded to raise me.