The skies cleared, too. American combined arms.
Hooahh!
My father was with Patton’s Third Army...
Recommend reading: “To Save Bastogne”, by Robert Phillips.
I’ve heard a bunch of academic political revisionists talk about how he was a bully, coward, martinet etc.
Every IIIRD Army vet I’ve met would stand a little straighter and prouder and say something like “I rolled with Patton!” when the subject came up.
A 3rd Army tank commander, a hardened battle veteran at age 21, was my mentor in route sales. While travelling around, Eddie confided several of his experiences, speaking with great hatred of Patton, whom he called "Old Blood-and-Guts" Patton--"his guts and your blood." Eddie told me, "Please, don't ever forget."
It has been a great privilege to know these veterans, and of the ensuing quality of character forged in their service to this country. They remain my heroes.
I was 8 years old at the time of the Battle of the Bulge. Now I'm 80, but have never forgotten the unity of Americans in their Age of Greatness, and the sacrifices of those years.
But we who will never forget will soon all be gone, no longer able to fend off the Clintons and Obamas who never knew the things not to be forgotten, who created their own new ecxesses of immorality and cruelty.
When he came back he had a whole bunch of Goerring's private dinnerware with him! I walked past that stack of plates for decades, and he never told me. Less than a mile from my house was the personal dishes and cutlery of one of the chief architects of the Third Reich, come to rest in a rural North Carolina farm home.
I had the honor of serving in the 101st from 81-84. I take great pride in that and in the history and future of that division. Screaming Eagles!
My late Uncle Fred was with the 84th. Infantry Division, at Marche, Belgium. He was wounded in early January of ‘45 but made it home alright at the end of the war. God bless all those guys. The Battle of The Bulge was the largest and bloodiest battle of the ETO in all of WW2.
My grandfather was there. 3rd Army, 26th Infantry “Yankee Division”, 101st Combat Enineer Battalion.
A classmate’s father served as a sentry. We didn’t learn, until after the father died, that he had received a commendation letter, from Patton, himself. Apparently, some officers tried to whisk the General into a Command Post, but the brave sentry wouldn’t budge, until Patton had been properly identified.