[Rockingham]

I grew up across the street from a Battle of the Bulge infantry veteran, and his son remains a close friend. As Mr. W described his experience, the battle was a matter of being cold and hungry in the woods for several weeks, with his platoon assigned to various road blocks. Their instructions were to defend their position no matter what against the expected advance of German panzers. Mercifully, for him, the Germans did not appear and he lived to tell the story of his small part in a sprawling, confused battle.

[AppyPappy]

My cousin was there. He was a runner for a mortar group. His feet were frozen and he required custom shoes for the rest of his life.

[ABN 505]

My Dad was in the 502nd PIR. of the 101st Abn. Div during the Battle of the Bulge and that was what he told me. He and his platoon were starving and frozen at the same time along with low ammo and constant artillery bombardments. He never thought they would get out alive. His Boots and dogtags are in the Paratrooper museum in Caraten France. If you are ever in France visit the museaum it is really a great place for anyone who likes history.

[Hebrews 11:6]

Fifty years ago I played golf on a 108° day, and all of us were bitching about the heat--except one middle-aged fellow. So I asked him, "Doesn't this heat bother you?"

"I fought at the Battle of the Bulge. And I was so cold there that I swore I would never again complain about hot weather."