My dad served in the infantry in WWII, and was proud to have been assigned to the First Division, “Big Red One”. The winter of 1944 was bitterly cold and he always remembered their commander promising the infantrymen one hot meal a day and if possible, a dry pair of socks.
Those young men did their part ot make America great.
Daddy was in the combat engineers in Europe.
He spoke often of the bitter cold they had to endure.