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My Dad 89th Infantry Division |
My father was a Radio Operator in the
89th Infantry Division in WWII. I remember his buddies coming over to our house when they passed through town. My Dad would drag out his box of "liberated souvenirs" from the war and I would see things that totally fascinated a young boy. A Hitler Youth Dagger, k98 bayonets, flags and a helmet. Then they would sit and talk about how it was and "remember the time..." These early memories started me on a path that led me into a lifelong pursuit of history, love of my country, shooting and collecting military weapons, and even serving in the US Army and National Guard.
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My Dad(with "liberated binocs")in Zwickau, Germany The day the war ended. |
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Me in Germany...46 years after my Dad left! |
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