Going on a trip to an army reunion
It was 9 a.m. on Sept. 17 and we were all packed. Admittedly it had taken three days to pack one suitcase and one suit bag; we are just old and slow. We were waiting for Don and Cathy to pick us up and take us to Sioux Falls, S.D., to my army reunion.
I didn’t think we were well enough to go, but the children were determined as they knew I really wanted to see the other veterans who would be there. It is an unusual fraternity of friends as none of us were in the same units during the war so none of us knew each other except by meeting at the 14 Armored Division reunions. The two men who were in my platoon, and together all during the war, Harold from La Crosse, Wis. and Charles from Stockton, Mo., had daughters who wrote me that their fathers had died during the last two months.