Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Honorable Discharge Company H 104th Infantry "The War Is With Me Every Day"





This  World War II soldiers' name is John. 
A lifelong  resident,
he resides in Gettysburg, PA yet today.

He has a remarkable story to share.
And in this story, you'll come to find that he
has witnessed much in life.

It is my hope that you will
come to understand
what all American soldiers,
over time and space and through history,
have given to America and
Americans with the gentle abiding and reading of Johns'
recollections.
Just may be that, too...
Whilst within and through
Johns' stories you
may come to find and tenaciously grasp the true
meaning and revelation of  the words...

"The Greatest Generation"


John

It's not often he shares his War Experiences,
and on days when he does,
I'm honored to listen intently
and to share upon his memories.


Why am I honored to listen and share his stories, Gentle Readers?

Before me, and still among us all...is the person and the man in total embodiment of indeed
"The Greatest Generation".

http://www.26yd.com/john_sachs.html


John entered into war and witness upon the hail and brimstone
of human cruelties,
horror, blood, merciless killing and
the taking of human lives.

You may have heard of this
notoriously harsh battle?

"The Battle Of The Bulge"

His stories are many.
From astounding acts of sacrifice and
unbelievable moments of history
that were never recounted publicly...until NOW.

He served our Country valiantly during World War II
with the Company H, 104th Infantry.
Army Heavy Machine Gunner 605,
 Rifle Man, and at times
Runner.
He fought in the Battle of The Bulge.
European-African-Middle Eastern Service Medal
Good Conduct Medal
World War II Victory Medal
Declining,  in the Theatre and through his own cognizance,
 a Purple Heart.
What was a Purple Heart then
to a soldier and a man who had watched others on the
battlefield of war give of their lives, the ultimate sacrifice?

What was a Purple Heart to him then after
he suffered wounds,
indignities
and branded memories
that no medal could extinguish?

THE REALITY?

Hunkered down in
in the worst bombed theatre of
war....
in the confines of a potato cellar where
the deep deadly shadows were lit only
by the sparking and igniting of cartridge belts...

These soldiers knew of  inhumanities and betrayal, disease, lice, months of
no change of clothing nor baths.  No shelter
nor warm food all whilst
traversing a foreign land
through bitterly harsh and unforgiving
endless days and nights... he fought side by
side with other Americans who
gave their lives eternally or gave a part of their lives
 for an America they so deeply
and passionately loved and believed in.

They fought
 to keep Americans free.

You do realize, my Gentle Readers...for most, part and parcel?
Those Americans they fought to keep free are you and me.