William Terrell
Memorial Day always reminds me of a story my Dad used to tell.. As most of you know, my Dad was a half-track
driver in an antiaircraft unit in Patton's army.. He had a friend named Frenchy, and every time they pulled
into a french town, Frenchy would sneak off and steal eggs from the farm houses, (he loved fresh eggs).. One
night, he came back with two chickens under his arms, saying "The little b*****ds wouldn't lay, so I brought
them along".. Dad tried to explain to him about chickens, but he would only say "I don't care what kinda
chickens they are, if they won't lay, I'll eat em".. So, that night, they cooked those ROOSTERS for dinner...
Shortly after that their half-track was bazookaed in an ambush, and Dad was injured too badly to walk, and
when the Germans captured them, Frenchy was one of the two guys who helped carry him.. He said" You sure are
a lot heavier than them roosters.".. Dad said, " Good thing we don't have that pot any more".. They were
rescued on their way to the POW camp, and Dad got sent home.. He survived the war, but sadly, Frenchy didn't..
He died just outside Berlin, three days before the war ended...
Good story, thanks for sharing that!