A Christmas Story

Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by Mike Meints, Dec 27, 2018.

  1. Mike Meints

    Mike Meints Well-Known Member

    Mar 2, 2017
    From another website :
    Late on the night of December 23rd, 1944, Sergeant John Banister of the 14th Cavalry Group found himself meandering through the village of Provedroux, southwest of Vielsalm.

    He'd been separated from his unit during the wild retreat of the first days and joined up with Task Force Jones, defending the southern side of the Fortified Goose Egg.

    Now they were in retreat again.

    The Germans were closing in on the village from three sides. American vehicles were pulling out, and Banister was once again separated from his new unit, with no ride out.

    A tank destroyer rolled by; somebody waved him aboard and Banister eagerly climbed on.

    As they roared out of the burning town, somebody told Banister that he was riding with Lieutenant Bill Rogers.

    "Who's he?" Banister wanted to know. "Will Rogers' son," came the answer.

    It was a hell of a way to meet a celebrity.

    An hour later, they reached the main highway running west from Vielsalm.

    There, they found a lone soldier - PFC Vernon Haught, Fox Company, 325th Glider Infantry Regiment, digging a foxhole.

    Armed with bazooka and rifle, unshaven and filthy, he went about his business with a stoic nonchalance.

    They pulled up to him and stopped - he didn't seem to care one way or another about the refugees as he dug in.

    "If yer lookin' for a safe place," he drawled, "just pull that vehicle behind me. I'm the 82nd Airborne. This is as far as the ******** are going..."

    The men on the tank destroyer hesitated.

    After the constant retreats of the last week, they didn't have much fight left in them, but the paratrooper's determination was infectious.

    "You heard the man," declared Rogers. "Let's set up for business!"

    Twenty minutes later, two truckloads of GIs joined their little roadblock.

    All through the night, men trickled in, and their defenses grew stronger.

    Around that single paratrooper was formed the nucleus of a major strong-point - around that strong-point, Germany's last great hopes were dashed, and the way was opened to end the war, and forever change the world.

    Sometimes, one man makes all the difference...

    Sometimes - that one man just might be the old guy in the family you never stop to visit with or even bother to think about - you may want to re-think your priorities, because he may have a tale to tell that'll make you proud.
  2. BenchMonkey

    BenchMonkey Angry Infidel

    Nov 28, 2018
    Army of one? He had brass ones the size of a Division! HOOAH!

  3. Bro. Pappaw

    Bro. Pappaw Well-Known Member

    Mar 18, 2016
  4. tac45

    tac45 What me worry ? Supporting Addict

    Mar 4, 2012
    Thanks Mike , great post and reminder.
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  5. isialk

    isialk Well-Known Member Supporting Addict

    Jan 7, 2017
    Thanks for the post Mike. That man had some real stones and was clearly tired of their ****!

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