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| Let me
begin with my grandfather. Howard "Max" Aldrich was drafted into the
service in 1944 to fight for his country within the United States Army. After
completion of basic training he was swiftly sent to Europe as one of thousands
of replacments for the war tattered and hardened 45th Infantry Division. He served
with the "Thunderbirds" (as the 45th was known) in the 180th Infantry
Regiment, Company D. He was primarily a heavy weapons crewman having qualified
as a marksman in basic training. To this day, I am unaware what his role was.
Gathering information from bits and pieces, I believe he was a member of a machine
gun squad. I know he was also proficient in the use of the M1 Garand, as were
many GI's during World War II. Only having been in combat for 3 weeks, my
grandfather quickly found himself fighting for his life. Having been sent to the
45th Division during March of 1945 he spent most of his combat time on the border
of France and Germany, more specifally on the Siegfried Line near a small town
named Worms. As the story goes my grandfather had been fighting for 3 days
to take an unknown town near Ballweiller, Germany. Having successfully captured
it after 3 days my grandfather was resting within the confines of a war torn building.
At 12:00 a.m. there was a sudden BANG and as he said it, "an incredible burning
sensation" in his feet. Realizing he had been injured in the feet he was
quickly taken back to a Army field hospital. Unfortunatly, and fortunatly, the
man who was on guard during the time of the explosion was killed, according to
my grandpa's letters home he only had 5 more minutes before it was his turn to
take watch. For us this unfortunate happening granted life...in spite of death.
Here is a picture of him. |