Courage

[Snipersnest]

My Dad never really talked about his experiences, but I did get bits and pieces listening to family members while growing up. The one story that stood out was when he was with the 3rd Armored Infantry. He was riding in a half-track with his comrades when a German tank approached them from the rear. The driver bailed out leaving everyone behind, and it was every man for himself. My Dad slipped out the side and ran for a high wall by a farm. He hopped the wall and landed in a huge pile of manure, where he remained hidden. He was the only survivor of the group. So, I guess literally speaking, if it weren't for a pile of sh!t, I wouldn't be here. When I got back from Nam, he asked me if I saw any action and I told him yes. We never spoke another word about it again, but he and I exchanged that "knowing look" when the news had reports of the war on the evening telecasts.