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Sitting in a small café in the shadow of the great Cathedral of Metz, Tom Mullins and I were having a beer and savoring the idea of an assigned one-month rest period. What luxury! There would be hot meals and bunks to sleep on in the old French garrison that the enemy had been forced to evacuate. The Germans had hurriedly withdrawn from the city leaving it pretty much intact. After three months on the front lines of Gereral Patton's 3rd Army, I had outlived the normal life expectancy of a first scout with G Company and had been reassigned to the 2nd Battalion, 104th Infantry Regiment, Medical Unit where Tom and I were medics. As such, we were not subject to the drills and crap inflicted on regular soldiers. We were free and intended to enjoy every minute of it. This was a dream come true after the past intense months as first scout.
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Christmas at the Bulge
Sitting in a small café in the shadow of the great Cathedral of Metz, Tom Mullins and I were having a beer and savoring the idea of an assigned one-month rest period. What luxury! There would be hot meals and bunks to sleep...
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