My dad is and will always be my hero. He fought in the Battle of the Bulge during WWII. His service started at the induction center in Watertown, CT and then was sent to Fort Devons, MA. After that he went for basic training at Camp Shelby, Miss. His departure for Europe was from Camp Shanks, NY. From there he was shipped to La Havre, France and on to the Bulge, etc. Four of his six brothers were also WWII heros. And all, thank God, returned home safe if not completely sound of mind. War does things to a person...the soldier is never the same as before they went to war...no matter which war they fought in.
My father rarely talked about his experiences but I do know he had frequent nightmares for the rest of his life. He did mention the cold he endured during the war. He brought home a few "souvenirs" which he kept out of sight...I believe they reminded him of the pain of war and how he aquired them.
Dad lived his life to the fullest and was the most giving and sensitive of men. He raised twelve children to be honorable and responsible adults. He had a very strong faith in God and passed that on to his children. He was also a wonderfully talented carpenter and gardener.
J. J. Caswell