The Ardennes Foot Soldier (Winter of 1944-’45)
The noise of battle summons all Who hear the blare of trumpets call. The soldier stands in ready ranks In rows beside the mighty tanks. The battleground in Ardennes green, Now lain in winter’s snow-white sheen. The stark bare foxhole is my bed, With splintered...
Tilly: The Sweetheart of the Liberators of Luxembourg
Little Luxembourg, a country no larger than the state of Rhode island produced a gracious hostess and a friend of the GI soldier with a heart as big as the state of Texas.
The Boys of the Golden Acorn
It was a ‘Time For Trumpets’ And as they heeded the Bugle’s call, The boys of the Eighty-Seventh Stood ‘Stalwart and Strong’ and tall. 87th Div. They were the GOLDEN ACORN men Now dressed in battle array, Pressed into the snowy ARDENNES...