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General George Patton Photo-Op

Posted by LOTGK on December 22, 2009

general patton at neirstein, germany, standing on the rhine river bridge relieving himself.

General Patton Relieving Himself

My Dad was a World War II veteran serving as a Corporal in General George Patton’s 3rd Army, 249th Combat Engineers. Dad passed away one year ago today. R.I. P. Dad.

One of the pictures in Dad’s files was the one above. My Dad did not snap the picture, however he was there and saw almost this exact viewing angle. He wrote on the back of the photo the following…

March 25th, 1945. Nierstein, Germany, on the Rhine River. General George Patton stopped to inspect the Treadway bridge constructed by the 249th Combat Engineers. Patton is on the left raising the level of the Rhine River a little. (Patton is relieving himself over the side of the river)

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R.I.P. Dad – 1923-2008 – Press On

Posted by LOTGK on December 31, 2008

R.I.P. Dad 1923-2008

R.I.P. Dad 1923-2008

My Father passed away Monday, December 22nd, 2008 from a massive heart attack. Dad was 85 years old. Mere words cannot describe the man he was or how he influenced me, our family, and the many he helped along the way.

Dad was the youngest of 7 children. (Just like me) Dad was preceded in death by his son George, his sisters, Sadie, Helen, Mary, Libbs, Aida, and his brother George.

He leaves behind his wife (Delores) of almost 60 years. Next month is Dad and Mom’s 60th wedding anniversary. Also, two sons, Jack, and Patrick, (Me) four daughters, Carol, Marilyn, Nancy, and Sally.
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Patton's 3rd Army Dad was a World War II veteran serving in General George Patton’s 3rd Army, 249th Combat Engineers. Dad saw action IN the Battle Of The Bulge, perhaps the bloodiest battle in the European Theater, the Rhine Crossing, and liberated several concentration camps.

Dad once told me that he and his unit would draw straws to see who drew first round to sweep for mines before the tanks would roll into new territory. That day it was Dad’s turn to be first out. It was also a day that Patton was touring the unit which was very rare. When Patton learned what the men were doing, (Drawing straws) he immediately donned the mine sweeping gear and took first sweep.

presson Dad and Mom made sure the children were well traveled. By the time I was 15, I had visited all 48 continental states. Most of the vacations we went on was via the car. Nine people (Yes, 9, Mom, Dad, and the 7 children) in a station wagon driving from coast to coast. On one trip out West to California, we had been driving over 600 miles in one day already. Our destination was Flagstaff, Arizona for the evening. About ten minutes later, we saw a sign that said, FLAGSTAFF, 180 MILES.

All the kids moaned knowing we had another 3 hours in the car and pleaded for Dad to stop. But we all knew Dad’s motto was to “Press On!” And press on we did. We made Flagstaff in under three hours. The next day, California.

Growing up, I butted heads with my father on plenty of occasions. We argued a lot. I felt I was right in my thoughts. Dad would always remind me to look at the big picture of life. Not just one moment in time. He explained that sometimes what may seem right and correct right now might not be the prudent course for the future. Dad was always right. It took many years to understand that his advice was always to benefit me in the long run. I find myself passing along the exact same advice and logic to my son. And at the age of 21, I believe he realizes my experience and advice benefits him.

Dad taught me to have faith, but not blindly believe. In both religion and politics. To love your family unconditionally, without exception. To help and offer charity, even when not asked. To respect the brave men and women in the military who have served and protected our country. To work hard, to know your job better than anyone else in the company. To listen what others have to say. To be a Vikings fan. To love God, pray hard. And to laugh out loud.

And he taught me to Press On.

An Irish Prayer
May those who love us, love us;
And those who don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
But if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles.
So we’ll know them by their limping.

Rest In Peace Father
Your Loving Son – Patrick

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World War II Ghost Story

Posted by LOTGK on October 12, 2007


This is a ghost story that my father told me when he was a soldier in World War II. Dad was a Corporal in General Patton’s army. As they were marching their way across Europe on one particular day, Dad and one of his best friends, (We’ll call him Sweeney) got separated from their unit during some heavy exchanges with the Germans. The unit was scattered as they sought cover from incoming shelling. When it was over, they could not find the way back to their unit.

As darkness settled in, a steady rain began to fall and they decided to hole up in one of the many abandoned bombed out buildings scattered along the road. They came to this one building, (Dad described it as looking like a mini castle.) They both ducked in out of the rain to rest. They would continue their search for their unit when the light of dawn came. Both men did a quick inspection of the place to verify that they were alone. There was scattered furniture, broken crates, boxes, and simple clutter on the floor. There were huge holes in the walls and ceiling where bombs had hit their target. The only thing that wasn’t completely destroyed was an old pipe organ leaning in the corner of the room.

As they opened their food rations they heard a sound coming from where the organ was. Dad went over to investigate. Nothing was out of the ordinary. They chalked it up to their imagination. As they sat back down, this time they knew they heard a sound. It was the damn organ playing. Dad and Sweeney went over to the organ and saw the keys moving up and down and heard the music playing. Sweeney thought at first that it was a player piano type organ but upon further inspection, they noticed that there were no guts to the organ, as the insides of the wood cabinet had been shredded to bits. There was no way that organ could be playing. Yet, there they were, listening and watching the organ play on.

Dad looked at Sweeney, and Sweeney looked at Dad, and after a few more bars played on the organ, Sweeney said he was getting the hell out of there. Sweeney said that it was a ghost and that the ghost didn’t want them in his building. Both ran out of the building and down the road and several minutes later ran right into their unit.

The Captain said that both men were extremely lucky that they found the unit. The unit had switched course and was heading in a more Northern direction. If they would have waited till morning as planned, the unit would have been long gone. Dad and Sweeney would have been left behind enemy lines and more than likely captured. Dad again looked at Sweeney knowing that the ghost that was at the organ playing that strange melody had saved their lives by making them leave at night instead of at dawn.

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