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Discussion in 'Military Vets' started by baboon, May 27, 2019.
From my uncle's memoirs. Southern France, early 1943.
We was going up the road to Valexie - I believe was the name of the town. That’s where they had set up a holding force, the Germans, to keep us from advancing; the main force of Germans had withdrawn at that time. Sergeant Jones always had a radio. He threw his antenna up over a high line pole. There wasn’t supposed to be any electricity in the wires. He said, “I can get Paris on the radio.” He throwed that antenna over the wire and I tell you it killed him instantly. Old #### Jones. There was nothin’ you could do. Not all ours died a glorious death.
Left was in Marseille, he claimed they were selling contraband. He also claimed he was wearing his 1911. He is in the middle both pictures
My dad in Paris. I think France gave him a great hatred of wine.