
Dave, Neal, Katrina, Bob Fallows. Paul Murray in Rear. January 1945. Siersthal, Lorraine, France.

After Bitche

After Bitche

After Bitche

Radio Section

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Paul, Hal, and I with Radio Jeep. Germany, April 1945.

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Me on VE Day. Reichenbach, Germany. May 8, 1945.

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Langenau

Headquarters Company, 1st Battalion, 399th Infantry Regiment, 100th Infantry Division

David Parr, Vaihingen, Germany. August 15, 1945.

David Parr. Headquarters Company, 1st Battalion, 399th Infantry Regiment, 100th Infantry Division. Viahingen, Germany. 1945.

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Marseille

Stuttgart

Our street, Vaihingen

The "Castle", Vaihingen

Times Square, Vaihingen

OPEC HQ, Vaihingen

Our protector, Vaihingen

That handsome Americanishe guard

Semper Sleepy, Vaihingen

That mean looking Americanishe guard

Calais

Calais

Dave does a shuffle off to Buffalo while the guys wait to get into the latrine. Calais, 1946. PS, How come everyone had their hands in their pockets?

Our air-conditioned home near the Riviera. Calais.

All-pro Parr. Calais staging area.

Would you believe the 3rd sign says "Recruiting Office"? Calais.

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Waiting for a subway

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Christ, my hair is still standing straight and combat had ended months before!

Our crooner, Hal

Note they had the ventilators plugged up. No wonder it smelled so bad below!

The white stuff on the ocean was caused by me, christ was I seasick. I haven't been on anything larger than a rowboat on a lake (small one) since!

That damn sea again!

Passing the Azores

The friendliest lady in the world. Entering New York Harbor.