70 Years Ago Today: Remembering the Fallen of the 10th Mountain Division

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freedom isn't free

we live in the land of the free because of the brave

we owe our freedom to them

the only way to repay a life is with a life devoted to liberty and justice for all

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My Uncle, Sgt Ralph Brainard, attended this memorial service and I have a pamphlet like the one above. He was in the 85th company L

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I donated mine do the Denver Library to keep it safe and to share with everyone . Ralph was a 30 cal machine gunner and told some really scary stories about combat , but on a lighter note , heres one he shared. He was sunning himself on a German bunker after they had taken Mount Belevedere when he heard Germans talking. 8 Germans were in the bunker below him , but were glad to surrender to him

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My dad PFC Willie Calvin Anderson Sr. was buried at U S Military Cemetery at Castelfiorentino, Italy Plat 0, Row 46, Grave 1984. His remains were brought home and buried in Blackwood Springs Baptist Church Cemetery when I was a younh boy. I remember the 21 gun Salute and Taps.

I remember 2 things very clearly about my Dad's Stateside funeral in Calhoun Georgia, our home town. First was the tremendous number of fresh flowers at the Funeral and the 21 Gun Salute at the Cemetery. There were so many flowers the smell was almost overwhelming. Lots of local folk sent flowers for my Dad. At the Cemetery, I would jerk each time one of the shots were fired. We never saw one another. He wrote Mother telling her he didn't think he would make it back alive and asked her to name me Willie Cakvin Jr. after him. My older brother who clearly remembered Dad was always a little angry because I was the Junior instead of me. I remember once hearing my Mom tell David that he should not be upset because he had memory of Dad playing games with him but I never would. He understood but always resented it a little.

I remember 2 things very clearly about my Dad's Stateside funeral in Calhoun Georgia, our home town. First was the tremendous number of fresh flowers at the Funeral and the 21 Gun Salute at the Cemetery. There were so many flowers the smell was almost overwhelming. Lots of local folk sent flowers for my Dad. At the Cemetery, I would jerk each time one of the shots were fired. We never saw one another. He wrote Mother telling her he didn't think he would make it back alive and asked her to name me Willie Cakvin Jr. after him. My older brother who clearly remembered Dad was always a little angry because I was the Junior instead of me. I remember once hearing my Mom tell David that he should not be upset because he had memory of Dad playing games with him but I never would. He understood but always resented it a little.

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