|Project by blmac4||posted 08-23-2007 05:12 PM||1202 views||1 time favorited||9 comments|
My father was a WWII veteran and like most veterans he did not like to talk about the war. The only thing he ever told me was that he was wounded but not how. After he passed away, I learned from my Aunt, his sister, that he served under Gen. Patton and was a member of the prestigous unit know as “Hell on Wheels”.
He was a radio operator on one of the tanks. The tank he was riding in was hit by enemy fire and exploded. To this day I still don’t know how badly he was injured but he was listed as missing in action for awhile but was finally located in a hospital.
Thanks to the help of my congressman I was able to get replacements of the medals my father would have recieved and copies of some of his service records. Although he was wounded his name apparently was never summited to recieve the Purple Heart. My congressman formally requested that my father recieve the Purple Heart. It was approved, so on September 23, 2003 my father was awarded the Purple Heart. My only regret was that my father wasn’t alive to get it in person. And I only hope that he is aware of how proud I am of him and his service to this country so that we may enjoy the freedoms that we have.