Ben
This was the best Mail Call in a long time! You and Bob
just get better with age. OOPS. I wish I could say the same.
First the description of the trip to France from Claire Giblin
makes me want to take this trip next year.
Then the pictures from David Jordan were really great.
The only thing I noticed was the troopers in the pictures were much cleaner then
we ever were in France. The guy wearing the 45 pistol reminds me of Jessie
Darden.
You two keep up the wonderful work you do.
Best Regards,
Darrell Egner
Lou Darden
Ben Please check your heading about the 2007
reunions. The Kissimmee, FL reunion is listed as KISSIMMEE, CA
Thought you might want to edit that. LOU
DARDEN
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Just trying to find out if any one reads this stuff.-Ben
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From: Gilles GUIGNARD <rotmcook@yahoo.com>
To: webmaster@517prct.org
Subject: 517
Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2006
10:55:33 +0000
Hello,
Thanks so much for putting our photos
online!
i hope il get a few comments now my email address is
on your
site!
British pathfinder's name is Jim Chittenden, he and
his pathfinder
team got dropped from a Mitchell bomber
at 4:30 AM on aug 15th 1944 to set
up a radar.
if you are interested i have small but serious blogs
about some US units in Southern France.
here are the links:
www.dogface43.skyblog.com
www.dogface44.skyblog.com
www.dogface42.skyblog.com
Thanks again and kind regards Gilles
Gilles Guignard
Boom Boom Alicki
True Georgia Ghost
Story, Confirmed
This happened
about a month ago just outside a little town in the low country of
Georgia, and while it sounds like an
Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real. This guy was on the side of the road
hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle of a thunder
storm.
Time passed slowly and no
cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of
his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly approaching and appearing
ghostlike in the rain. It slowly crept toward him and stopped. Wanting a
ride real bad the guy jumped in the car and closed the door, only then did he
realize that there was nobody behind the wheel.
The car slowly started
moving and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and
running. The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching a sharp curve, still
too scared to jump out, he started to pray and begging for his life; he was sure
the ghost car would go off the road and in the marsh and he would surely drown,
when just before the curve, a hand appeared through the driver's window and
turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the
bend.
Paralyzed with fear, the
guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy,
scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran to
town. Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two
shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience. A
silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was
telling the truth and not just some
drunk.
About half an hour later
two guys walked into the bar and one says to the other: "Look Bubba, there's
that idiot who rode in our car when we was pushin it in the
rain."