THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING THIS FOR ME.  IT GIVES ME GREAT JOY TO SEE HIM ON THIS WEB SITE.

I HAVE ANOTHER REQUEST IF YOU WOULD BE SO KIND.  AS I MENTIONED BEFORE I AM PUTTING A SHADOW BOX TOGETHER WITH DAD’S MEMORABILIA.

I AM TRYING TO FIND OUT WHAT RIBBONS AND / OR METALS HE MAY HAVE HAD ON HIS JACKET.  I HAVE WRITTEN FOR COPIES OF HIS DISCHARGE TO THE MILITARY RECORDS ARCHIVES IN ST. LOUIS, MO AND THEY WROTE BACK TELLING ME THAT THEY MAY HAVE BEEN LOST IN A FIRE THAT DESTROYED A LOT OF MILITARY RECORDS DATING BACK FROM 1906 TO THE 1950’S.  HIS JACKET HAS A RED BRAID THAT LOOPS AROUND THE LEFT SHOULDER THROUGH THE LEFT SHOULDER FLAP.  HIS CAP HAS A PATCH WITH A PARACHUTE AND A GLIDER BORDERED IN RED.  I HAVE SEEN THIS PATCH BEFORE ON THE OTHER WEB SIGHTS, BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT STANDS FOR.

FINALLY, DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT THE STANDARD ISSUE RIFLES FOR THE 596^TH WERE? ONE OF THE PICTURES OF DAD SHOWS HIM WITH WHAT LOOKS LIKE AN M-1 GARAND.  I AM A GUN COLLECTOR AND HOPE TO FIND AN M-1 GARAND IN EXCELLENT CONDITION SOME DAY SOON.

AGAIN I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR POSTING MY FATHER’S PICTURES.

SINCERELY,

JEFF A. HYMAN

MANHAY


Hold At All Costs

Where are the worthy GI’s running who liberated us,
They have their tanks, the Germans, with their equipment,
Have been driven back.  They seemed powerful,
Invincible soldiers, masters for a very long time.

Each time the return of the occupying forces is precise.
For the veteran of the underground the decision has been made.
Once again, in the Ardennes, there will be vengeance.
Flee people of the maquis, avoid judgment.

Civilians have left, replaced by soldiers.
Speedily, they have been crowded into truck beds.
Since Reims, in the rain, turning points, chaos,
For parachutists, what hell, no planes, no trucks!

They were forewarned...in the winter by the fire.
A surplus of potatoes, bacon, eggs.
The front has been made right.  Manhay is in the middle.
The site can be razed.   Order to leave the area.

The bolt on Fraiture has suddenly been released.
Spreading out toward Manhay, grenadiers and tanks.
Evening descending on the Ardenne obscures
The steel worms spitting their fire bursts

Suddenly, from behind the low clouds , the moon appears,
Unveiling the barrages, a chance for the enemy.
Under a pale halo, appears the reply.


Nine tanks will be destroyed, the snow has betrayed them.
This Christmas Eve, will be the breakthrough.
In the radio silence, for the imposed retreat,
An audacious Panzer, between two Shermans, slips in.
Spreading terror…a feat of great audacity.


The artillery intervenes from Monchenoul to Deux-Rys
In three days the batteries will destroy the dwelling    
Through numerous battles, until body to body,
Face to face with the enemy, their fate is sealed.

The region liberated, the village retaken,              
The spoils of the sinister building will be counted.
Where have the sheets gone, still so well-folded?
On a slain soldier, is where they will be found.

Friends have left in pursuit of the enemy.
But the heroic Ardenne regains his courage.
The meadows are cleansed and the lodging is rebuilt.
At vespers they tell the tale of this hard, cursed winter.

Today, the village, fixed like a terrace
on the side of the green massif where violent winds brew,
Has found peace, let us hope, forever.
Manhay, her story, her central square: it was well worth the detour.

Manhay “cost what it may”.  The alarm has sounded…and the order has come      
  Down.
Hold at all costs-“Tenir coute que coute”


                                                     Emile PIRARD