From: Ben517@aol.com
Sent: Tuesday, September 09, 2008 3:51 PM
To: undisclosed-recipients:
Subject: MAIL CALL NO.1618,- 517TH PRCT-SEPTEMBER 9, 2008

70 Pleasant St. Cohasset, MA. 02025 ,781 383 0215 * Mail Call : Ben Barrett  Ben517@aol.com 
 
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517th Annual Florida Mini-Reunion January 17,18,19, 20, 2009

Banquet on the 20th (Tuesday) and Departing on the 21st (Wednesday)

Hosted by: Leila Webb, Location: Ramada Hotel & Inn Gateway

7470 Highway 192 West

Kissimmee, Florida  34747

Tele: 1(800)327-9170          FAX 1(407)396-4320

Contact: Leila Webb, Helen Beddow and Lou Darden

4155 Kissimmee Park Road

St. Cloud, Florida       34772

Tele:(407)892-3595


Babbie Boyle
 
Bill sends his thanks to all that wished him a Happy Birthday, It made him happy to know so many still thought of him. He is doing quite well..
Howard Hensleigh
 
Dear Babbie,  Who could forget Bill Boyle???????????Love,  HH

 
Patricia and Roland Orengo
Ben and all our friends,

we did in August the commemoration of the liberation of Cannes and Nice.

Included photos of us in Cannes.

With all our love
Patricia and Roland Orengo
Sospel, France
 
Ben,
we have received from our insurance all the refund for our trip to the USA.

We hope to be with you in SLC next year.

I cross my fingers.
Patricia and Roland Orengo
Sospel, France

Dick Seitz
 
Dear Ben:  This is Dick Seitz's reply to Greg Morehead's four questions:

Greg:  I thought it was so important to have the CAJT perform.  They forge a link between today and the past heroic paratroopers of WWII.  These re-enactor teams provide an accurate and vigorous vision of the action of many of our veterans and provide a link from the fathers, grandfathers, and uncles to the present generation.  I think it is a real tribute to these young men and women who provide these re-enactions, with very limited resources and a lot of their own time, to create this invaluable link and tribute to our WWII paratroopers.  I personally was impressed with the accuracy, appearance and attitude of these re-enactors.  And I don't want to minimize or neglect the people flying the C-47s.  They are to be commended for continuing their service to this present generation.
      On a personal note, seeing the paratroopers pre-jump stand up and inspection and seeing the expressions on their young faces, I could see and feel in these young men, myself, waiting for a call to load up.  I had the same feeling of exhalation to see theses young men as they jumped, and I feel they were experiencing that same exhalation that I experience over 60 years ago.  It was truly a thrill watching these young men make that jump under marginal conditions. I and my family were very grateful for their outstanding performance.

Myrle Traver
 
Ben, we were able to receive your email with the story of the "Suicidal Goose".  It is going to be interesting to hear Gen. Seitz comments.  Wow! What an experience.
Myrle Traver
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Another interesting experience reported to me my Dick Seitz-Ben
The Schmidt Bergstein Attack
Pat Seitz
 
Dear Ben:  Only after Alan read the article and asked him about it.  As is his style, he said it was nothing! 
Thanks so much to you and especially Bob for doing such a marvelous job on the wedding pictures.  Dad and Mama met in college at Kansas State, Dad was a junior, from Leavenworth, KS and Mama a freshman from Ellis, KS.  At the end of his junior year, Dad went into the service (he had been majoring in agricultural chemistry so he could take over the family creamery business, but said his only decent grades were in ROTC!).  Mama finished college in 1942, but they kept in touch. While each of them said that they were not serious and dated others, the family stories do recount that Dad did come back to K-State for football games (how he did it in the days of no superhighways floors me!) and Mama went down for a Propblast party as I have a copy of the dance card/invitation in her scrapbook (apparently my grandfather first met my Dad when Dad was sleeping on the couch of the Pi Phi house after one of these drives and my grandfather Merrill was also in town; needless to say it was not an impressive first meeting) and Dad apparently named a jeep or two the Bettie Jean, until it was blown up.  Mama was a journalism major and after college was working writing advertising copy for a radio station, when her father said: "There's a war on, I have no sons, do your part." So she joined the Red Cross and was shipped overseas to England in the Spring of '44 then was moved to Holland in the winter of 44.  The two kept in touch by letters but didn't know where each was because of censorship.  When she saw in the Stars & Stripes that Dad was engaged in the battle of St. Vith, by herself, at age23, in knee high snow, she drove in that commandeered car shown in the pictures, found the 517th regimental headquarters (the farm house), went in, announced that she was "Betty Jean Merrill and she was there to see Dick Seitz."  The men there said, that's great, Betty, but you can't go where he is.  After the Bulge, they reconnected.  Mama recalls going into Paris with Dad, Mel Zais, John Lissner and some of the other guys -- tey knew how to party, and Mama being more cautious, on occasion thought retreat before the MP's arrived was the better approach.  They discussed getting married, but decided to wait until after the war.  Mama always jokingly said she caught Dad with Battle Fatigue. Dad had told her just let me know when you are ready to get married. So after the war ended in Europe, she sent Dad a telegram, that said "Have Bridesmaid will arrive for wedding."  Dad, with the help of Tom Cross, Madame Breton and the rest of he 517th put together a wedding in a very short amount of time.  It wasn't easy to get married -- it had to be approved up the chain of command, but permission was obtained, and they were married. Mama told the story that she didn't have anyone to tell her about the "Birds and the Bees" before the wedding, so she went for a long walk with the regimental surgeon before the wedding who filled her in on those details! Tom Cross tells the story about the trials and tribulations of obtaining a wedding ring from Paris. Dad was proud of how sharp the men from the 517th looked in their Class A uniforms -- probably the first time they had been in them since the states.  Tom Cross can tell stories about how the guys enjoyed the champagne!  Leon Dean recalls attending the wedding.  Mama and Dad spent the first night of their honeymoon in the hotel in the picture, but they had to share a "bathroom facility" with everyone else and the toilet consisted of a hole in the floor, so they decided to head on south to Nice and ran into more men from the 517th and it took them several days to shake them before they could have a honeymoon.  Needless to say, with a beginning like this you can understand why the 517th has an extra special connection for our family!

Helen Beddow
 
The Suicidal Goose----What a fantastic story!!  Those are the stories that I like to hear.

Jo Anne Roberts Gray
Bob,
I loved the suicidal goose story!  This is the sort of thing I always hoped I would find on Mail Call.  I know the rest of you have stories.  Let's have 'em!
Jo Anne Roberts Gray
Bob Barrett
 
In case people could not read the Goose story in your last MailCall, they can view it here:
 
Pat Seitz and Allan Greer
 
Dear Darrell:  You are outstanding and we are all so grateful for your dedication and leadership.  With great admiration and affection.  Pat Seitz and Alan Greer

Merle McMorrow
 
Ben & Helen:
 
I have reunion booklets for 1969, 1975, 1983 1990, 1991,That was back at a time when Unit pictures were taken and couple pictures  were taken before the dinner banquet.  In 1983 24 showed up from Bttry C.
 
Most pictures taken at the reunion were in the booklet and furnished to the attendent after the reunion was over.
 
Do you want them or do I throw?
 
                               Merle