Subj: MAILCALL NO. 388 517TH PRCT
Date: 11/20/2002 8:44:59 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Ben517
BCC:

Hello,

I will be leaving for Dublin, Ca. Friday for a few weeks but I should  be able to receive mail and send out Mail Call.
Check the "Photos" and  "Recollections" sections on our website. We are constantly adding new information.
Bob  Christie has received notice that Gene Frice will travel from California to attend the Kissimmee reunion in January. Hope that Lud Gibbons and others on the West Coast will also be able to to attend.  Linda Schlarb is still seeking information about her uncle William Thorng  who was in D Co. He was KIA 09/44 in Col de Braus, France. We have just added his photo in our Photos section on the website.
The photos in this Mail Call were provided by Clark Archer
Ben

Website--prct51`7.home.attbi.com  or members.aol.com/prct517/

Mail Call--Ben@aol.com
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Entry of Jun 18, 2001 at 16:59 [EST]
Name: Linda Schlarb
Unit:
EMail: oldtownpropaneco@worldnet.att.net
How I found the 517th page: Other
Comments: My uncle was William F. Thorng kia in Col de Braus and awarded the Bronze Star. This is a wonderful tribute to these men and I would like to thank all of you for what you did. If anyone out there remembers my uncle William F. Thorng (he went by the nickname of Chuck) I would love to hear from you. Linda Schlarb
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Subj: No more Virus 
Date: 11/20/2002 5:14:02 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: trooper@softdisk.com
To: ben517@aol.com

Hi Ben  Well I got rid of that Virus.  My ISP worked on it for about four dyes to get it cleaned up.  I had Macafee virus  scanner on it but I got a letter from them to day and they told me that they had trouble with it.. I just had it put on about three days before that virus hit.  They pulled all kind of address from me even one of my Grand  son`s when he was over seas last year. I have norton antivrus on it now and I will  up date it later. I had not sent out any E-Mail for a week before I got that virus.  I was just getting ready to dig out some things to send you.  They will tie in real good with that story  I have some pictures looking down to the Var river and also of the Town clock.  It is still in good shape and keeping time.  I will get them out and send you copies.  If this gets to you with out any bugs.  Harry K, Saunders   Co E
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Now lets hope that Howard Hensleigh can get rid of his virus.
Ben
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This poem was sent to us by Joe Spencer Hq. 460


'Twas the Night Before Ramadan
by Mullah Mohammed Omar

'Twas the night before Ramadan and all through the cave, not a creature was stirring; it felt like a grave.
The turbans were hung by the fire with care,
in hopes that the Air Force would not soon be there.

The soldiers were restless without any beds,
while visions of air strikes flashed in their heads.
Osama in his burkha and feeling like crap,
had just settled down for a cold winter's nap.

When out on the ridge there arose such a clatter,
I grabbed my Kalashnikov to see what was the matter.
Away from the racket I ran like a girl,
tripped over a goat, my robes in a twirl.

The moon shone down on the new-fallen snow,
And lit up the valley with an ominous glow.
When what to my one good eye should appear,
but a dozen Apaches, and tanks in the rear.

And their leader, so fearless, his troops he did push,
I knew in an instant it must be George Bush.
More rapid than eagles, his forces they came,
and they whistled and shouted and called out our names:

"Now Omar! Osama! Muhammad! Abdul!
We come for you now; we've taken Kabul!
To the top of the cliffs! To the back of their cave!
Making war on America? Start digging your graves!"

As the dry leaves that before the assault choppers fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, light up the sky.
So up to the ridge, his forces they flew,
with full magazines, and flamethrowers too!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard with a thud,
the explosions of Tomahawks; not one was a dud.
As I chambered my rifle and was turning around,
I saw that Osama was disguised in a gown.

He was dressed all in drag, from his head to his toes,
and he said he would flee while I held off his foes;
A bundle of money he had stuffed in his pack,
"I'm escaping to Baghdad and not looking back!"

His eyes were all glassy; he trembled with fear,
the American bombs, they rang in his ears.
He saddled his goat, then turned tail and fled,
When a Marine Corps sniper put a round in his head.
I watched with cold fear as his body did slump,
the goat threw him off; he fell with a lump.
And so there I stood, my plans all destroyed,
to suffer a fate I could not avoid.

I dropped to my knees; asked Allah for help,
His voice boomed in my ears: You ignorant whelp!
I gave you the Bible, the Torah, the Koran
but you were too stupid to understand.
I told you to honor your neighbors and wives;
Not to enslave them or degrade their poor lives!

You invoke My name to sanction your deeds,
but you are the last thing this world needs.

Right now you and "Bennie" are headed for Hell.
These simple last words as the bombs still fell
Came straight from George Dubbya as he mounted
the wall, "One nation, under God, with
liberty and justice for all!"