From: Ben517@aol.com
Sent: Saturday, March 03, 2001 9:04
AM
To: undisclosed-recipients:
Subject: Mail Call NO
66
Hello,
The comments that I have received indicate that
how often I send out Mail
Call really doesn't matter. Will try to
limit size to four or five pages.
I would like to hear from more members
and we need to find more members who
are online.
Ben
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Subj: Mail Call
Date: 3/1/2001 10:20:08 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:
jalicki@yahoo.com (John Alicki)
To: Ben517@aol.com
Ben
It really does not matter whether you send your
Mail
Call daily or periodically. We are here on this planet
but a short
time, so keep the messages coming. I will
be grateful and beholding to you
and your son Bob for
the great job you're doing.
"HE WHO ACKNOWLEDGES A
KINDNESS HAS IT STILL AND HE
WHO HAS A GRATEFUL SENSE OF IT HAS REQUITED
I
Boom Boom
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Subj: Re: Mail Call NO. 65
Date: 3/1/2001 10:32:31 AM Eastern
Standard Time
From: Wild bill
517
To: Ben517
Whatever suits you on length or
frequency is fine. reading is
Faster than writing
Bill
Boyle
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Subj: Re:
Mail Call NO. 65
Date: 3/1/2001 11:05:06 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: CackyG
To: Ben517
You explained well about all the mail you try to
include in mail call. Send
it as often as you want to. People
have the choice of reading it or not.
Personally, I will read it
anytime it comes out. Thank Bob for trying to get
the word out that
most virus warnings are hoaxes. Before we panic, I always
check it out
at some of the virus warning places on the Internet. If anyone
is
really in checking them out, there are many places they can go to........
Dot
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Subj: Feeling Old???
Date: 3/1/2001 11:08:23
AM Eastern Standard Time
From: CackyG
To: Ben517
I thought this was interesting. I feel old
enough sometimes without reading
stuff like this. This makes me feel
even older. I thought you might enjoy
reading this, too.......Dot
Subject: THE CLASS OF 2004
Just in case you
weren't feeling too old today, this will certainly change
things. Each year
the staff at Beloit College in Wisconsin puts together a
list to try
to give the Faculty a sense of the mindset of this year's
incoming
freshman. Here is this year's list: The people who are
starting
college this fall across the nation were born in 1982.
They have no
meaningful recollection of the Reagan Era and probably
did not know he
had ever been shot. They were prepubescent when the
Persian Gulf War was
waged. Black Monday, 1987 is as significant
to them as the Great
Depression. There has been only one
Pope. They were 11 when the Soviet
Union broke apart and
do not remember the Cold War. They have never
feared a nuclear
war. They are too young to remember the space shuttle
blowing up. Tiananmen Square means nothing to them. Bottle caps
have always
been screw off and plastic. Atari predates them, as do
vinyl albums. The
statement "You sound like a broken record"
means nothing to them. They have
never owned a record
player. They have likely never played Pac Man and have
never heard
of Pong. They may have never heard of an 8 track The Compact
Disc was
introduced when they were 1 year old. As far as
they know, stamps have
always cost about 33 cents. They have
always had an answering machine.
Most have never seen a TV set
with only 13 channels, nor have they seen
a black and
white TV. They have always had cable. There have always been
VCRs, but they have no idea what BETA was. They cannot
fathom not having
a remote control. They don't know what a cloth baby
diaper is, or know
about the "Help me, I've fallen and I can't
get up" commercial. Feeling
old Yet? There's more:
They
were born the year that Walkmen were introduced by Sony. Roller
skating has always meant inline for them. Jay Leno has
always been on
the Tonight Show. They have no idea when or why
Jordache jeans were cool.
Popcorn has always been cooked in the
microwave. They have never seen
Larry Bird play.
They never took a swim and thought about Jaws. The
Vietnam War
is as ancient history to them as WWI, WWII and the Civil War.
They
have no idea that Americans were ever held hostage in Iran. They can't
imagine what hard contact lenses are. They don't know who Mork was or
where
he was from. They never heard: "Where's the beef?", "I'd walk a
mile for a
Camel," or"De plane, de plane!". They do not care who shot
J.R. and have no
idea who J.R. was. The Titanic was found? They
thought we always
knew. Michael Jackson has always been
white. Kansas, Chicago, Boston,
America, and Alabama are places,
not rock bands. McDonalds never came in
Styrofoam containers. There
has always been MTV. They don't have a clue
how to use a typewriter.
Do you feel old yet? Pass this on to the other old
fogies. But don't send
it back to me, I feel old enough.
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Subj: Re: Mail Call NO. 65
Date: 3/1/2001 3:03:27 PM Eastern
Standard Time
From: vze2b3gy@verizon.net (ray hess)
To: Ben517@aol.com
Ben: You are doing all of us a hugh
& wonderful service, so as far as I am
concerned you are the boss, do as
you want to do. If you say eat grass, I
think we should all eat grass.
Ray Hess
I'm not the boss - Just the messenger. Eat what you want and
send what you
want. Would like to hear anything from anyone.
Ben
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John Alicki has sent us the
translation of the poem Manhay. It was translated
for him by Nancy
Prushinski.
MANHAY
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.
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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
______________________________________________________________________-Entry
of Mar 1,
2001 at 21:34 [EST]
Name: Bill Cornett
Unit: Son of Staff
Sgt Joe Cornett "I" Co.
EMail: littlebill01@msn.com
How I found the
517th page: From a search engine
Comments: Do any of you guys
remember my father, he never had much to say
about his experience in the
war, though I always knew you were all heroes. I
have read both books that
he had. Dad passed away in 1995. I would
appreciate any information you can
give me on some of his personal history.
Thanks so much for all you guys did
for the good of the world.
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Subj:
RE: (no subject)
Date: 3/2/2001 5:48:35 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: littlebill01@msn.com (william cornett)
To:
Ben517@aol.com
Ben;
Thanks for the reply. Dad used to go to
the reunions until just before he
died in 1995.
A person has gotten in
touch with me that was a relative to a Sgt. Robert
Miller, K.I.A. in
southern France in Sept of 1944. I am sending him some
pictures that Dad had
of this person. This is very interesting to me. Dad
never talked much about
any of it, I know about some things becaise of the
books I have read.
Thanks for everything.
Bill Cornett
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Highly
Recommended by John Alicki
Date: 3/2/2001 10:27:15 AM Eastern Standard
Time
From: jalicki@yahoo.com
To:
Ben517@aol.com
Hi,
John Alicki would like you to see this Web page:
Secret to a long and happy life
(By Debs Fun Pages)
Click
below to see this page and to join the Debs Fun Pages mailing list:
http://www.flowgo.com/rsubf.cfm?id=exhl517SxsgDvwd&l=19&p=1070&d=03-02-01
Click
Here
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Who Lost A Dog Tag?
Wednesday, January 10th
By Bart Anderson
A sky train of 396 C-47 transport planes,
stretching out for more than one
hundred miles, was nearing the French
Riviera in the predawn darkness of
August 15,1944. On board were 5,607
infantry, engineer, and artillery
paratroopers who were spearheading
Operation Dragon, the Allied invasion of
southern France. The remaining
3,400 men of the 1st Airborne Task Force would
bail out and land in gliders
later on D-Day.
As each flight neared its designated drop zone, green
lights flashed on in
cabins, and out the paratroopers plummeted into the
black unknown. One of
those troopers was Eugene L. Brissey of Loveland,
Ohio, a member of Colonel
Rupert D. Graves’s 517th Parachute Regimental
Combat Team. Brissey crashed
hard into thick shrubbery; his dog tag and
chain were ripped off.
Scrambling to his feet, Brissey chucked his
parachute, and then stalked off
through the foggy darkness in search of his
company. The least of his
thoughts was the lost dog tag, although it did
flash through his mind that if
he was killed, he might be buried with the
word “Unknown” marked on his
wooden cross. However, Brissey survived the
war.
Thirty-seven years later, Colette Saeys, who lived inland from the
French
Riviera, was raking her yard when she noticed that a small metal
object had
been collected with the leaves and brush. Picking it up, she saw
the name
Eugene L. Brissey stamped on it. Mrs. Saeys put the dog tag in an
envelope
and stored it in a drawer.
Eight years after she found the
dog tag, two Americans, a man and his wife,
from Albuquerque, New Mexico,
visited Mrs. Saeys and her husband. The French
lady ran a Bed-and-Breakfast
inn. After some conversation, the American man
recalled he was in the area
during t