From: Ben517@aol.com
Sent: Monday, March 05, 2001 11:03
AM
To: undisclosed-recipients:
Subject: Mail Call NO.
68
Hello,
Bob
has added material to "Information on the web "'page on website. Check it
out. The story about Gene Brissey and his dog tags is there and also a story
about an award given to Tom Cross by The Red Hat Chapter.
Mail. To J.D.
Butler is still being returned. Does anyone have a phone number
for him?
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Subj: Re: Mail Call
NO. 67
Date: 3/4/2001 11:01:54 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: CackyG
To: Ben517
Enjoyed mail call as usual. I'm glad people
are letting you know you can
send out mail call as often as you see
fit. I didn't think anyone would mind
since you are doing all of us a
great service. I'll bet you never thought
you would have a new job as
postmaster, did you? LOL. Keep up the good
work. Let's
hope the airlines get all their labor disputes settled before
Bismarck. Otherwise, lots of us may not get to the reunion.
Best wishes,
Dot Lubic
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The following was
sent to us by
RoyHerren_____________________________________________-
Subject: Man do I feel old!!!
>One evening a son
was talking to his father about current events. He asked
>what he
thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just
>things in general.
>
>The dad replied, "Well, let me
think a minute...I was born before
>television,
>penicillin,
polio shots, frozen foods, Xerox, contact lenses, frisbees and
>the
pill. There was no radar, credit cards, laser beams or ball-point
pens.
>Man had not invented pantyhose, dishwashers, clothes dryers, (clothes
were
>hung out to dry in the fresh air) electric blankets, air
conditioners, and
>he
>hadn't walked on the moon.
>
>Your Mom and I got married first-and then lived together. Every family
had
a
>father and a mother, and every boy over 14 had a rifle that
his dad taught
>him how to use and respect. And they went hunting and
fishing together.
>Until I was 25, I called every man older than I,
'Sir'-and after I turned
>25,
>I still called policemen and
every man with a title, 'Sir.'
>
>Sundays were set aside for
going to church as a family, helping those in
>need, and visiting with
family or neighbors. (I miss that most) We were
>before,
computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.
>Our
lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common
>sense. We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong
and
to
>
>stand up and take responsibility for our actions.
Serving your country was
>a privilege; living here was a bigger
privilege. We thought fast food was
>what people ate during Lent.
>Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your
cousins.
>
>
> Draft dodgers were people who
closed their front doors when the evening
>breeze started. Time-sharing
meant time the family spent together in the
>evenings and weekends-not
purchasing condominiums. We never heard of FM
>radios, tape decks, CDs,
electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing
>earrings. We listened to
the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's
>speeches on our radio.
And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his
brains
>out listening
to Tommy Dorsey. If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on
>it, it
was junk. The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your
>school
>exam. Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and
>instant coffee were unheard
of.
>
> We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could
actually buy things for 5 and
10
>
>cents. Ice cream cones,
phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi
were
>
>all a
nickel. And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your
nickel
>on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.
>
>You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, but who could
afford one? Too
>bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.
>In my day, 'grass' was mowed, 'coke' was a cold drink, 'pot' was
something
>your mother cooked in, and 'rock music' was your
grandmother's lullaby.
>'Aids' were helpers in the Principal's office,
'chip' meant a piece of
wood,
>
>'hardware' was found in a
hardware store, and 'software' wasn't even a
>word.
>And
we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a
>husband to have a baby.
>No wonder people call us "old and
confused" and say there is a
>generation gap......and I am only 55
years old
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Subj: Xmas greetings
Date: 3/4/2001 7:39:13 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: PRCT517
To: Ben517
Dad,
I finished scanning in all the pages of the
Christmas Greetings book. Some
are faded and darker than others, but
they are faithful to the original, and
are readable. I'll return the
booklets to you next time I see you. Between
that and the Blue Book, I
think I'm caught up for now. Also added a couple
of minor things to
the "Info on the Web" page (eg Tom Cross, Gene Brissey).
Once in a
while other site's links will break, and I fix them as I find them.
Bob
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Date: 3/4/2001 6:36:00
PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Tomx517
To: Ben517
Ben:
It is amazing that after all
of these years that we are having such an
active interest in the 517th
personnel present and gone. It is also a lesson
in what a good web site can
do for an outfit such as ours. It appears that
you and Bob are really taking
on quite a load. It is very much appreciated by
all of us for it is a
linkage to our past and a means to keep in contact with
comrades still
present. I have a lot of retired military friends here at
Fleet Landing that
periodically view the 517th web site. They are impressed,
Who wouldn't!
Regards, Tom
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Subj: Story by Bart
Anderson
Date: 3/4/2001 11:55:17 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Genedie77
To: Ben517
Ben, who is Bart Anderson? I would like to speak with
him. By the way, Ben,
You are doing a great job with the Mail Call. I enjoy
it very much, it has
brought a lot of enjoyment to this would be computer
user. This is a mean
machine, but it has gotten me in touch with some
special people. Number one
has to be you because you do most of the work. Of
the people with whom I'v
had contact in the past number one has to be, Tom
Cross. He is one officer
and a gentleman that you could find in the same
uniform. I wish more troopers
would find this page.
Gene
You can that again about Tom Cross. I also wish more troopers
would find our
website.
Ben
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Subj: Re: The
lost dog tag story
Date: 3/4/2001 11:26:46 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Genedie77
To: Ben517
I don't know exactly where to start. This story has
been around a bit and I
think that I have read two versions on your mail
call. Where they came from I
can't be sure. I know the Museum in Loveland,
Ohio has info about the story
and the Albuquerque Journal printed a piece on
it, but what I have read on
mail call isn't exactly right so, lets start
from the beginning.
I did hit the ground hard in
total darkness and along with a few
other boys found the company about noon.
We got into a tight spot near Les
Arcs, and dug in near a house and watched
the Germans massing in the valley
below and expected the worst until our
mortars and artillery swamped that
valley at about 5:30. We had been under
fire for two or three hours but after
those big shells cleared the valley,
the battle was over. We were extremely
tired so, we dropped to the ground
around the house and slept. I soon missed
my dog tags and got new ones. In
1978 Fred and Colette Sayes, who live in the
house, were cleaning their
yards when Colette had my dog tag grab her rake.
Much later I learned that
she called it a small metal plaque. They tried to
find me in the Draguignan
Cemetery and by writing to the address on the tag.
No success so they placed
it in an envelope and placed it in a drawer.
In 1989 a group
of 517 vets returned to the area. Among the group were
two men who knew me,
Ben Adams and Dick Jones.The group were hanging out in
the plaza in Les Arcs
when, Fred Saeys approached Ben and ask "If he per
chance knew Eugene
Brissey". Ben said "yes" and called Dick. Fred told them
that he had Eugene
Brissey's dog tag. They talked, took pictures and Fred
gave them his
address. When they returned home they called me. I wrote to
Fred and
after several letters it was apparent that they wanted to keep the
tag,
which was OK with me. I requested that they send it to me so that I
could
see it. With some reluctance, perhaps, Fred said that he would send it
because "it would be more special to them after it had been n my hands". I
kept it a few weeks and I suspect that they never expected to see it again.
I
sent it back stating that I wanted them to keep it because I had it for
about
14 months and lost it while they had kept it safe in a drawer for
about 11
years. They then informed me that the wanted to return it to me.
Then they
urged my wife, Edie, and me to visit them saying that the wine was
fine in
October. After considerable thought we accepted their invitation and
met them
in Nice on Oct. 21 1990 and within a few minutes we were relaxed
friends We
met several of their friends and a few French vets. They took us
on tours
through our battle grounds. They then presented me the tag in a
brief
ceremony at their home. During our stay, Nice newspaper reporters came
to
their home,took pictures and wrote a story of the "Saga". It was an
unbelievable chain of events. They are great people and we had a very
special
five day visit.
Gene