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