re: Dec 16th began the Battle of the Bulge.

My uncle, mom’s brother, was there, shot in the abdomen, transported to field hospital for surgery and survived. Her other brother was on a torpedo boat in the Pacific at the same time. She was only six months old, the youngest of eight kids.

He never liked to talk about it but there’s a kind of funny story. Thirty some years later, his psycho drug head neighbor, began threatening and cursing him as he drove past on his way home. This goes on for awhile and finally my uncle had enough and got his rifle and said he was going to kill him. The sheriff’s office was called and showed up. Meanwhile his son walked up on the porch steps to take the gun from his dads and my uncle did some combat maneuvers with the rifle and my cousin found himself flat on his back in the yard. Finally my mom and aunt showed up and managed to talk him down, SO didn’t arrest him. Psycho neighbor left him alone after that.