A Matter of Time

Sorry for the long absence. It was regrettably unavoidable.

One problem that I’ve had with trying to put my grandfather’s stories in order is that they were given to me in no particular order. Basic training could jump straight to the Battle of the Bulge and then back to Wales before D-Day in a short span of time. Chronology is a chronic problem.

The short version of the order of things is basic training and such in Texas and Mississippi followed by a brief stop over in Washington, D.C., on their way to “grand ol’ England.” After a prolonged stay in Wales and England, grandpa finally went ashore on June 13th, 1944, a week after D-Day. Then he made his way across France, on to Luxemburg during the Bulge, to Germany, and finally Austria by war’s end. It has been left to me to fit all the stories and sundry bits into this rough time line.