I ran into bullying twice in the Army. And, once, I was a bully myself.
Army bully number one walked behind me on a march that was the graduation exercise for Infantry basic training. If you made it through 20 miles of Georgia heat carrying a rifle and back pack, you were ready to ship out for combat in Europe, replacing soldiers who had been killed.
After we marched 15 miles, the soldier behind me began to tread on my heels and he
kept doing it till my temper lit up. Though my tormenter was a lot taller and outweighed me by 30 pounds, I yelled: “Get off my heels, you _____, or when we get back to the barracks I will break your _______head.”
The two expletives were words combining the letters c and k, which make a strong anger snarl.
He stopped and when we were back at our barracks, his eyes avoiding mine, we went our separate ways. Continue reading
They call it the fog of war. It’s a good phrase for how hard it is to keep track of what’s happening during a battle. It may be just as hard to tell what happened after the fighting stops.
This much is clear about the Battle of the Bulge and a small town in Belgium named Malmedy – Nazi SS troops slaughtered 100 or more American soldiers there who were their prisoners.
At a trial after the war, there were questions raised (by the Germans) about whether some of the American prisoners had picked up rifles they threw to the ground when they surrendered and resumed fighting. That story is obscured by the aforementioned fog but what is very clear is that a massacre took place of 100 Americans.
This all happened in winter; the fallen bodies froze; and forensic study of the preserved bodies confirmed they had been cut down in groups by machine gun fire and many bodies showed a single shot to the head at close range, evidence they had been shot again after they fell to be sure they were dead — double executions in the thorough style of Germany’s well-trained army. Continue reading