Our Veterans Through The Eyes of A Six Year Old Boy

By Randy Williams When we were kids, my brother and I were crazy about playing army. We didn’t play cowboys and Indians. That was for sissies. We played army. We thought of ourselves as hardcore soldiers. Our favorite TV shows were Combat and Hogan’s Heroes. My brother and I had the helmets, the toy rifles the canteens, we used branches and twigs for camouflage and mom would get upset if we used her green eye shadow and black mascara to paint our faces. Any rock or dirt clod was well suited and served as a hand grenade. If we ran out of grenades we would simply pick up a “Potato Masher” grenade that had been thrown at us by a Jerry. By pulling on a handful of long grass, we were able to pull up the roots of the grass with a dirt clod on the end. This served as the “Potato Masher” grenade that we threw back at the Jerry machine gun nest we were to overrun. The hills behind our home became our battlefield. One day we would walk out the back door and we were on Guadalcanal. The next day we were at Normandy. We saw many days of battle. read more | digg story