Sniper Fodder

Snow in July. So, at lest there are no mosquito's.

Perfect! except instead of houses and rooms, make that command posts and bunkers. Throw in a few arty shells to keep you from sleeping and cold grainy coffee to ruin your taste buds. Don't forget, no washing or changing your underwear more then once every six weeks..

Mother's side, my grandfather was 4th PLDG (Princess Louise Dragoon Guards) "the Plugs", armour recon. Sicily, Italy, France, Holland. After the first day of advance combat training (not official name of training) in England, he said "F&@K! a guy could get killed doing this!" So after that he always snuck off and drank coffee in the canteen. Once in italy, he spend the night in an old barn with his officer (he was wireless operator). In the morning when they went out, all the guys (about 8 men he thinks) on guard duty right outside the barn where gone. Nabbed by the Germans in the night!! During a big fight in Holland he had another officer (a young new guy) order him to hold his position in the armoured car while the officer went to check with their commander. Again, he said "f@#K this" and hopped out and took cover. The amoured car was immiadiatly blowed up, blowed up good. His brother was 82 Airborne. With the regiment that got detached and sent to Italy (I don't know too much about it). When they compared stories it turned out that they "passed" each other with out knowing it. Great Uncle,(grandmothers brother) was Lake Superior Regiment. Shermans tanks. Grandmother worked one of those decoder things in New York. All hush hush. They had a list of bars that they where not to go to because "know Nazi's and possible Nazi spyies fequented them". I ask her stuff and she is still tight lipped. Paternal grandfather got sucked up and put in a forced labour camp in the eastern Europe. There are a bunch more, but most of them either pushed paper, or due to age had jobs training others, ie one of the brother was with artillery but he never left Canada.