World War II Memories, Terry Nelson

Memories of Terry Nelson My father, an American 2nd Corps combat soldier, and his anti-tank crew, entered an Italian bar occupied by many British troops. The two groups eyed balled eachother nervously. One of the British fellows, broke the tention and loudly proposed a toast to the American soldiers. The Americans counter attacked with a salute of their own. A jovile party erupted. The Allied soldiers danced and drank from the same bottle. In an alcohol induced early morning jesture of unity between the two countrys, my father gave his watch to a British soldier. When the alcohol wore off, the next day, long after leaving the bar, he looked for his watch. He vaguely remembered his offering, and felt then, that he had overdone it, as that was the only watch that his squad had.

Memories of Terry Nelson

My father, an American 2nd Corps combat soldier, and his anti-tank crew, entered an Italian bar occupied by many British troops. The two groups eyed balled eachother nervously. One of the British fellows, broke the tention and loudly proposed a toast to the American soldiers. The Americans counter attacked with a salute of their own. A jovile party erupted. The Allied soldiers danced and drank from the same bottle. In an alcohol induced early morning jesture of unity between the two countrys, my father gave his watch to a British soldier. When the alcohol wore off, the next day, long after leaving the bar, he looked for his watch. He vaguely remembered his offering, and felt then, that he had overdone it, as that was the only watch that his squad had.