[82Rigger]

On the morning of 23 December 1944, elements of the U.S. 3rd Armored Division were retreating from the Germans in the Ardennes Forest near Fraiture, Belgium. A sergeant in a tank destroyer spotted an American digging a foxhole in the frozen earth.
"Hey, buddy!", yelled the sergeant, "Are you crazy? The Krauts have broken out. We're being over-run!"
The GI, a Private First Class of Co. F, 325th Glider Infantry Regiment, looked up and asked, "Are you looking for a safe place?"
"Yeah," answered the tanker.
"Well, Mac," he drawled, "just pull your vehicle in behind me.
I'm the 82nd Airborne and this is as far as the bastards are going."


This post is dedicated to all American servicemen of Christmases
long past.

Airborne! Steve / 82Rigger