History of the Fighting 275th
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| We were called on to fight a war, our freedom to preserve, Just a group of frightened boys, but we never lost our nerve. We first trained at Camp Phillips, it seemed we stayed forever. Living in tar paper shacks, with the terribly unpleasant weather. We moved on down to Tennessee, to maneuver and finish training, We lived in the great outdoors, where it was always raining. We moved over to Camp Campbell, and started our road to fame. The greatest break we ever had, when they put Armored in our name- From Campbell off to war we went, by the way of old Camp shanks. With a stop off in England, for which we still give thanks. Next we went to Europe, up close to the German battle line, They said you will be here all winter, which sounded very fine. Then on December sixteenth 1944, the Battle of the Bulge began, The Allies were so hard pressed, that they needed every man. The enemy came on suddenly, we were hit by great surprise, They were a mighty fighting force, with Antwerp as their prize. Hitler gave the orders, to race forward both night and day, But he never realized the 275th, would be right in their way. we stopped them repeatedly, and was a thorn in their side, Just a battalion of field artillery, with a lot of American pride. Places called Medendorf, Shonberg, St. Vith and Hinderhausen too, Villages like Roth, Kobscheid and Meyerode just to name a few Do you remember one time, near the little town of Manhay, We fought the Krauts so valiantly, on that war-time Christmas day. The Valiant 275th fought hard, and earned the respect of all, Our guns thundered loudly, when our backs were against the wall. The many places that we fought, too numerous to even mention, But to win the War and return hone, occupied our full attention. Most of us were so very young, many were still in their teens, But we were asked to fight against, old Hitler's war machines. America did not start this war, we were forced to take a stand, War is another horrible example of, Man's inhumanity to man. Most men who fought in World War Two, didn't make the choice, They weren't old enough to vote, and didn't have a voice To commemorate the last fifty years, we gather here once more. Not to celebrate a victory, nor to settle some old score. But just to visit and reminisce, at our year of Jubilee, We'll be busy shaking hands, and greeting friends you see. These reunions are such a joy, they show that we really care. Bound together by the bonds, of old memories that we share. We come with thankful hearts to pause, or maybe shed a tear, To honor friends gone on before, fallen comrades we hold dear. Let us now stop and pray, that our Heavenly Father above, Will bless us with eternal peace, and His abundant love.
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D Cooper |
