"It's no wonder I didn't get killed". Grandpa Paul tells about the first time he was shot....right in the behind!
He recovered, and went on to fight another day. While being shot in the ass is laughable, Grandpa Paul was soon to experience one of the most devastating, yet heroic day of his life. There is not a day that goes by that Grandpa does not think about "Little Benny, the red headed Mormon kid from South Carolina".
Grandpa describes the day his buddy Benny was killed in action, just feet away from him, and the rage and fury that followed.
The Browning Automatic Rifle (BAR) M1918.
The heartache and fury of that day was followed by little sleep, and a surprisingly good breakfast;
March 7th, 1945, Leyte Island, The Phillipines.
The BAR and bandolier of magazines smilar to what Gandpa was wearing the day he was shot.
A photo of an Army BAR man, and what the jungle warfare looked like.
A 6.5 Jap round that Grandpa was shot with (next to a .40 S&W round for comparison).
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