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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