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US Army

All in the Line of Duty

 

All in the Line of Duty
 
During the Battle of the Bulge, a few days after Christmas, the 750th Tank Battalion was in the Reforest Woods and the Germans kept sending in tree bursts and the shrapnel kept flying all around. 
 
I got an urge to go to a house-barn that was in a valley with a mountain between the Germans and us.  There was 4 inches of snow on the ground.  I had to make a snow-packed strip in the forest in order to get the speed up so I could bust out of the woods and made the dash to the house-bam.  After several runs to the edge of the woods and back to the other end to make the strip, I finally had a strip about 1/4 mile long of hard packed snow.  On my final run I had the 1/2 track going as fast as it would go. 
 
When I got to the new snow at the end of my strip, snow was flying everywhere.  In close pursuit were the others in the battalion with the lieutenant bringing up the rear in his jeep.  Of course, the German spotters saw this and shells started lobbing in on us but we were moving fast and the snow was flying so they couldn’t actually see us and they never found their mark. 
 
We all made it to the house-bam out of the Germans’ sights.  When I arrived at the house-bam, two Belgium ladies came running out of the house in a panic.  I was almost dragged into the bam portion of the house.  I saw a cow trying to deliver a calf and not being able. 
 
Before I was drafted I was a farmer and could the cow was in trouble.  I spoke no Flemish but acted like I was washing my hands and the ladies brough me a pail of water. I washed my hands and removed my coat and shirt m spite or the cold.  After an examination I found that the calf had one leg bent backwards and this prevented a normal delivery.  With my bare arm, I pushed the calf back up in the birth canal and straightened out the leg.  I attached a small rope to each leg and asked my dumbfounded fellow Gls to help me pull the leg.  
 
The U.S. Army, at no charge, delivered that calf I cleaned up and put my uniform shirt and coat back on and the two ladies gave me a hug. As a side note, my fellow Gls, who were mostly from large cities, never called me a dumb farmer again. 
 
Source: The Bulge Bugle February 2001
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

By T/5 Jesse H ROBERSON

 

"HQ" Company,

750th Tank Battalion 

 

Campaigns

Battle of the Bulge,

Belgium