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Email sent: Fri 10/12/2007 4:00 PM |
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I
was glad to see this site on here.
I believe it was in 1942 that we
arrived in Tullahoma to live. My
father was at northern field as the
first temporary commanding officer
until the chosen CO arrived months
later. I remember going through
Camp Forrest with my dad and seeing
the POW's out there doing their
chores. It was a sight to behold
for a little girl! We lived in an
area of houses that had been built
to hold the influx of military
arriving there in Tullahoma. The
troops did their maneuvers nearly in
our back yard! Where our back yard
ended was lots of woods and I
remember myself and the other
neighbor kids sitting there watching
the soldiers. It was exciting to me
to see all that. Sometimes, the
soldiers would come over and talk to
us and tell us sometimes that they
had a brother or sister about our
age back home. Of course to a seven
year old girl they looked old but
now I know they were very young and
very homesick. They were always
very nice and talkative to us kids,
I guess it looked like a little bit
of home to them. Just thought I
would touch base with others that
remember those days. Of course,
both my parents are gone now but I
sure remember those days.
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Jeanie Zalmanek |
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ZalmanekJ@aol.com |
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