One of the few pictures of my Father overseas. For obvious reasons, most of the pictures of him were taken after the war
while waiting to be shipped home. One interesting story my Father recently told me was that while undergoing mortar attack in either Austria
or Germany, he began bleeding from his ear. He was flown to a hospital in Paris to recover. He remembers witnessing the end of the war
in Europe from his hospital room, with a light show over the city of Paris.