At the Front Lines in Italy, January 10th, 1944 . . .
In this war I have known a lot of officers who were loved and respected by the soldiers under them. But never have I crossed the trail of any man as beloved as Capt. Henry T. Waskow of Belton, Texas.
Capt. Waskow was a company commander in the 36th Division. He had led his company since long before it left the States. He was very young, only in his middle ... Continue Reading →
Before I attended kindergarten my “Uncle Hank” used to stop at the house every afternoon and take me with him to “help” with chores. He was actually my mother’s uncle, my grandfather’s brother. He kept feeder cattle in the barn and pasture at the house we lived in. In the winter time mom would start dressing me ten minutes before he arrived, he’d knock and enter and sip a cup of hot coffee while he waited for a four year ... Continue Reading →