Claudin Carr

TAPS

Ozark Notes, Newsletter of The Ozarks, 102nd Infantry Division

Ozark Notes, Newsletter of The Ozarks, 102nd Infantry Division

The following World War II memory was written twenty years ago by Greg’s dad, J.L. Shreve on October 14, 1994.  It was read by Joan at a memorial dinner given in his honor on October 23, 2010.

OCTOBER 14, 1994

Today some 50 years after the event, I received my copy of the OZARK NOTES (102nd Infantry Division of World War II).

Today, some 50 years after the event, I cried – because of sadness and an overwhelming feeling that I had suffered a loss.

Upon receiving the NOTES, I turned to page 26-27,  TAPS; there on line ELEVEN, the name of Claudin Carr jumped out at me.  A flood of memories overwhelmed me as I went back to a day in the fall of 1944. When we were unlucky enough to be in an apple orchard and experience an artillery shelling. With the shells being fired into the tree branches at which time they would explode sending their deadly shrapnel forth in all directions. Seeking some type of cover I found a rather large hole in the ground and jumped in. I was joined by fellow soldier Claudin Carr.  The fire and shrapnel was so deadly, we feared for our life (laying on our left side to protect our heart – placing our helmet over the side of our head and face – and a lot of praying.)

No two men were ever more close than we.  We held each as close as possible and would have been found so should we have been killed. (Some memories never die except when “TAPS” sounds.) We have all marched to our own drummer – yet bound by ties of special comradeship – we have lived together on the very edge of death.  This gives rise to the camaraderie of combat. It forms in the gut and is of one thing only – the need to keep alive one more day and keep my buddy alive. REST IN PEACE CLAUDIN and may God bless you.

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