My Time in Combat

By Sydney Germansky

Set during World War II, My Time in Combat chronicles the survival of a young soldier .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781499084382

Sydney Germansky

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Copyright © 2015 by Sydney Germansky.

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014918475

ISBN:   Hardcover              978-1-4990-8439-9

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Dedicated to my son Mark,

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CONTENTS

Preface

Part # 1

Preface

T HIS BOOK MY time in combat was a point of the time I was wounded and blind and partly paralyzed. My greatest loss was Sherry a wonderful doctor, lost to a hit and run driver. She now resides in heaven.

My battle still goes on with my disability. Being blind is terrible, but I continued to go on with my waiting. I get around with my motorized wheel chair.

I will never give up. The promise I made to my friend Lt. Gist Larsen remains with me today. One day the Medal of Honor will be given to me as ordered to me by Lt. Gist Larsen.

I have kept my promise to him never give up.

Part # 1

W ORLD WAR II had just begun and I was only sixteen, too young to join up. So it becomes a waiting game.

Each day was a mental horror for me. I wanted desperately to be a soldier. Time dragged on until I graduated high school.

My papers at were on the mail. It was xxxx notice to show up for the draft (I’m ready).4

After being processed, I was on my way to xxxx out on long island. The misgivings of war began for me.

One morning a corporal called me out to cut the lawn in front of the officers club. He gave me a pair of scissors to cut the lawn.

So I laid down on the grass and cut away. When the corporal returned, he was mad as hell, why didn’t you cut the grass.

Look soldier, you must take orders, do you understand.

I answered no, I’m not a soldier yet, I don’t even have a uniform.

His answer, get your ass over to the supply room to be fitted

I went thru this yesterday, at supply room. They didn’t have my size.

So come here again to be fitted for a uniform (still no uniform) when I returned to my barracks the corporal said, are you some kind of a wise guy. Where is your uniform. I told him they didn’t have my size yet, so he walked away.

I called him a shnuck, he said, what did you say.

I said good luck and laughed to myself, what a schunuck.

After I finally was fitted, we were assigned a new outfit, It was called the ambition engineers. We were to be trained on invision barges and army tug boats.

We were on a train headed for Camp Edwards in Massachusetts. It was close to the water.

Our sixteen weeks of training began. First, it was marching overnight camping and more marching. Then we were issued rifles. 1903 Springfield, from 12.00 noon. The rifle range was my enjoyment. I loved shooting.

Our big day finally came when we were to go out on boat training. It was on board tug boats also to train him to the lends and line work.

I had a difficult time learning how to do different knots. So did many of the company. It took some time to learn.

Then it was down in the engine room of the tug boat. First lesson, was to oil the parts exposed. It was called a (wiper). I hated the odor of diesel fuel. It made me want to throw up, so I was given the job of a deck hand. This was better, but I had to learn, how to handle the lines, and the knots. It took a little time but I finally was able to do it.

The next day we were told to climb rope ladder like on the side of a ship. Many men got tangled up on the rope and some fell.

I found it easy.

Another week and we were on small invasion barges practicing to land from the water on to the beach. This was fun to me.

After a day’s training and back to our barracks and sleep. You could hear snoring and some crying for their moms.

All I was able to think about was my girl Frieda. I wrote to her three times a week. Also to my mom and grandmother. She was my best friend. (Bubby)

The part of the military, I hated was the anti-Semitism. It was hay Jew boy or, hay kid. Not a decent word out of their mouths.

Most of the men in my outfit came from the south. George Narama, Tennessee. Arkansas and Texas. Not one man was pleasant to me. I tried to shrug off the horrible names they called me. There was one man from this area, his name were Simons, a former plumber. He had a big belly and always at the PX drinking beer. One night I saw him pissing in a but can alongside his back; I guess he was not the only one. The next night he pissed in the can and went to sleep. One of the other men who saw him took the but can of piss and poured it into his boots (our boots were waterproof).

The next morning when we got up, Simons tried to put on his boots, when his foot went in, the urine bashed up into his face. Every man in the barracks had a good laugh.

The next day late when Simons came back from the PX and drinking beer. He pissed on the side of our barrack. This time he was caught by one of our officers. The next day Simons was given the job to wash all the barracks but had all on in, his punishment for one month.

My punishment began in the mess hall KP for the week. It meant having to get up an hour earlier, 4:00 a.m., to help in the mess hall. I was to cut up a large slab of beam. I never did this before. The cook gave me a big sharp knife and told me to cut the bacon up in thin strips. It was a tough piece of meat to cut thru. I tried the best I could. The strip of bacon were a quarter of an inch thick.

The head cook said, hay Jew boy, who told you how to cut bacon.

I was then made to wash large pots and garbage pails.

I could believe how food was prepared in the army. So much waste and poorly cooked. Only the baker was good at his job. He was a baker in Brooklyn. He was a pleasant man and not abusive to me.

One day on KP I saw one of the cooks was preparing soup, he cut vegetable beef and back to store it. I watched as he spit a xxx from his mouth of chewing tobacco into the pot of soup. The head cook sometime spit in the soup.

He was separated and was court-martialled.

After that incident, no one would drink soup.

My sergeant was a rotten bastard. One day I was given the worst duty. To clean grease trips in the mess hall. That was the worst I’ve been on the army. The smell was horrible.

Of all the men in our company, I was the only one who was put on KP so many times. Finally after sixteen weeks of training and a good part of mine on KP, we were given a two-day pass. This I enjoyed, I met a pretty girl in the local restaurant. As soon as I saw her, I had to go over to her.

Hi, I said, do you mind if I join you? She answered sure why not. I’m alone.

I asked her name. She said my name is Abby.

She asked for my name. I told her Sydney.

Do you live in town. She told me she lives in a big house four miles from here. I live close to the water.

Do you like sailing, Sydney?

I never did that.

Would you like to go on my boat. It’s a lot of fun.

Sure why not.

We got into her car and drove to a pier that had a lot of boats tied up to it. We went on to her small sail boat and moved slowly out into the calm water. There was a slight wind. Just enough to take us away from the pier. I watched her work the rutter until we were out on the water. It was nice to be with her. I could not help seeing her pretty legs and in her shorts. I could see part of the hair on her crotch as she moved about the water. I consentated on her crotch. She smiled and said, you like.

I blushed and said yes.

After an hour on the boat, we returned to the pier and into her car

Where to now Abby?

For a mile inland. I like to go up to the farm area; it’s very quiet. No one to bother us.

She stopped the car under a big tree and turned round to me and said, Would you like to kiss me.

I sure would, it was my uniform. I took her close to me and kissed her. She put her tongue in my month and kissed me back. I felt myself getting a hard on. Abby was eighteen years of age and very horny. She removed her shorts and pants and said, now you can see what I have for you. She took my hand and pressed it hard against her vagina. It was hot and wet. She opened my pants and pulled out my hard penis. She then got over me and rubbed my rod against her vagina. It felt so good I began to work it into her. She pressed herself hard to me, driving my hard on all the way into her love canal. She worked feverishly up and down over me until we both began to come. I filled her good. And remained inside her. I felt wonderful Abby kissed me over and over. That felt so good Sydney can you do it again?

I’ll try, give me a few minutes.

As soon as I got hard again, Abby moved himself up and down again this time she manipulated her muscles around my penis that drove me wild. I never felt a girl do this to me. She was young and strong.

I was in her without coming for ten minutes. I was able to meet her organism with mime. I filled her again. I hope I don’t make her pregnant.

I like you Sydney you are so different from my boyfriend. All he wants to do is go in my boat or drive my car. He does lick my pussy sometimes I like that but he wont put his dick in me. He’s afraid to make me pregnant. Are you afraid? I know why should I you like to get laid so why not. Your boyfriend is a Jerk. A pussy like yours is meant to be licked right.

That is how I feel. Can you screw me again? I’ll try, give me an hour.

Third time was even better, I wouldn’t come for half an hour. It drove her wild and me too.

I was taught very well by my girlfriend Frieda. She was the very best. I guess it was because I loved her.

After two days with Abby, I was back to my camp. She really worked me over. I enjoyed every minute of Abby but I am a little tired. She can screw all day. Before leaving Abby, she gave me her address and asked me to write to her.

Back at camp, I had a few letter, from Frieda. She told me she missed me and wished I was back home with her. I missed her and those