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Full Name: Harold M. Brotherson
Spouse: GarFaye Draper (divorced)
Children: Randy, Michael, Danny
Branch of Service: U.S. Army
Time Served: December 1940- November 10, 1946
Training: France
Where Served: Battle of the Bulge
Deceased: Yes
Where Living When Entered Service: Mount Pleasant, Utah
Drafted or Volunteer: Volunteered
We were living in Mt. Pleasant when I enlisted in the United States Army. It was in Dec. 1940 when some friends from Moroni and I decided to enlist and get our one year over. It didn’t turn out that way for me. I had been in the Army for eleven months when Pearl Harbor was bombed. War was declared and all soldiers were frozen for the duration of the war. You can imagine how sad our hearts were and at that time little did we know what we had facing us. I served two years overseas in the 99th Division. I was in the “Battle of the Bulge”.
No one but the soldier boys who fought in that bloody battle could realize what we went through. This was one of the most horrible memories I had while in the service. I was wounded in the leg and set to the hospital in France.
When the war was over we were glad, every soldier threw his arms around his buddy and many tears were shed. We sat for six months in France, reading the bulletin board to see if our Outfit was scheduled to leave for home. Every day for six months we went back to our barracks. “Maybe Tomorrow”.
As we marched on that old ship that was to take us home, we were thankful. Only a few days on that wild ocean and something went wrong with the ship. We were between Spain and Africa and while they repaired the ship we were sometimes allowed on deck. We soldiers would take turns looking at the people on the beach through field glasses. When they told us to get in the hole, we got in the hole. We were so homesick and wanted to get back to the United States, desperately. When we arrived in Boston, Mass. The band welcomed us and we were happy to set foot on American Soil. On November 10, 1946 I arrived in Salt Lake City, Utah. I was proud and thankful to receive an honorable release.
Spouse: GarFaye Draper (divorced)
Children: Randy, Michael, Danny
Branch of Service: U.S. Army
Time Served: December 1940- November 10, 1946
Training: France
Where Served: Battle of the Bulge
Deceased: Yes
Where Living When Entered Service: Mount Pleasant, Utah
Drafted or Volunteer: Volunteered
We were living in Mt. Pleasant when I enlisted in the United States Army. It was in Dec. 1940 when some friends from Moroni and I decided to enlist and get our one year over. It didn’t turn out that way for me. I had been in the Army for eleven months when Pearl Harbor was bombed. War was declared and all soldiers were frozen for the duration of the war. You can imagine how sad our hearts were and at that time little did we know what we had facing us. I served two years overseas in the 99th Division. I was in the “Battle of the Bulge”.
No one but the soldier boys who fought in that bloody battle could realize what we went through. This was one of the most horrible memories I had while in the service. I was wounded in the leg and set to the hospital in France.
When the war was over we were glad, every soldier threw his arms around his buddy and many tears were shed. We sat for six months in France, reading the bulletin board to see if our Outfit was scheduled to leave for home. Every day for six months we went back to our barracks. “Maybe Tomorrow”.
As we marched on that old ship that was to take us home, we were thankful. Only a few days on that wild ocean and something went wrong with the ship. We were between Spain and Africa and while they repaired the ship we were sometimes allowed on deck. We soldiers would take turns looking at the people on the beach through field glasses. When they told us to get in the hole, we got in the hole. We were so homesick and wanted to get back to the United States, desperately. When we arrived in Boston, Mass. The band welcomed us and we were happy to set foot on American Soil. On November 10, 1946 I arrived in Salt Lake City, Utah. I was proud and thankful to receive an honorable release.