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Show REECE B. ROBERT ON R H 7, 2002 'em hell, boys.' Anyway he must have read my mind because the n xt thing I kn w h had this pistol in my face and he was screaming at me. Of course it startled me a littl bit. I said "You may shoot me and you may not, but you're not going to scare me to death." So I completely ignored him after that, because he did that a little later on. But we passed a bunch of these little boys, I mentioned there, that they were dressed up in uniform, about fourteen or fifteen, and he pulled out his pistol and kind of indicated "You want to shoot this guy? Here's a pistol." I was more afraid of that than I was this guy, because I thought one of the little gooks might do it. But, anyway, so he turned me 1n. BEN: Is that when you said your gunner, eventually ... REE: I can't remember when that was exactly, but it was during that time that my gunner was killed. We were in a kind of a little wooded area. One of our fighter planes came over. BEN: Was it just you and the gunner, or had you picked up some other ... REE: No, just me and the gunner and these other two people. There were some soldiers around there in the wooded area, and some civilians in this wooded area. And this plane came over and at this time, this little sergeant, whatever· it was, had sent my gunner up ahead, because he didn't. .. for whatever reason, the stupid _[unclear]_. He was about forty, fifty yards ahead of me, and I could see him. So when these planes came over, everybody hit the ditch. I wandered over and hit the ditch. One incident there was kind of unusual. There was a fellow about seventy-five, eighty years old. He was standing behind a tree, which was more than about six or eight inches wide. And he was just petrified, and he couldn't move and he was just, uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh. So finally 62 |
