In 1960 Military service was mandatory in the Netherlands. Ruud was drafted in June 1960-draft three.
Upon leaving high school he worked for a garage in Zandvoort as a car mechanic.In the Netherlands the Military service at that time was mandatory, so he had no choice in the matter.On May 28, 1959 he had his medical examination plus his finger prints taken and was declared fit for military service.
In June 1960,just 19 years old,he stepped on the train to go to Amersfoort.He would never deny that he was scared shit.It was the first time going away from home, and knowing that the first 6 weeks he would not be able to go home at all was quite overwhelming.On arrival in Amersfoort at the train station he waited an hour,wondering what was going on, he was told that some army trucks would arrive and he was to get on one of the trucks. He noticed that a couple more guys were waiting. After an hours wait army trucks arrived and all the guys hopped in these trucks.Ruud was taken to a Military Base named Willem III.They were bombarded with paper work and waited for hours in the hallways.Suddenly they had to line up and were measured, and everybody received a coverall, Ruuds was way too big. He could have fitted two people in it.They also received a beret and a pair of running shoes.Their hair was not allowed to stick out of these berets.So off with the hair.The drills of becoming a soldier had begun.The next day they were fitted with boots and measured again for their uniforms.After one day walking on these boots he had blisters every where, so did his fellow soldiers. Ya.. they now were called soldiers.In one room they slept with another 30 men, he was assigned the lower bunk bed and a guy from Amsterdam slept on the top. They received their riffles with bayonets on the end, and were told that the next day they would learn how to shoot these things, and how to use these bayonets.The next morning they had to stand in a circle and were taught how to fight with their riffles and how to run into each other pretending to kill with the bayonet.After that training session they had to go to the the shooting course and each of them had to shoot with live ammo five times.Never before he had a riffle in his hands and now he was shooting with live ammo. He was not doing bad at all, he told me.The first two weeks, he lost 5 kilo. In one of Ruuds' letters he wrote me, that they had to see a Reverend.The religious teacher was talking and talking for an hour,and Ruud told me that he fell asleep during the service.He could not understand what the Reverend was talking about,he was drafted in the Army being taught how to kill other human beings, and now they were listening to a Reverend preaching them about life. It was too much to take it all in, so he napped instead.Somethings are so contradicted, specially when you are in the Military service. You are being trained daily how to kill other human beings, which they call the enemy. The training is hard, because they have to make boys into men.Tough men...They teach you to defend your country, kill as many enemy as you can and do not get killed yourself...Which enemy????Well any enemy! Like what happened in World War II,which was not that long ago,and we were attacked by Germany,and Japan had bombed Pearl Harbor.At all times we have to be prepared,only 19 years old and only just a few weeks in the army and they were suppose to become tough brave soldiers. World War II was not that long ago and the Netherlands was rebuilding their military arm forces, their was tension in the air with Communist Soviet Union. These young boys had entered this total different world, a world with guns, tanks, grenades, mines, etc...etc... They had seen this in the movies,which was exciting.This did not happen in real life???..or did it???... All of a sudden this world they were living in was not as secure as they had believed.Their mothers had pampered them and meals had been prepared ,clothes were always washed and cleaned, they slept in nice warm beds.Their protected world had come to an end.This was reality.Was this the real world??
After being in the Army for one and a halve month Ruud was plagued with terrible head aches.At one time it got so bad that they rushed him to the Military hospital in Amersfoort.
It was a scary time.They kept him in hospital for two weeks and did all kinds of tests, but could not find what had caused these sudden headaches.We think that it had been a reaction to all the needles they stick in you when you get in the army. A needle for this and a needle for that, a booster for this and a booster for that. It felt to him like they were sticking a needle in him all the time. His arm felt like a prune. On July 27,1960 they released him, but was kept under strict control and for a while he did not have to wear a helmet.That meant he did not have to do guard-duty.In August of 1960, he was only in the army for 2 months and he got driving lessons to drive an army truck.One day while they were practicing driving this army truck up a sandy hill, an supreme sergeant was watching how Ruud maneuvered this heavy truck up this hill.As he reached the top the supreme sergeant ordered him to see him. Ruud thought what the hell have I done?To his surprise the sergeant told him that he had been impressed with his driving skills and wrote in Ruuds' book that he now had his licence to drive these big army trucks.
The emblem on their beret.
Once a week they had to listen to a speech from the Reverend, which Ruud thought was very boring. He had heard it all when he at one point in his life was forced to go to church every Sunday. He was brought up as a catholic but when he reached the age of 18 his parents told him he now could choose if he still liked to go to church. Needless to say he never went again.There were too many things he did not agree with, and now being in the Army he was forced to listen every time for an hour to this Reverend.But here you had no say in anything at all.Just do as you been told!
He very quickly learned basic military training and he became mentally and physically much stronger.Although he found it sometimes very stress full, most of his two years in the Military Army he remembers as good times.He refers to those years as one of his best times of his life.He became more aware about what was going on in the world.When you are 18 years old you are so naive.You learn very quickly in the Army.
When he arrived at the military base they were told to fill up a big bag with straw and that would be their mattress.Once a month they dropped of a load of bails of straw and we had to refresh our 'mattresses'.To sleep on these bags filled with straw was tough. The straw would pinch you, it felt nothing like a real mattress they had at home.In the winter they had a little wood stove which stood in the middle of this barrack, and at night around ten o'clock two guys had to carry the wood stove outside because it was too dangerous to leave it.During the night it was freezing cold.
The sleeping quarters were very bare. Just a big long room with bunk beds. He remembers the birds were nesting inside the barracks and some times there was bird shit every where.As of today he still has contact with many of his buddies from his Army time.Five years ago when we were in Holland we organized a Reunion with all of his buddies from the Military service on the beach of Zandvoort, at Nautique restaurant.They all came with their wives and we had a great time. A couple of these fellows had been at our wedding. We were married during Ruuds time in the military service in October 1961.We had decided to get married, because instead of 0.90 cents a day he would receive 1.25 a day.Yeeeh! we felt rich.Also there was trouble in the air because of the East and the Berlin "Wall".We also had in mind that we probably would not stay in the Netherlands after his military service. We had decided to emigrate to New Zealand.However we ended up in Canada.Last year we were married 50 years, and they have been wonderful. Together we have accomplished a lot in our life and over the years we grew closer and closer.Everything we have done we did together, and never had any doubts.
We had a very simple wedding. Ruud only had permission from the military service for a couple of days.That night after our wedding ceremony we had a party at my parents house.
You can imagine what a big surprise it was when suddenly an army jeep stopped in front of the house and four of his mates from the army stepped out and joined the party. It was quite a site when they came to the door to join to celebrate our wedding. What a gossip in the town of Zandvoort.' Did you see the MP was at the house of Thea's parents'. Do you think Ruud was being picked up? Because in those days when you saw an army jeep with uniformed men, it meant that a boy was picked up for no show for his military service.Not showing up for your Military duties meant prison time.
Being in the Military made Ruud more aware about the world around him. It made him less ignorant about the past and about the soldiers who had died fighting for freedom in World War II. He gained a wealth of knowledge about other cultures in the world.Three months he trained in Amersfoort at the Willem III barracks,after a few weeks he was transferred to the Prins Bernard military base which was also located in the same town Amersfoort. From there he went to Utrecht to the Kromhout military base, from Utrecht he went back to Amersfoort to the Boskamp(during World War II, the Boskamp had been used as a concentration- camp for Jews) a place where the Jews had suffered and where murdered by the Nazies; it's a place where you can feel resistance and pain, from here he and his division was send to Germany, Bergen Hohne (formerly Bergen-Belsen)for intense training.Bergen-Belsen also a former concentration camp for the Jews during the war.
The Boskamp was a concentration-camp during World War II (1940-1945)
Now it is used for the 41 st tank-battalion and the 101 st tank-battalion.
During World War II the wooden barracks were used as mortuary rooms.
These rooms are now used for the military, and are very bare and simple.
Concentration-camp Amersfoort, during the liberation by Canadian soldiers. See the Canadian Tank in the middle!
It's hard to believe that so much suffering took place in these same barracks Ruud was now serving his military duty.
The Boskamp in Amersfoort; a horrible place during WWII, a place where Jews suffered and were murdered by the Nazies. A place where you feel the resistance and the pain.
The idea what had happened in these same barracks,which were now used as sleeping quarters for Ruud and his fellow soldiers, often gave them the creeps.
Not much had changed, the barracks were still the same and were all still standing.The rooms were very bare and simple.
Sometimes it felt like the place was haunted, Ruud was glad when he left that place.
It was the beginning of April 1961 when they left for Bergen-Hohne( formerly called Bergen-Belsen)in Germany.
Bergen-Hohne (Used to be called Bergen-Belsen) is a NATO military training area in the Southern part of Luneburg Heath.In the state of Lower Saxony in Northern Germany.It covers an area of 284 square kilometers (70,000 acres) which makes it the largest military training area in Germany.
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NATO countries seen in Green.
Bergen Hohne ( Bergen-Belsen) was a concentration camp in World War II.There is very little left to see of the atrocities what had taken place here.Here and there some remnants and tracks are still visible from that bizarre time.
It's a place which you "Feel".Knowing what took place there, gives you that imposing feeling which you can't describe.It made a big impression on Ruud.Millions of words have been written about these horror camps. But words cannot describe it from the view point of those who have seen it with their own eyes, it is impossible. Bergen-Belsen was the ultimate blasphemy.
The camp was liberated on April 15,1945, by the Bristish 11th Armoured Division and the Canadians. 60,000 prisoners were found inside, most of them seriously ill and 13,000 corpses lay around the camp unburied. The scenes that greeted Bristish Troops were described by the BBC's Richard Dimbleby as unbelievable. It was a day he would never forget, the most horrible day of my life.
In Utrecht at the Kromhout military base he had become a tank specialist mechanic. It meant he had to stay in military service for another two months.
In 1961 during the threat of the Soviet Union his division had to go back to Bergen -Hohne (Bergen-Belsen)for extra training.All the guys from his draft had been told that they had to stay in the army for jet another 2 months.Two months ended up to be four months. Training intensified. War became more surreal.Every day live Firing Exercises.Rumors are that they have to stay for at least another 6 weeks in Germany and everybody is in a panic.News about what is happening is all over the newspapers.It is the talk of the day.Is there going to be another war?
Ruud has been incorporated with the division "BRAVO" squadron, it means all he has to do is drive his jeep back and fort to the training field.
Not only the threat from the Soviets but the Netherlands is dealing with Dutch New Guinea as well.There was an ongoing dispute over Dutch New Guinea-between Holland and Indonesia. Indonesia attempted to invade the Region on December 18,1961.The possibility existed that he could be send to the Dutch Papua Guinea.In October 1962 the Territory was placed under the United Nations administration.
The training intensified and at night they had live ammunition exercises.This is one of the pictures Ruud made during that time.
During World War II, the United States and the Soviet Union fought together as Allies against the AXIS powers. However the relationship between the two nations was a tense one. Americans had long been wary of Soviet communism and concerned about Russian leader Joseph Stalin's tyrannical, blood thirsty rule of his own country.
Europe fueled many American's fear of a Russian plan to control the world.In such a hostile atmosphere, no single party was entirely to blame for the Cold War.In fact some historians believe it was inevitable.
By 1991, the Soviet Union itself had fallen apart. The cold war was over.
The Berlin 'Wall' was a barrier constructed by the German Democratic Republic (GDR,East Germany) starting on August 13,1961. It completely cut of West Berlin from surrounding East Germany and from East Berlin.
The "Wall" was built and when the fences and minefields were placed along the "Iron Curtain" to complete the imprisonment of German's Eastern States.
All troops of the Regiment deployed to forward positions as NATO defied the Soviet threat to close the Helmstedt-Berlin Autobahn.
Training exercises intensified, physically and mentally.How to kill and not to be killed.
How terrible this may sound it's the truth, fight for our Freedom from tyrannical Powers. The Military often get criticized, but do we really realize what this is all about?
If we do not have these soldiers, who train so hard, where would we be? Would we be living in Freedom? What happened in World War II could easily repeated. Never forget!! Or how it is been said "Lest we Forget!
George Santayana reminds us that the lessons of history are invaluable" Those who forget the past, are condemned to repeat it".
Bergen-Hohne (Bergen-Belsen) August 1961.
Ruud and his fellow comrades taking a break. That night the Live Firing Exercises would begin, in full earnestly.In the period 1961-1963, his 41 Tank battalion stayed in Bergen -Hohne, because of the threat from the East and the crisis of the building of the "WALL" in Berlin.It sucked!
Darkness came and the spectacle began.Looking back at it now, Ruud says;"We really did not take it serious.Now I realize how close we came to World War III. And I realize how young we excually were.My heart goes out every time when another soldier dies in battle. My eyes tear up, and I can't stand it.We have to pay dearly for FREEDOM."
During the period of "Iron Curtain" around 5000 people attempted to escape over the 'Wall', with a death toll between 100 and 200.
An equally critical situation arose a year later during the Missile Crisis in November 1962, when World War III was but an "eye blink" away.
Ruud and I were terrified that he would be drafted again.The chance for calling him back was there.
During the Cold War more than 55,000 American soldiers served on Freedom's frontier.
When the Americans where there it was one of the reasons why an attack from the East never came..... a reason why almost all Europeans live in "Freedom" today.
Throughout the years that the American troops stood ready to meet an attack from the East and give an aggressor his first sharp taste of NATO steel.
Night and day, year in and year out, the soldiers in observation posts kept watch over the main avenues of approach and our scout squads patrolled the sectors between the OP's. They watched for signs of an attack and listened for a distant ominous sound that could signal the approach of enemy armor. At the same time they were on guard and ready to react with precise force to any border incident that could be raised by the communist border soldiers.
America had not forgotten their past, with the sneaky attack on Pearl Harbor by the Japanese not that long ago.
The "Wall" became a monument to Communist failure.In 1989 Reagan had challenged the Soviet Premier in a speech at Brandenburg Gate Berline: "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this "Wall". In that same year 1989 the "Wall" came down.
The Wall was finally breached by Jubilant Berliners on November 9,1989 unifying a city that had been divided for over 30 years.
The feeling in the air was electric as if some great force had been let loose.Finally "FREEDOM".
LA COURTINE, FRANCE
Ruud's most memorable time in the military service was his time in La Courtine in France. He served time in La Courtine from June 1961 until August 22,1961,with the threat of the Soviet and the Cold War he was send back to Bergen-Hohne on August 27,1961
La Courtine was usually a training time of six weeks, including the three day trip over the roads.Ruud spend three months in La Courtine.
In 1960 during Ruuds' military service all TKBAT within the 101 were fixed with rubber "pads", that way the tanks were able to drive the public roads, without doing damage to the roads. When this trial became a great success they were attached to other tank battalions as well. Also all tanks within the 101 TKBAT were ahead of their time to camouflage the tanks. The Centurian Tank, which he drove, were fitted with the camouflage patron.He was with the 41 Tank battalion and these stayed permanently in Bergen-Hohne.
A trial run over the roads with the tanks fitted with the rubber "Pads". Ruud is the second from the right.Left to right Karel Biljouw,Cees Bax and Kees van Brandwijk on the right.
Loading the tanks up on to the train was a full days work.
The day has come to drive to La Courtine.The first place they drive through is Lommel, it's lying near Valkenswaard. Lommel is one of the biggest towns of the province of North-West Limburg. Ruud is driving a army jeep in large convoy.
At night they had to set up their small tents, and exhausted they would fall asleep immediately. The next day at 5 Am they would be on the road ready for the next stretch. The next stop would be Bourges. The trip is about 1,000 kilometers to La Courtina from Amersfoort, the Netherlands.It is a hot day,the last kilometers to Bourges are marked with great care:" in about five minutes you can get out" and a little further down the road it says:"are you ready? in about 500 meters bivouac" and a jeep with a sign appears"follow me" and guide them to a place where they can park the vehicles. A bit rigid and tired and puffy from the heat, the soldiers are getting out the trucks and put up their little tents on the grounds of the rifle-range of La Polygone, just outside Bourges.
The Third day
At about six o'clock in the morning the first trucks and jeeps are leaving towards the last stop La Courtine. After six hours driving with some pit stops they drive through the small streets of Aubuisson, where children and a dozen french ladies standing at the side of the road waving and welcome them.On time the convoy has arrived in La Courtine, without accidents and only with a few small problems on some trucks, which were repaired right on the spot.
The sleeping quarters are looking a bit shabby. There is a funny smell and the hygiene service has sprayed with flee powder to make sure no flees are in the mattresses. Before the Dutch this base was used by the Moroccan military, who left this base in a very messy state.There were flees, mice, cockroaches and lice. The showers have cold water only, but they are promised that warm water will be available soon.The latrines are in the 'Coliseum', behind are some halve doors where little barrels are.Beside these little barrels are the latrines, where sand catches the water and a tarp gives you a little privacy.
A greetings card from La Courtine.
In 1959 the first Dutch military had arrived in La Courtine. The News papers had written that a spy (a Russian)had been spotted.A spy from the Soviet Union. This part of France was full of communists.The ammunition depot was extra guarded in La Courtine. A lot of Algerian people live in France and some of them are subversive elements.
Oh,la,la....no time for that!
The fifth day in La Courtine started at five thirty in the morning with military exercises and the start of being on bivouac.The training is going to be very realistic and one exercise consist of a make believe A-bomb. The whole training is suggested on reality of war circumstances.The exercises got phonetically names like "zwar the parie", and in a Amsterdam accent" "Komsie,Komsa" and the night exercise is called "rendez vous".
The third week the whole combat troops are in action, whereby the A-bomb is a imitation of burning exhausted oil and a mixture of gasoline.
Ruuds' job is to fix mechanical problems on tanks.In the jeep he drives from one spot to another.
Ruud taking the tank for a "road test". The Tank is fixed, problem solved. The "road test" done.
La Courtine is a very small little village. It lies about 100 kilometers west of Clermont Ferrand and the same distance from Limoges. The population in those days were very poor, which was noticeable the way they were dressed.
No this is not what you think it is. They did not go and see the "TOUR THE FRANCE". this was a hand book with rules they had to follow.
THINK ABOUT YOUR HEALTH.....
In this booklet "TOUR the FRANCE", specially for the military who were training in La Courtine. In this booklet were written rules about hygiene, like:
1.Start off your day before you go on exercise, that your canteen is clean. Fill it with trustworthy water.( only from taps which are appointed by us).
2. Only drink water which has been pointed out by our staff. In case of an emergency, drink only water which has been boiled first. Never drink water from a water pump or well.
3.Do not eat ice cream or popsicles, no raw vegetables or salad, not cut up fruits or sausages. All in all no food which is lying exposed.
4.Use only the marked latrines and urinals.Get in touch with your unit doctor as soon as possible if you have diarrhea.In case you have to do your business while in the field, bury it after you are done. Bury papers and rubbish as well.
5. When bitten by a snake, put immediately a tight bandage on the place of the bite and rapport it as soon as possible to your unit doctor.The tight bandage has to be loosened every 20 minutes.
6. Keep the grounds clean. Deposit all sorts of rubbish at the places which are marked.
7. Moderate alcohol intake.(also beer and wine)! Return home in good health.
8. Keep your body clean. Take a shower were possible as many times you can.
This is so funny because in those days (1960/1960!) " taking a shower" was still a problem in most houses in the Netherlands. In military service you were allowed a shower once a week. To be honest most guys in military service when at home, had to go to a facility down in their home towns, where they could take a shower for 25 cents.You had to pay more if you liked to take a bath. The shower would be turned off after a certain time.For them it was luxury to have a shower in the military service all the time.
Of course nowadays this has changed, every house in the Netherlands has a shower cubicle. I remember we were living in a new build house, these houses were build in 1949, just after the War and these houses had a shower cubicle. Across from us were still older houses. These houses were row houses which were owned by a housing corporation.Around 1965 these houses got their shower cubicles build.It was quiet a luxury.
This was your "TOUR the FRANCE", booklet how to stay healthy.
La Courtine is lying in the middle of France with 70 square kilometers of training-grounds.On these grounds all sorts of training drills like in real combat were held. These training grounds became available for the Dutch troops because the French troops were compelled by necessity shipped to Algiers.
The surroundings of La Courtine are beautiful.The grounds are lying 800 meters above sea level and are dense overgrown with forest. In between the hills you will find little swamps. This gives the military a possibility for group training fights, in which the tanks working together with the infantry battalions can train in all kinds of fight situations with support of artillery.
Ruud driving his jeep through difficult terrain.They got word that a tank was stuck in one of the swamps.
Finally after hours the tank was pulled out the swamp.
La Courtiene only had one cafe,where you could go for a pint of beer.
Getting a drink from the locals.
The next day it was back to training.
There is discipline in a soldier
you can see it when he walks,
There is honor in a soldier
you can see it when he talks
There is courage in a soldier
You can see it in his eyes,
There is loyalty in a soldier
that he will not compromise.
The "Fireworks" has started.
Accidents happen. This tank took the whole guard house down. Luckily nobody was hurt.
The training for now in La Courtine was over,and the next day was their day off, before returning back to the Netherlands for their three day drive.
News was that instead of coming back here to La Courtine in September they were told to have training in Germany in Bergen again.It was July 31 and they would enjoy this day off, and explore a little more of the country side. Ruud was allowed to take the jeep and off they went.France is a beautiful country. They stopped at a lake and went fishing. They caught some fish and cooked them on a open fire. They had a blast of a day after all those hard exercises.
Just sitting around and cooking their fish over an open fire. A well deserved day off.
What a day, away from playing soldier.. It was nice to be a civilian again for a day.
The next day was a busy day. Instructions and packing for their return to their base in The Netherlands. Back to Amersfoort, to the Boskamp barracks.
On the second of August 1961 their return trip of three days began again early in the morning.
They would be in The Netherlands only for three weeks, leaving for Germany.Extensive training was expected, because of the threat of the Cold War and the Berlin Wall, which I described above.
Goodbye La Courtine, we are on our way home.
Back in Amersfoort. Ruud on the right.
They called themselves the RatpacksRuud on the right.
They were counting the days for their term of service to be over.They were looking forward to be released from the Army.
Not that many days anymore.
Ruud was to demob in May 1962. He was saving every dime he got, and was drunk for the first time in his life.
Long Leave.
The Royal Land forces.
The Commandant of the above battalion, declares that the dpl. (reserve Cavalry) Bisenberger R.
Registration no: N/A
advisor of labor: N/A
Lastly was in the service on:
June 14, 1960
and hereby grant him short leave in wait off long leave.
Starting short leave from: March 30,1962
and starting long leave from: March 30, 1962
and hereby gives him notice that he might expect correspondence regards military matters during his short leave, from C-A-41, Tank Battalion.
The Boskamp, Amersfoort,The Netherlands.
Long leave until: Mobilization., office Camp Bokkeduinen. Amersfoort.
Amersfoort, March 22, 1962
Officer in command: Lieutenant-Colonel,
J.P. van Diepenbrugge.
This one is funny!
Ruud had asked for this note, because they had to take all their military clothes with them, in case they were called back, during the build up of tension of the Cold War.The boots he took home, were totally worn out, and he did not like to get charged for them in case he had to return in the service.
This is the translation:
41 Tank Battalion
A-Eskadron.
The undersigned, Fourier 41 st Tank Battalion A-Eskadron, declares that R. Bisenberger, dpl.(Liable to military serve) registration no: 41.06.21.016, took home a second pair of boots, during his short leave on March 29,1962
Amersfoort, March 28,1962
The Fourier
The Sergeant
W.H.Mulder.
There is something in a soldier
that makes him stand apart,
There is strength in a soldier
that beats from his heart.
A soldier isn't a title any man
can be hired to do,
A soldier is the soul of that man
buried deep inside of you.
A soldier's job isn't finished after
an 8 hour day or a 40 hour week,
A soldier is always a soldier
even while he sleeps.
A soldier serves his country first
and his life is left behind,
A soldier has to sacrifice what
comes first in a civilian's mind.
If you are a civilian-
I am saying this to you....
next time you see a soldier
remember what to do.
A soldier is the reason our land
is 'Home of the free'
A soldier is the one that is brave
protecting you and me.
If you are a soldier-
I am saying this to you....
Thank god for every soldier
Thank god for what you do.
Poem by: Ty bohls.
So next time on Memorial Day I remind you to please take notice and show respect for your flag, your country and honor the veterans who have given their lives so that you could live in Peace.
One Memorial day a flag performing was dedicated for new veterans. As the flag was raised, the national anthem was echoing in the background.A roar of chatter and conversation from the crowd, which took no notice of the Anthem being played.A little girl no older then 5 was facing the flag, standing at attention and saluting. This little girl, who understood, why we were there.
An old man, bent over from some ailment, was speaking to the little girl. He was thanking her for her show of respect and patriotism during the ceremony. He said"You know, that flag, means a lot to me and I was looking around as the flag was going up the pole and saw everyone chatting and laughing and not paying any attention. But then, I saw you...standing there....saluting....and that made me feel good....and very proud..... Thank you little girl".She listened intently and when he finished, she asked him"Did you fight for me?" You could see the tears well up in his eyes as he told her "Yes honey, I did". She gazed into the watery eyes....thought for a moment...and saluted him....and said..."Thank You".
Ruud in the back row, third from the left.
A simple soldier is the title of a book from Steve Fehrenbach. He was a young boy, when send to Vietnam. He was very lucky to make it Home, but many of his comrades did not make it.
His book is very well written, he takes you into the jungle of Vietnam. We met Steve and his wife Debbie in Jamaica, while they were on vacation. They came diving with us at least twice a year from Michigan.His words will bring compassion and understanding with their war experiences.
The book made me cry and laugh, at the same time I felt his agonize during his jungle duty. This book is a must to read.
Ruud was given the book from Steve in 2004. and Steve wrote in the book:
Rudy,
Thank you for your interest in my book. I value your opinion, but your friendship is more valued.
signed, Steve, March, 2004.
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way:
And the world won't note his passing,
"Tho a Soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
He was just a simple Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.
As long as I live, I will remember my friends during my Army time.It was nice to see them in 2005, while on vacation in Zandvoort, The Netherlands. Kees van Brandwijk organized a reunion.
Thanks again Kees, you were my best mate during our military time.
The following are the names from my best friends during our time in Bergen-Hohne,Germany, La Courtine,France, and Amersfoort, The Netherlands.
Kees van Brandwijk
Kees Dullemans
Cees Bax
Ab Grooten
Karel Biljouw.... sadly Karel passed away. Always remembered.
..?.. Hoogland.
I think my age is creeping up, forgot the first name from Hoogland, anybody can help me?
This aricle brings back a lot of memories. I was drafted in 1960 as well, (lichting 4)I started in Vught in Brabant, I was there 2 months and from there to s'Hertogenbosch naar de KSI and the rest of the time in Ermelo by the 'Limburgse Jagers". We never made it to La Courtine because de Gaulle pulled out of Nato just before we were scheduled to go, went to Germany instead. We sat on top of the tanks or ran behind them. I also got time added because and was discharged in July 1962. Other than La Courtine I was in the same places amnd had the same experience. I came to Canada in 1965 and live in Ajax at present. My name is Henk Borsboom and e mail is Regards
ReplyDeleteMy best time was in La Courtine.Lots of memories, going to see some of my buddies in May this year again. I am from Zandvoort and live since 1970 in Burlington On. Thank you so much for your comment.
DeleteThank you for your reply. I enjoyed my Army time. I learned a lot, although while you are serving you always wanted it to be finished as soon as possible. Now I look back and it was a great experience and I learned a lot.I made lots of friends, which I still see when I go back to Holland.Five years ago we had a reunion and I saw nearly all my buddies with their wives. It was a lot of fun.
ReplyDeleteVery nice blog Thea!
ReplyDeleteI will keep reading and I connected your blog to my blog about my family so possibly many more people will see and read your blog. I do hope you still read Dutch if not you can use the google translator integrated in Julie's blog.
Best wishes, William
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