I know what he’s referring to; as Company Clerk I had to type up the Morning Report everyday, but if you made a mistake you had to make the correction on all triplicate copies!!! A nightmare!!!
My Dad was a company clerk in a MASH unit attached to Patton’s Third Army. It didn’t prevent him from being shot at, straffed or ,more importantly, seeing what went on inside the camps when they liberated the Buchenwald complex. Unlike Phil, he never talked about it, let alone write a memoir.
As B Battery’s clerk (1963 into 1965), I personally stopped the Russians and East Germans from coming down the Fulda Gap with my Remington office typewriter.
Late in life, Lee Marvin regretted making THE DIRTY DOZEN. saying it trivialized WW 2(Marvin was a decorated vet).
Art Carney picked up shrapnel in his leg during The Battle of The Bulge and it was never removed.He developedthat “herky-jerky” style of his so he’d have an excuse to raise the leg off the ground(it hurt if he stood on it for too long)
Form DD250 used to require (if I recall correctly) nineteen copies distributed among — what? — five different recipients. And that was just to ship something to Uncle.
My dad had a logistics job in WWII. He worked at a desk. He was stationed all over the South Pacific. In retrospect it was like a vacation with mountains of paperwork. In the ‘90s he was interviewed for some kind of oral history project although I don’t know what became of it. He remained friends with his best Army friend for the rest of their lives,
californiamonty 4 months ago
Honestly, I think that’s a great title. But, of course, my first hitch in the military was as a battalion PAC clerk. :)
The dude from FL Premium Member 4 months ago
The good old company clerk…I don’t know nothin
SHIVA 4 months ago
I know what he’s referring to; as Company Clerk I had to type up the Morning Report everyday, but if you made a mistake you had to make the correction on all triplicate copies!!! A nightmare!!!
snsurone76 4 months ago
I thought Phil was supposed to be dying. Where did he get the strength to get out of bed and give those papers to Mark?
smithsilverstrea 4 months ago
dunno, sometimes people who are dying go through a “rally” before they die?
dsatvoinde Premium Member 4 months ago
Mark’s dad is Radar O’Reily?
steveconkey2003 4 months ago
The clerks still had to carry a rifle and fight.
Serial Pedant 4 months ago
No unpublished writer will ever miss the opportunity to be fawned over…
andyboda 4 months ago
My Dad was a company clerk in a MASH unit attached to Patton’s Third Army. It didn’t prevent him from being shot at, straffed or ,more importantly, seeing what went on inside the camps when they liberated the Buchenwald complex. Unlike Phil, he never talked about it, let alone write a memoir.
brwydave Premium Member 4 months ago
As B Battery’s clerk (1963 into 1965), I personally stopped the Russians and East Germans from coming down the Fulda Gap with my Remington office typewriter.
boniface22 4 months ago
It worked OK for Radar.
GaryCooper 4 months ago
They also serve who sit and type.
[Unnamed Reader - 14b4ce] 4 months ago
Late in life, Lee Marvin regretted making THE DIRTY DOZEN. saying it trivialized WW 2(Marvin was a decorated vet).
Art Carney picked up shrapnel in his leg during The Battle of The Bulge and it was never removed.He developedthat “herky-jerky” style of his so he’d have an excuse to raise the leg off the ground(it hurt if he stood on it for too long)
David Huie Green LoveJoyAndPeace 4 months ago
Limited readership expected.
Fuzzy Kombu 4 months ago
Form DD250 used to require (if I recall correctly) nineteen copies distributed among — what? — five different recipients. And that was just to ship something to Uncle.
willie_mctell 4 months ago
My dad had a logistics job in WWII. He worked at a desk. He was stationed all over the South Pacific. In retrospect it was like a vacation with mountains of paperwork. In the ‘90s he was interviewed for some kind of oral history project although I don’t know what became of it. He remained friends with his best Army friend for the rest of their lives,