see the Germans head for cover of the woods. They were between two to three thousand yards. After the third shot a German tank, probable the one I had observed the day before fired back either at the tank, Plummer or me. If me his aim was good but not perfect as the shell exploded through the wall of the room just to my right, knocking me down, breaking both hands and three pieces of shrapnel in the head. I couldn't get the door open with my hands and knowing if another shell came; I got help with a prayer to open it. The medics found me in the snow and helped me to the CP. and patched me up and said they would try to get me out as they had another wounded man. I told the guys in my section I had two bottle of cognac in my duffel bag for Christmas. Edmark came in and said good luck and I said the same to him. Sgt. Taggart put my P-38 on the stretcher and the medic half-track went across the ridge and the Germans shot at us, with the shells landing close, but they didn't stop until we got to a road block of our own empty vehicles. When the door opened I expected to see the Germans, but it was our medics checking on us. We arrived at a large Chateau used as an aid station on the lower left with the upper right as a headquarters and having a terrace, as I recognized my battery commander Capt. Paul Nelns. I was given a shot and the Chaplain came and said lets pray, and I said I had already done that, as I went to sleep.
Christmas day I was on a train near Paris to another hospital, and a Nurse fed me my Christmas dinner, a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich. I had no regrets, except I left my P- 38 in the ambulance, and I didn't get any of the Christmas cognac, and the memory of the massacre of Parfondruy.
T F Edmark endured the attack on the 23rd. of December and another on the 24th. They held their position until the 30 Infantry broke through to them late Christmas Eve. They celebrated Christmas in Parfondruy a little early toasting me with my cognac.
There were 24 Civilian atrocities in Parfondruy. I had seen almost half of them. William Whitten remembers a baby in a crib and applying first aid. Monique Thonon survived with three bullet holes in her thighs. She had been found under her dead mother after the German SS had hearld 15-16 people in a barn and machine gunned them. She is now married, has two children and one grandchild. The little boy I met was Paul Klein. I have met them both many times since.
This is the end of Phase one of "Ardennes The Ordeal". on the Northern Shoulder. Phase 2 will follow shortly.
Charles R. Corbin
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