Well Ron, all I can tell ya is that before being sent to North Africa, Sicily, Italy, and shortly after D-Day to France, my Pop was sent to Fort Bliss Texas in early 1942 for Anti-Aircraft Artillery Training, and while there he told me he had learned a little ditty he said some of the recruits would march to while in formation...a song he would occasionally sing the rest of his life...and it went somethin' like this:

(to the tune of the famous WW1 Doughboy song "Mademoiselle from Armentieres")

Texas is a h*ll of a state
Parlez-vous

Texas is a h*ll of a state
Parlez-vous

Texas is a h*ll of a state
the armpit of The Forty-Eight

Hinky-dinky, parlez-vous

(no offense meant here, ol' buddy...I just thought you like to know some little known WWII trivial here, that's all!!!)


Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)