Did they fix the caption or was subby trying to make some kind of joke?

Christian Bale: Did they fix the caption or was subby trying to make some kind of joke?

"A photo caption in an earlier version of this post referred inaccurately to the war during which Ms. Creore sang to troops. It was World War II, not World War 11. "

LOL

Love her! Love this story!  I give it two thumbs up and five stars.
I salute you, Canteen Lady.
Thank you for your service to our service men.

I bet she didn't charge two cents a song like those chiselers at the Red Cross and their donuts.



/I guess a lot of WWII vets went to their graves hating the Red Cross quitting giving away free donuts like Sallies Army and started charging 2 cents per donut
/Thank you to the family of the couple who bought my relative and his fellow Navy swabbie a ticket to the opera in San Francisco. He remembered that evening till the day he died.

/oops forgot to slashie that fact that his ship left for the Pacific theater a couple of days later.
/the fact that he wasn't aboard doesn't detract from the opera story one bit.

And thanks to the ladies of the North Platte Canteen who fed my relative (and SIX MILLION others just like him) coffee, sandwiches and other goodies at the railroad station from 1941 to 1946.



In the early spring of 1942 the 45th. Division was included in the plan for the invasion of North Africa and was sent by train to Massachussetts for a summer of maneuvers and amphibious training...
I remember one cold afternoon when I was on a flatcar during a long stop on a siding in Pennsylvania. I stood at the end of the car, my rifle with fixed bayonet slung on my shoulder, trying to look alert and soldierly for a gaggle of farm kids who stood behind a fence looking up at me. Their mother came out of their house a quarter of a mile away and crossed the field toward us, carrying a basket. It held a pot of coffee, a stack of paper cups, and a sack of cookies, donuts, and sandwiches. She handed the basket up to me, told me to help myself, and asked me to pass it along to the other cars. As we started out, I asked her how we could get the basket and pot back to her, and she told us to keep them.
"God bless you," she said.
I had been in the Army for a year and a half and we had been at war for several months, but I believe that was the first time I enjoyed the rather special feeling a soldier is supposed to get about the people he is presumably in uniform for. The lady's act was one of simple generosity; she might have done the same for a section crew repairing the siding on a cold day. But she wouldn't have blessed them would she? I felt nine feet high. She was my country, and she was worth all the soot and chilblains.

--Bill Mauldin

What a sweet story, thanks Subby!

All I saw was world War (Roman numeral 2), which as far as I know is correct.