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Satan’s Gift Sergeant Ben Taylor’s Experiences during World War II with Patton’s Third Army. This is an account of a portion of former United States Army Technical Sergeant Benjamin Weatherby Taylor’s experiences during World War II. Sergeant Taylor fought during campaigns in Normandy, Northern France, Belgium, the Rhineland, Ardennes-Alsace, and Czechoslovakia. Sergeant Taylor shared this personal slice of history with me, his first cousin, in June of the year 2000. These events occurred over fifty-five years before the telling. This chronicle is in Ben’s own words. Consequently, the author does not intend this work to be of academic quality, but a way of honoring the man who contributed so much to his country and to this family. Ben was born B. W. Taylor in the Bradfield’s Chapel Community of Morris County near Daingerfield, Texas, on December 4, 1917. As ...
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