|Willard S. Larson|
|PVT. WILLARD LARSON
Private Willard S. Larson, son of Mr. and Mrs. Louis Larson, Route 2, enlisted in the service at Fort Snelling on January 8, 1936, received his training there, and further training at Fort Bragg, NC.
In October 1941, he left for Panama and was stationed there until October 1943. Completing his guard duty, he returned to Maxton AAB for further training. He was home on a 30-day furlough, before leaving for overseas in April 1944.
He arrived in North Africa; saw action in Italy, Sicily; then went back to Italy. He is now somewhere in France.
|Wounded on Belgium Front|
|PVT. WILLARD LARSON
Two Eau Claire soldiers were recently wounded in Belgium, according to word received by their parents.
They are Technician Fifth Grade Vernon Jacobson, son of Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Jacobson, 318 North Eleventh Street, and Private Willard S. Larson, son of Mr. and Mrs. Louis Larson, Route 2, Eau Claire.
Slightly wounded in Belgium, according to a War Department telegram received by his parents, Private Larson now writes that he is in an evacuation hospital in France.
He went overseas in April 1944 and served in Africa, Sicily, Italy, France, and Belgium. Technician Fifth Grade Jacobson was wounded January 12.
He entered the service on October 25, 1941 and received his basic training at Camp Wolters, Texas and in Louisiana. He went to the Panama Canal Zone in March 1942 and served there 17 months. In September 1943, he was home on furlough.
Going to the Maxon Army Air Base, he trained with the Airborne Infantry and left for overseas in April 1944. He took part in battles in Africa, Sicily, Italy, France, and Belgium.
|Her Son's Buddies Wrote: 'We Enjoyed Your Coffee'|
|Mrs. Louis Larson, Route 2, Eau Claire, received a letter
from Italy the other day. It was not from her son, Private Russell B.[?]
Larson, who is serving with the 87th Mountain Infantry, taking part in
the action near Bologna in that country, but it brought her unexpected
news about him. The letter, dated April 9, read as follows:
" We just relieved your son on the front lines, and I took over his foxhole. I don't know him personally, but we found a box of coffee that he left behind and enjoyed it very much. You said on the box, if he wanted any more, to let you know.
"Now, maybe he doesn't want any more, but the boys in my platoon do. It was the best tasting coffee we have had since leaving the States and was the first pulverized coffee some of the boys have ever tasted.
"Now, please, Mom, don't think we are bold in asking, but we just couldn't resist in asking for more. Now, of course, if your fingers happen to slip and drop a few cookies in with it, it would all be appreciated.
"I know you are a mother just like all the boys have and like to hear from fellows in your son's outfit, as we are in this all together and doing a pretty good job, if I do say so myself. We have our fingers crossed here, hoping the old war will be over soon, and we can come home and see our loved ones, especially our mothers.
"Well, Ma, I will bring this to a close. Hoping to hear from you with a box of coffee soon. A fellow buddy in your son's outfit. Technical Sergeant Jack L. Fortna"
Mrs. Larson is packing the box for shipment overseas. It will contain the coffee, and her fingers will slip in cookies and other treats, just like those she sends to her sons.
Mr. and Mrs. Larson have another son in the service, Private Williard S. Larson, who was wounded in Belgium and has just returned to duty somewhere on the continent, after being released from a hospital in England.