Bob Holster
Bob Holster
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Bob Holster
Bob Holster was drafted and served in the 9th Armored
Division as a radio operator. Holster saw combat in
Europe and was transferred home to prepare for the
invasion of Japan.
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kitchen section (which fed us and kept us with food), supply (which kept us in shoes and jackets and
mittens and whatever we needed), and communications; I was assigned to the communications section.
I was a radio operator. That was my original assignment. I was in that unit until the ninth of March, 1945,
and then I changed positions. My position was a Radio Operator, and we used Morse Code. We had a set
that had quite a range, and it was all transmitted in Morse Code. We had a key that snapped onto our leg
and that was the way we worked. Everything was sent in code. It was encoded into five letter groups and
we had an encoding machine. Every day we were
here were
given an indication of how best to set that machine
up. Any message of clear text was fed into the
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machine. You pull the handle down, and, letter-byletter, it converted the clear text into five letter far as the group I went
groups, and it came out like a postage stamp with
glue on the back and you stuck it on the message
board and then you transmitted. That is what the
receiving station got; they decoded the message into clear text, and that is the way messages were
transmitted. We also had FM sets; they were short range. Our CW
sets, which we transmitted Morse Code on, would send a signal
that would travel and bounce off the ionosphere and down, and it
was long range. The FM set, at least the sets we had, were straight
line, and if you were behind a hill or something it didnt get
through. It was a relatively short range. That is how I fit into the
9th Armored Division.
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minimize the noise. During our first shelling, there was no question to
what it was. It was a German 88. I came out from the half-track and dove on the ground. I then had to
come back to the half-track to get back on the radio because there was a message coming in. The
Germans had another rocket launcher called the Nebelwefer; We called them screaming meemies.
They loaded those tubes with rockets and they had a wire connection to the back, and they fired them
electronically. That propellant charge, like an artillery shell, would send the rocket toward the target. One
time I was riding in a jeep, with all of our belongings
in back, and we pulled our belongings out every night
ou never forget the
and a big piece of shrapnel fell out. We dont know
smell and the bodies
how it got there. When the Nebelwefer exploded,
there wasnt a lot piled up. We didn t stay
of shrapnel, but
there was a
tremendous
explosion. You felt like your brain was going to be pushed out of
your head. In Europe, they had a lot of tiled roofs, and the
concussion was so bad that it cracked the tiles and they would slide
off the roof and fall on the ground. One night I was on the radio and
we were in a town near a castle and our lines were thin. We were
sitting on the front line and when the Germans started their attack,
we took the brunt of the attack. The artillery began to fire at the
targets and the shells were crossing our half-track and I didnt know
what was going on.
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with our combat command. The headquarters was in a half-track and the commanding colonel and other
officers traveled in that half-track, and when darkness approached, they very seldom drove in the dark.
Then each unit would post their own security. In other words, an armored unit spearheading the advance
would go down to a designated road, and if they did not meet any opposition, they would keep on driving.
There were all kinds of things that could happen. The enemy would put up roadblocks, and would defend
some spots that were defendable. An armored outfit would try to clean it out. Tanks would be in the lead,
and infantry boys rode on the tanks. We had a couple of squads riding on the tanks right with them. If
they ran into something that needed attention, our boys were right there. Our outfit got the only intact
bridge over the Rhine River. The infantry went over knowing that the bridge was wired with explosives.
Nobody knew why it hadnt been blown up, but we had two engineers that shot the cables in half. They
managed to take the bridge and get a bridgehead started on the other side. An amphibious crossing across
the Rhine would have been costly in the terms of lives. The enemy was on the other side sitting on the
bank shooting at you. Anyway, we got across the bridge. I was assigned to combat command
headquarters at this time, and our combat command was the last unit fighting in Europe. We were stopped
on the seventh of May, 1945, and my jeep was directly behind the command half-track, and they called
me up and I was ordered to run from the point of the column and tell them to stop fighting, the war was
over. We would drive down roads that werent secure and we had been over the roads several times, but
we had to provide security and services to platoons that defended us and provided security.
What kind of reception did you get when you came home?
Well, we actually came back early. We came back in August of 1945. A group of us out of our company
and battalion were transferred to the Fouth Infantry Division and sent back to the states. We were put in
the Fourth Infantry with a 30-day furlough and told to report to the west coast. Our orders would be
coming and we were slated to participate in the invasion of Japan. Thank God for the atomic bomb. I am
convinced that I would not be here if it wasnt for that bomb.
Holster, Bob