Sgt. T.C. Cox was from a family that ran a dry goods store in my home town, hence the spiffy suit. He was my uncle's sergeant from the time he entered the National Guard in 1940 until Sgt.Cox was killed in December of 1943 during a terrible winter campaign. There was a gold star in the window of his parents' house for decades after the war had ended . . . actually, for the rest of their lives.
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