Surgery scars on his knees are the legacy of World War II for Julian Snipe. A mine exploded in Germany, destroying the ammo supply truck he was walking alongside. He woke on the ground in the bitter cold and couldn’t feel his legs. [mc4wp_form id=”6042″]
Snipe joined the Army in 1942 as an 18-year-old. He had grown up on a Johns Island family farm. He couldn’t wait to see more of the world.
He had been jealous of the soldiers riding by in the buses in their uniforms, including the white ones who would point their rifles at him like they were squeezing the trigger, calling him names and throwing stuff at him.
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