April 18, 1943 – Sunday

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Native Village

Native Village

We went out to the range in trucks today and we were to learn how to take out a pillbox. I was a demolition man. The flame throwers and we two demolition men went up a ravine with machine gun and rifle fire over the top of head. The fire was so close to us that if we went to stand up it would have hit us. The flame throwers threw their flames on the pillbox and then after they were through we threw both of our demolition charges and got the hell out of there before they went off. We had the afternoon off, but we were 12 miles from home and had to walk home. Boy was I ever tired. We went to mass at 6:00, and then I came home and went to bed.

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