January 23, 1945 – Tuesday

God what a night. Every thing was quiet until about 9:30 pm and then all hell broke loose. It has been going on all day. I haven’t heard artillery fire like this since I have been over sea’s. Even in all the time at Anzio there was nothing like it. The planes were over for a while, while it was still clear out and bombed and strafed. It soon clouded up and started to snow. I had to go to the battalion. We have had a couple of men hurt so far and hard telling how many more we will have. They have a lot of bridges to put up.