Oct 25, 1943 – Monday

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A2P70-3-800God O’mighty were we shelled again last night. That tank slipped back in again and seemed to be right in our backyard. We would hear the report of gun and then would hit the ground because baby she was a coming. The 88 was whining above our head about 15 ft and bursting about 100 yards away. I finality got mad and went to bed. If there going to get you their going to get you. But there’s no use of taking too many chances. We worked around the rest of the day and then moved up to the new area. They shelled our area just before we moved in. We went right to work digging fox holes and Badali and I dug one big enough for forty of us to sleep in. You can just hear the shells screaming down your neck.

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