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May 24, 1944 – Wednesday
The fighting for Cisterna is still going on. This one sight no one will ever forget. Doggies dying left and right. Being literally blown to bits. How they stand it is beyond me. So far we have had five casualties, … Continue reading
May 23, 1944 – Tuesday
Well, the big push is on, and what a fight it is. Bombers have been going over all day long. The strafing that came in on the fighting is terrific. Soldiers just literally being blown to bits. I sure hope … Continue reading
May 22, 1944 – Monday
Everyone is busy as can be. The push is supposed to come off tomorrow but no one knows for sure. Every one was issued a gas mask. It looks like it won’t be long now. We played a ball game … Continue reading
Letter Home – May 21, 1944
Dear Mother, While I have a little time, I will answer all of your old letters. The dates on them are as follows. April 9, dad’s, 19, 21, 22, 24, 252627, 28, 30 May 2, 4, 6, 7. Also before … Continue reading
May 21, 1944 – Sunday
We worked hard all day on the 3rd Division prison camp, and I am plenty tired tonight. The push should come off in a couple of days. The 3rd Platoon went up to dig in with the infantry. All of … Continue reading
May 20, 1944 – Saturday
We worked like a dog today getting ready for the big push. I was gone all morning after bangalores, TNT, cone charges and cratering charges. In the afternoon I walked over to see Snook. It was some walk. We played … Continue reading
Letter Home – May 19, 1944
Dear Mother, We have just finished a wonderful ball game. We won 1 to 0. Joe Pryz was on second and I got a hit to score him. Dad if you see Tony Pryz tell him his brother is quite … Continue reading
May 19, 1944 – Friday
Not much to do today. It rained part of the day. We had P.X. in the afternoon and I helped with it. We played “B” Btry of the 36th F.A. tonight and won 1 to 0. It was a wonderful … Continue reading
May 18, 1944 – Thursday
Went down to Anzio and Nettuno this morning to see if we could find some wine, but no soap. All of the doggies have drank it up. Picked up a few clothes at the battalion and issued them out. That … Continue reading
Letter Home – May 17, 1944
Dear Mother, Just got home from a ball game and we won 4 to 1. It was a peach of a game the score was nothing to nothing for fine innings and then in the 6th they got 1 run. … Continue reading
