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Category Archives: 1943
July 28, 1943 – Wednesday
With the company gone there is nothing to do but lay around. Went over to Battalion to get some ice cream. Had four glasses full. Listened to the radio and was on guard from 3 to 5.
Letter home – July 27, 1943
Dear Mother & Dad; This is the second letter that I have wrote since I have been here so you see you can’t expect too much mail from me. As long as you are in combat, you move so much … Continue reading
July 27, 1943 – Tuesday
We unloaded the supply truck and tried to straighten things around a bit. After we had finished we sat around and talked. In the evening the company moved out to Prizzi to build a prison camp. The supply and a … Continue reading
July 26, 1943 – Monday
We have a lot of work to do today and plus that we are moving tonight. We loaded up the truck and I went down for a swim. We watched a big warship & air battle off the coast today. … Continue reading
July 25, 1943 – Sunday
I went to mass this morning and it was the craziest mass I ever went to it scared me to death. At the elevation of the host and communion they played a drum and rang a bell, I worked the … Continue reading
Walking the streets of Palermo, Sicily
Chick talks about the invasion of Sicily and walking the streets of Palarmo in July of 1943. Filmed 2007 at the studios of WILL, University of Illinois as part of the “WWII Central Illinois Stories” series
Posted in 1943, In his words
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July 24, 1943 – Saturday
We got ready to move to Palermo. We played around until after dinner before we move. Just before we left there was a ration dump across the road from us. So about twenty fellows swiped a case of cigarettes. We … Continue reading
Letter home – July 23, 1943
Dear Mother & Dad; This is the first chance I have had to write and let you know where I’m. I know you have been worrying your heads off but it just couldn’t be helped. Today is the first day … Continue reading
July 23, 1943 – Friday
We packed everything up and left for the new bivouac area just this side of Palermo. Boy the roads are just full of prisoners. We got to our bivouac area just before dinner. I wrote my first letter home from … Continue reading
July 22, 1943 – Thursday
There was nothing to do but wait for them to come after us. The Italian people were coming over and giving us wine and we were giving them food in turn. They are all about starved. We must have had … Continue reading
