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March 19, 1944 – Sunday
One of the trucks hit a mine last night. One fellow had his legs blown off and Tolliver was only slightly hurt. We unloaded the supply truck today. They started throwing shells in again so we spent the rest of … Continue reading
Letter Home – March 18, 1944
My Dear Mother & Dad, Just got through having a mail call. Wasn’t much, I received a flock of papers and a package of comic books and pop corn from Es and Harry. So we popped us up a pan … Continue reading
March 18, 1944 – Saturday
The kitchen had been shot up last night. They only have one can that will hold water. We or the SS troops had to dig the kitchen in. We worked all day on it. They layed in a few shells … Continue reading
March 17, 1944 – Friday
Had a big air raid the first thing this morning. Didn’t see any planes shot down at all. Vince and I cleaned up the empty mine boxes around the area. The SS troops had to sand bag the Co’s tent … Continue reading
Letter Home – March 16, 1944
My Dear Mother & Dad, Guess I have been a little slow in writing lately but I get tired of saying the same thing over and over. You said in your last letter that Joe had wrote home Feb 3rd. … Continue reading
March 16, 1944 – Thursday
It rained all night last night and it was dark as could be. We got all of the mines put away and were soon in bed. We worked cleaning rifles and other odd jobs around the supply room. Jerry shelled … Continue reading
March 15, 1944 – Wednesday
Stayed in today. Worked around the supply all day. The whole valley is full of smoke so Jerry doesn’t have very good observation. Lucky for us. We heard that the Cassino front was broke. I surely hope so as it … Continue reading
March 14, 1944 – Tuesday
Late last night DeCesare & I went in no mans land to pick up some mines that were by a bridge. When we got them they all had been blown by an artillery shell. Not only that, but Jerry opened … Continue reading
March 13, 1944 – Monday
Worked around the supply room all day, also got in a few letters. They shelled our bivouac area. No one was hurt though which was pretty lucky, because they really threw in the shells. Not much else happened. Cleaned up … Continue reading
March 12, 1944 – Sunday
We had to go out and cut brush today for machine gun fire. It was a miserable day. Rained all day long. Boy when I got home I was ring and wet and felt like hell. I changed clothes and … Continue reading