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August 12, 1943 – Thursday
We moved again to to Cape d’Orlando. Stayed there a while and then took off for the front. Boy what a mess, dead men sprawled everywhere. We came back to our area and went to bed. Airplanes came over and … Continue reading
August 11, 1943 – Wednesday
We laid around all morning and thought we may move but didn’t. Not much happened today. At night we moved over to St. Agata. They are fighting at Cape d’Orlando now. We went up to the front and shells were … Continue reading
August 10, 1943 – Tuesday
Boy these planes. Six of them were over this morning at chow time. You should have seen the guy’s scatter. Worked around the supply for a while and then read some paper. Might move on this afternoon. We didn’t move … Continue reading
August 9, 1943 – Monday
Well we were strafed again this morning. This is getting to be an everyday occurrence now. Their was 3-P51 planes right on his tale too. We laid around the rest of the day waiting to move up to our new … Continue reading
August 8, 1943 – Sunday
Here it is Sunday and you won’t tell the difference then any other day. We were going to move up to day but laid around and didn’t do much. They made a landing behind the enemy last night and have … Continue reading
August 7, 1943 – Saturday
Everything is quiet this morning so not much is happening two of our men are missing from last night operation upon the battle line. We were strafed and bombed today and I’m telling you I made a line underneath the … Continue reading
August 6, 1943 – Friday
We were awakened this morning by the battle has started and we are pushing forward steadily. We didn’t get very far only a couple or three miles. Not much artillery fire is going on. We were shelled a little last … Continue reading
August 5, 1943 – Thursday
We moved up again this morning. They shelled one area just as we pulled out so it was a good thing we left. There is going to be a big drive tonight so look out. I listened to the radio … Continue reading
August 4, 1943 – Wednesday
We woke up this morning hearing enemy shells just a whining, but as long as they are whining you are safe. The Company is going to move up. We straightened up the supply truck and went swimming. The Company didn’t … Continue reading
August 3, 1943 – Tuesday
Funny we didn’t move but they have been busting shells around us all day. We dished out a few clothes and went in swimming. A fellow from the Associated Press took down my name. I wrote a couple of letters, … Continue reading