<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603</id><updated>2012-01-18T16:10:33.502-06:00</updated><category term='North Africa 1943'/><category term='Italy 1943'/><category term='United Kingdom 1942'/><category term='North Africa 1942'/><category term='Prewar'/><category term='United States 1942'/><category term='Italy 1945'/><category term='Italy 1944'/><category term='home again 1945'/><title type='text'>Oak Valley to Po Valley</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-7227097812907017251</id><published>2009-06-12T01:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:02:00.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home again 1945'/><title type='text'>47.  Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, July 29, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive in St. Paul at 8 a.m., go by bus to Fort Snelling.  Right back where I started 42 months ago.  Start going through red tape for discharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, July 30, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get physical and go through other processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Story: When I was in Fort Snelling getting processed for discharge, an old man was giving us a lecture on how to adjust to civilian life.  He told us about a soldier who was stationed in England.  He got acquainted with some Air Force babies who were making regular flights between England and New York.  He begged the fly boys for a ride back to New York so he could spend the weekend with his wife.  They told him no.  They wouldn't dare do that as it was against the rules.  He kept begging them until they gave in.  They said, 'Don't tell anybody that you got a ride back.  Don't say a word.'  They also said, 'Tell your wife not to say anything, just keep quiet about it.'  So he spent a weekend back in New York with his wife.  A month later he got a letter that said, 'I'm pregnant.  You explain that to the neighbors.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, July 31, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Alfred Oldenburg, have short visit.  Get my discharge papers at 11:30 a.m.  Get paid off.  Go by army bus to Greyhound station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave Minneapolis at 12:00 noon.  Get off bus in Hewitt around 5:30 p.m.  Jap Carter is in town.  He gives me ride home from Hewitt.  I am home at 6:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My army career is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Seziik5vHpI/AAAAAAAABp8/OkJ67-XYf14/s1600-h/lastpicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Seziik5vHpI/AAAAAAAABp8/OkJ67-XYf14/s400/lastpicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326881542921723538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard adjusted to civilian life by returning to farming in Oak Valley, Minnesota.    He married Phyllis Walker on November 14, 1946.  Together they raised three sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard eventually retired from farming and went on to work for Mid-America Dairymen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a life long active member of the Veterans of Foreign Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard died peacefully with his family by his side on February 28, 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for following Howard's journey.  I hope you enjoyed this blog -- and perhaps you've learned a little something along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-7227097812907017251?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/7227097812907017251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=7227097812907017251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7227097812907017251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7227097812907017251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/06/47-mission-accomplished.html' title='47.  Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Seziik5vHpI/AAAAAAAABp8/OkJ67-XYf14/s72-c/lastpicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-2340992371402627952</id><published>2009-06-09T02:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:12:00.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1945'/><title type='text'>46. Homeward Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezQVa-5DeI/AAAAAAAABpE/mLIG4lhVLFo/s1600-h/di+pisa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezQVa-5DeI/AAAAAAAABpE/mLIG4lhVLFo/s400/di+pisa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326861525711392226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, July 4, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn in my equipment and leave my company.  Ride German bus to 27th Replacement Depot, near Marina de Pisa.  On my way home.  I saw Raymond last nite before leaving.  I am now at Leg Horn [Livorno].  I get put on a few details.  This is something like rest camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, July 6, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get clothing checked and film developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, July 9, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go through processing for going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezQVnD3F6I/AAAAAAAABpU/BpFuVVLdKIA/s1600-h/071245dischargeRN91616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezQVnD3F6I/AAAAAAAABpU/BpFuVVLdKIA/s400/071245dischargeRN91616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326861528953460642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezQVePLPtI/AAAAAAAABpM/ZGCz9yUexgI/s1600-h/071245dischargebackRN91616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezQVePLPtI/AAAAAAAABpM/ZGCz9yUexgI/s400/071245dischargebackRN91616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326861526584999634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My official "walking papers."  My name is #19 on the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, July 13, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sail by boat this p.m.  Load on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;USS Henry Gibbons&lt;/span&gt; at 5 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezQVP5IMpI/AAAAAAAABo8/m5N2qdh5EWU/s1600-h/gibbons_thunderbolt_ottocarter_com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezQVP5IMpI/AAAAAAAABo8/m5N2qdh5EWU/s400/gibbons_thunderbolt_ottocarter_com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326861522734428818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;USS Henry Gibbons; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my ride back to the States.  [courtesy: www.thunderbolt.ottocarter.com]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, July 14, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull out of Leg Horn at 9:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezQVA8ycpI/AAAAAAAABo0/zRuvu0CR9iY/s1600-h/leghorn+romatti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezQVA8ycpI/AAAAAAAABo0/zRuvu0CR9iY/s400/leghorn+romatti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326861518723248786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The harbor at Leg Horn (Livorno).  This is my last glimpse of Italy. [courtesy: Romatti at www.pbase.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, July 16, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at Oran at 6:30 a.m.  I was last here 32 months ago.  Pull out at 10:30 a.m.  Pass through Strait of Gibraltar at 12:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezSh1jW47I/AAAAAAAABpc/Cq5H9tj1wdc/s1600-h/gibral.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezSh1jW47I/AAAAAAAABpc/Cq5H9tj1wdc/s400/gibral.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326863938025350066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homeward bound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: July 17, 1945.  Truman, Churchill and Stalin meet at the Postdam Conference.  Here, Truman tells Stalin that the United States has a secret weapon which can end the war.  In just 20 days, an atomic bomb will destroy the city of Hiroshima, Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, July 21, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run into stormy weather.  Have had smooth sailing until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, July 25, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at Newport News, Virginia at 11:30 a.m.  Go by train to Camp Patrick Henry, only a few miles.  Nice feed.  Get ice cream and beer, etc., and PX rations.  Send telegram home in evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezTtiUT2yI/AAAAAAAABpk/aqFHlk21fSk/s1600-h/pat+henry+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezTtiUT2yI/AAAAAAAABpk/aqFHlk21fSk/s400/pat+henry+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326865238532021026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezTtgi4fAI/AAAAAAAABps/mye6By3bGxk/s1600-h/pat+henry+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezTtgi4fAI/AAAAAAAABps/mye6By3bGxk/s400/pat+henry+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326865238056270850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Camp Patrick Henry was a sight for sore eyes.  [courtesy: public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezTtz-EXgI/AAAAAAAABp0/mP8l6qGbt3M/s1600-h/pat+henry+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezTtz-EXgI/AAAAAAAABp0/mP8l6qGbt3M/s400/pat+henry+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326865243270569474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is where I sent my telegram at Camp Patrick Henry. [courtesy: public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, July 26, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave Camp Patrick Henry by train at 8:30 in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, July 27, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go across Virginia, West Virginia, corner of Kentucky, into Ohio.  Reach Cincinnati before dark.  Then get into Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, July 28, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chicago at 6 a.m.  Train lays over till 6 p.m.  We spend day in Chicago.  Have good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It has been a long journey.  On Friday, June 12th, the last entry will be made in "Oak Valley to Po Valley."  At this time, I invite you to post any comments or thoughts you may have as this experience comes to an end.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; for following along.  We'll see you on Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-2340992371402627952?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/2340992371402627952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=2340992371402627952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/2340992371402627952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/2340992371402627952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/06/46-homeward-bound.html' title='46. Homeward Bound'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SezQVa-5DeI/AAAAAAAABpE/mLIG4lhVLFo/s72-c/di+pisa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-1993436176295117766</id><published>2009-06-05T01:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:07:00.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1945'/><title type='text'>45.  "I'm Going Home"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, June 11, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very busy now.  Do quite a bit of laying around.  Do some work on truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, June 13, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not doing much.  Get 1,000 mile check on truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, June 14, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A convoy goes to Leg Horn to turn in trailers and bring back water trailers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, June 15, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wash truck and trailer.  At one o'clock go in convoy to Mantova, haul salvage ordinance equipment to Bologna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Seyxse5RHBI/AAAAAAAABoM/S5XbQmClC8s/s1600-h/ghedi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Seyxse5RHBI/AAAAAAAABoM/S5XbQmClC8s/s400/ghedi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326827837038074898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Area of operations during June 1945.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, June 16, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from yesterday's trip at 5 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, June 17, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw our beer and cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, June 18, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to haul German hospital.  Stay overnite near Milan.  Sleep in German hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Sey3jpdY70I/AAAAAAAABos/8oCFzsvEcU4/s1600-h/hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Sey3jpdY70I/AAAAAAAABos/8oCFzsvEcU4/s400/hospital.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326834282324881218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A mobile field hospital during World War II. [courtesy: National Archives]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, June 19, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul German hospital to Ghedi and get back to camp around 4:30 in afternoon.  See stage show put on by Greeks in evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, June 20, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to do.  Hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Seyx0B3_SWI/AAAAAAAABoc/sm41keuHdlA/s1600-h/0545accomplishedmiddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Seyx0B3_SWI/AAAAAAAABoc/sm41keuHdlA/s400/0545accomplishedmiddle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326827966687037794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Seyx0G4BQOI/AAAAAAAABoU/FLejrHj6_i4/s1600-h/0545accomplishedback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Seyx0G4BQOI/AAAAAAAABoU/FLejrHj6_i4/s400/0545accomplishedback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326827968029343970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A souvenir booklet I bought, which I dated June 20, 1945.  This outlines all of the action seen by the Fifth Army since the beginning of the Italian campaign some two years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, June 21, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster goes on run to Milan.  We get 14 replacements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE:  June 22, 1945.  U.S. forces capture Okinawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, June 22, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change oil and grease truck.  I get new assistant driver out of the replacements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Satruday, June 23, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very busy.  We get a health lecture in afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, June 24, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following eight men go home:  Schuster, Stracener, Wilbourn, McReight, Bowman, Gietzel, Grote and Delerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, June 25, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying around.  Having hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, June 28, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parade at transportation section.  23 men notified to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, June 29, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On pass.  Go to Q52, but Raymond has gone to Austria for 4 or 5 day run.  Get my notification, I'm going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-1993436176295117766?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/1993436176295117766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=1993436176295117766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/1993436176295117766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/1993436176295117766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/06/45-im-going-home.html' title='45.  &quot;I&apos;m Going Home&quot;'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Seyxse5RHBI/AAAAAAAABoM/S5XbQmClC8s/s72-c/ghedi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-2197275037207250256</id><published>2009-06-02T01:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:47:00.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1945'/><title type='text'>44. Lake Garda and Venice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeynJNIcigI/AAAAAAAABn0/hbp_ElOwzX8/s1600-h/gardamap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeynJNIcigI/AAAAAAAABn0/hbp_ElOwzX8/s400/gardamap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326816235858201090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Area of operations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, May 25, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get 6,000 mile check on truck.  Radiator is fixed.  We now have 8,061 miles on our new truck (tractor and semi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, May 26, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to Modena and haul rations to Q545, 242 mile trip.  Takes from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m. to make run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, May 27, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get shots (vaccines).  Schuster gets prisoner haul, but turns out to be dry run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, May 28, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henshaw, LeCander, Stabenio, and Wicktrom get shipping orders for discharge.  Schuster gets prisoner haul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, May 29, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change oil, grease truck in afternoon.  Put repaired tire back on.  At 11:15 p.m. I start in convoy to haul prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeyjhFeo9oI/AAAAAAAABnk/mtMarZWL_l8/s1600-h/prisoner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeyjhFeo9oI/AAAAAAAABnk/mtMarZWL_l8/s400/prisoner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326812248074155650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;German prisoners await repatriation back to their homeland which has been utterly destroyed by Allied forces.  [courtesy: U.S. National Archives]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, May 30, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip is finished at 12:30 p.m.  Raymond is over in afternoon and evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, May 31, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go on pass with Nuss.  Eleven more men are notified to go home.  That takes nearly all the 111 pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeyuG_VErUI/AAAAAAAABoE/OWSjHS-mYzk/s1600-h/starstripe053145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeyuG_VErUI/AAAAAAAABoE/OWSjHS-mYzk/s400/starstripe053145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326823894374722882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My copy of the May 31, 1945 edition of &lt;/span&gt;The Stars and Stripes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, June 1, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go in convoy to Modena for rations.  Start at 4 a.m.  Haul to Q546.  I'm tail truck of convoy and get ticket for speeding.  My first one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, June 2, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent last night on road.  Stayed 4 hours at convoy mess.  Haul empty gas cans to bivouac area.  Arrive at 10 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, June 3, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send $50 PTA home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, June 4, 1945&lt;/span&gt; Go on pass to Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeyibSA2gNI/AAAAAAAABnc/Egv0ZIdCwu8/s1600-h/060445nearvenice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeyibSA2gNI/AAAAAAAABnc/Egv0ZIdCwu8/s400/060445nearvenice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326811048848031954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me (far right) with buddies near Venice.  We are eating C-rations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeyrNCU8DxI/AAAAAAAABn8/rkdwyzczMXw/s1600-h/venice-martha+bakerjian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeyrNCU8DxI/AAAAAAAABn8/rkdwyzczMXw/s400/venice-martha+bakerjian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326820699723796242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A gondola ride through the famous canals of Venice, Italy. [photo by Martha Bakerjian]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, June 5, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Lake Garda and spend day boating and swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeykmLcyu1I/AAAAAAAABns/saL8Tld3ePQ/s1600-h/Lake_Garda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeykmLcyu1I/AAAAAAAABns/saL8Tld3ePQ/s400/Lake_Garda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326813435087993682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful Lake Garda is the largest fresh water lake in Italy. We enjoyed a little rest and recreation here on June 5, 1945.  [courtesy: www.phombo.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, June 6, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas haul.  Take empty cans to Q532, then get loaded at Q520 and haul to Q542 at Bassane.  Back in camp at 10:00 next morning.  Traveled 286 miles on trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, June 8, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In evening Schuster goes to Q532 for load of gas and returns to area.  Movie in battalion C.P. "Between Two Women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, June 9, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster takes load to Fifth Army rest camp north of Milan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, June 10, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster gets back, he and 7 others turn in equipment.  That will clean out everyone with 110 points and over when they go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-2197275037207250256?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/2197275037207250256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=2197275037207250256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/2197275037207250256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/2197275037207250256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/06/44-lake-garda-and-venice.html' title='44. Lake Garda and Venice'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeynJNIcigI/AAAAAAAABn0/hbp_ElOwzX8/s72-c/gardamap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-633451764294164299</id><published>2009-05-29T01:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:07:00.457-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1945'/><title type='text'>43. War Is Over, But Work Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: May 8, 1945.  V-E Day declared (Victory in Europe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, May 8, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very hot weather the last few days.  Hear Churchill on radio.  He announces V Day starting at midnite tonite.  My truck is on run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, May 9, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get trip in convoy from company area.  I pull PBS trailer to Q532.  Back at 6 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, May 10, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get the dope on the point system for discharging.  I have at least 92, possibly more.  Our letters are no longer censored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, May 11, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find out I have 102 points for discharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, May 12, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go Q520 to Q540.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, May 13, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move to Verona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SevR1lzmfNI/AAAAAAAABnU/R8ky6N-VKvo/s1600-h/move+verona.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SevR1lzmfNI/AAAAAAAABnU/R8ky6N-VKvo/s400/move+verona.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326581702907559122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We move from our soccer stadium camp in Modena north to the city of Verona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, May 14, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haul prisoners to Modena.  Go to PBS 110 to get our trailers, then to Q52.  Finally haul rations Q531 to Q533.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SevODgP6VCI/AAAAAAAABm0/6ZNvyJSTX8k/s1600-h/052245germanprisoners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SevODgP6VCI/AAAAAAAABm0/6ZNvyJSTX8k/s400/052245germanprisoners.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326577543887344674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A snapshot I took of the thousands and thousands of German prisoners we are now transporting.  Most of these fellows were not fanatical Nazis; they were farmers and tradesmen conscripted into the German army and forced to fight.  They were looking forward to returning home to their families just as much as we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, May 16, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See movie, "Two Down and One to Go."  My truck is out on prisoner haul.  Schuster is laid up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SevO4gL9_NI/AAAAAAAABnE/2MPwtbDxAcw/s1600-h/capra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SevO4gL9_NI/AAAAAAAABnE/2MPwtbDxAcw/s400/capra.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326578454403874002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Two Down and One to Go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was a war documentary directed by Frank Capra, pictured here editing a film as a major in the Signal Corps Reserve during World War II. [public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, May 17, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My truck gets back shortly after noon.  I go swimming in Lake Garda.  My truck has load of gasoline on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, May 18, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:00 a.m. I get trip to Q546, a D company (3639) truck load of gas burns up.  We get back in evening, a 283 mile trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, May 19, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My truck was out and back in this morning at 10:30 a.m.  I go to pick up prisoners on Route 47, haul to Modena and bring back hay to Q5-101.  A 330 mile trip.  Back in camp on May 20th in p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, May 21, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster starts driving again.  Goes to Modena Q531 to haul rations to Q57.  We have company formation in evening and find out our outfit will be broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, May 22, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get trip to Modena in evening.  Haul gas to Q542.  Get prisoners and bring to company.  Back at 7 p.m. on May 23rd.  Schuster takes load to Modena and comes back empty early next morning (May 24th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SevOLPgyh-I/AAAAAAAABm8/ZEo5zZXNSjE/s1600-h/052345envelop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SevOLPgyh-I/AAAAAAAABm8/ZEo5zZXNSjE/s400/052345envelop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326577676833687522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another letter home postmarked May 23, 1945.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, May 24, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My truck is deadlined to get radiator fixed.  We have a new colonel.  I spend most of day tinkering on truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SevODcPpQzI/AAAAAAAABms/7YpqG6UExQE/s1600-h/45verona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SevODcPpQzI/AAAAAAAABms/7YpqG6UExQE/s400/45verona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326577542812484402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is me refueling my truck in Verona, shortly after the armistice.  Even though the war is over, we are very busy as a transportation unit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-633451764294164299?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/633451764294164299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=633451764294164299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/633451764294164299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/633451764294164299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/05/43-war-is-over-but-work-continues.html' title='43. War Is Over, But Work Continues'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SevR1lzmfNI/AAAAAAAABnU/R8ky6N-VKvo/s72-c/move+verona.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-714289474559169284</id><published>2009-05-26T03:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T03:56:00.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1945'/><title type='text'>42.  Germany Surrenders!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, April 27, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain up here (Bologna).  Had to drive in rain yesterday.  Our bivouac area here is muddy.  We are in a wheat field.  We are tramping down a farmer's wheat.  Get truck fixed, then lay around rest of day.  We are back in tents now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: April 28, 1945.  Mussolini captured by partisans and executed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeudiYMrDsI/AAAAAAAABmU/AdgudohRtPc/s1600-h/mussolini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeudiYMrDsI/AAAAAAAABmU/AdgudohRtPc/s400/mussolini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326524198232460994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Italian fascist dictator Benito Mussolini met an unceremonious end.  After being shot, he was strung upside down with piano wire alongside his mistress and spat upon by the people he once ruled.  This is a snapshot from my personal collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, April 28, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster goes out last nite at 6 p.m., gets stuck in mud at Q 544 in Florence and don't get back.  It is awful rainy and muddy.  We are to move again in morning to a better area in Modena.  Fifth Army is now at the foot of the Alps.  A German plane was over today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, April 29, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company moves out of muddy filed to new area in stadium at Modena.  At 2:45 I get dispatched to haul rations from Q531 (Modena) to Q537 on Route 11, 30 miles east of Verona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeubPEdQn5I/AAAAAAAABmE/Xdm_HHnN0nA/s1600-h/modenastad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeubPEdQn5I/AAAAAAAABmE/Xdm_HHnN0nA/s400/modenastad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326521667492552594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alberto Braglia Stadium in Modena, Italy.  Originally built in 1936, this is where we set up camp on April 29, 1945. [courtesy: www.panoramio.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE:  April 30, 1945.  Adolf Hitler commits suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Seugsd5frfI/AAAAAAAABmk/rCNU8mUzDNk/s1600-h/hitler+dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Seugsd5frfI/AAAAAAAABmk/rCNU8mUzDNk/s400/hitler+dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326527670096211442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Two words which the world has waited to hear:  "Hitler Dead".  This was announced to  American forces via &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Stars and Stripes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, April 30, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return to camp at 7:15 a.m. from last nite's run, Schuster leaves at 2 p.m. to haul prisoners to Florence and bring back rations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE:  May 2, 1945.  German forces in Italy surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, May 2, 1945  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in convoy at 10 p.m. from Q 520 to Q 532, a gas run.  Haul empty cans back to Q 520.  Germans surrender in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeugGQlWAhI/AAAAAAAABmc/My87SwQcAqo/s1600-h/050245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeugGQlWAhI/AAAAAAAABmc/My87SwQcAqo/s400/050245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326527013687001618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An announcement circulated from our Supreme Allied Commander of the Mediterranean Theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, May 3, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip over at 10:00 a.m.  Fighting in Italy was officially over yesterday.  Get radiator fixed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, May 4, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster is out on gas haul Q520 to Q532.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;WAR UPDATE: May 5, 1945.  Cease-fire on Western front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, May 5, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave at 9:15 a.m. in convoy, go to Florence to E237.  Haul bridge girders to E 243 at Modena.  Arrive in Modena at 3 a.m. (May 6), takes 4 hours to get unloaded.  Get to camp at 7:30 a.m.  Schuster gets same run at 10 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WAR UPDATE: May 7, 1945.  German unconditional surrender is declared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, May 7, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haul gasoline from Q520 to Q540 (convoy) start at 1 p.m., back next 5 a.m.  War in Europe is over.  Italians having fireworks along road celebrating end of war.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Editor's note: Howard often told the harrowing story of the night of the German unconditional surrender.  As word spread that the war was over, overjoyed Italians poured into the streets of villages, shooting off fireworks, several of which nearly landed in Howard's truck which was loaded with &lt;span&gt;thousands of gallons of gasoline&lt;/span&gt;.  He said on many occasions that he thought he was going to die that night, after having survived nearly three years overseas in combat conditions.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-714289474559169284?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/714289474559169284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=714289474559169284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/714289474559169284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/714289474559169284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/05/42-germany-surrenders.html' title='42.  Germany Surrenders!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeudiYMrDsI/AAAAAAAABmU/AdgudohRtPc/s72-c/mussolini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-7498975799081837218</id><published>2009-05-22T01:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:11:04.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1945'/><title type='text'>41.  Pounding the Enemy into Submission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, April 14, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haul from rail head to Q 57 only 6 1/2 hours work and drove 13 miles.  Visit Raymond in evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, April 15, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On guard.  Schuster hauls ammo to 0427.  Very good weather.  Expecting push to start on Italian front at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, April 16, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul to Q 543.  Push starts on 5th Army front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeuBOcPCOqI/AAAAAAAABlc/pfNMUogByWE/s1600-h/po.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeuBOcPCOqI/AAAAAAAABlc/pfNMUogByWE/s400/po.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326493069393148578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allied forces attack the Nazis once again, forcing their backs to the Po River (highlighted in yellow).  By now, the Germans have just about lost their will to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, April 17, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul from 0433 to 0431, 88 mile trip, start 3:30 a.m., back in camp at 2:30 p.m. and Schuster goes out at 7 p.m. on another ammo run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, April 18, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul 0433 to 0427.  When I get in, truck goes back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, April 19, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck gets in at 4 p.m.  I go out at 5:10 p.m. and get back next 5 a.m.  Hauled from rail head to 0430.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeuNWsVpd-I/AAAAAAAABl8/TDLbp50kAfo/s1600-h/pics+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeuNWsVpd-I/AAAAAAAABl8/TDLbp50kAfo/s400/pics+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326506405294340066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is me with my truck somewhere in north-central Italy taking a quick break during a convoy haul.  We are putting in long hours transporting ammunition to the front in a final effort to pound the enemy into submission.  Note other trucks in the convoy behind me, as well as the shelled out building, evidence of the fierce fighting just hours before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, April 20, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep till 3 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: April 21, 1945.  Soviet forces enter Berlin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, April 21, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bologna falls into Allied hands today.  I got out in convoy at 3 p.m. and haul to 0431.  Back at 3 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, April 22, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep until 10 a.m.  Turn in wool underwear.  Trucks start going to Bologna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, April 23, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My truck is parked in company area.  Most trucks are out.  Get 1,000 mile check, then I go on pass and Schuster gets trip hauling bridge equipment to Po River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeuEdnlLT5I/AAAAAAAABlk/-2xRTuMej88/s1600-h/poriver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeuEdnlLT5I/AAAAAAAABlk/-2xRTuMej88/s400/poriver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326496628671729554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Scenic Po River in the spring as it appears today.  This picture was taken near the city of Turin, in northwestern Italy.  [photo by Miguel Trimblay]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, April 24, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking it easy while Schuster is still out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, April 25, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company prepares to move.  My truck gets in at 11 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, April 26, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company moves out at 4 a.m.  I get trip hauling for 15th Army group for English Engineers.  Haul from Florence to Bologna.  Get into new bivouac area 9 miles N.W. of Bologna about 11 p.m.  Have a little trouble in English Engineer dump.  Break a brake hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeuBOF0bOjI/AAAAAAAABlU/Ro56pFOVvqM/s1600-h/tobologna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeuBOF0bOjI/AAAAAAAABlU/Ro56pFOVvqM/s400/tobologna.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326493063375960626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our company &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moves northward, nine miles northwest of Bologna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-7498975799081837218?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/7498975799081837218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=7498975799081837218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7498975799081837218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7498975799081837218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/05/41-pounding-enemy-into-submission.html' title='41.  Pounding the Enemy into Submission'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeuBOcPCOqI/AAAAAAAABlc/pfNMUogByWE/s72-c/po.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-919034303275765434</id><published>2009-05-19T01:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:18:00.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1945'/><title type='text'>40.  We Lose Our Leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE:  April 1, 1945.  U.S. invades Okinawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, April 2, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on truck half day (1,000 mile check).  T-5 rating today (promoted from corporal to Technician, 5th Grade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Setyqu9LhgI/AAAAAAAABk0/mnwGiPufDU8/s1600-h/corporal.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Setyqu9LhgI/AAAAAAAABk0/mnwGiPufDU8/s400/corporal.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326477062780454402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SetyqtWM8oI/AAAAAAAABk8/vspMimcBxzY/s1600-h/t5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 79px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SetyqtWM8oI/AAAAAAAABk8/vspMimcBxzY/s400/t5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326477062348534402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;A promotion from corporal (left) to T-5 (right) meant a slight increase in responsibility and a slight increase in pay. [courtesy: public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, April 3, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on truck.  Nice weather.  Go to 3638 at 8:30 p.m. to see compulsory movie, but projector don't work and movie is called off.  Send pictures to Lois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, April 4, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platoon has been in uproar for two days since Sgt. Schwartsfigare asked for bust.  Work on trucks in forenoon.  At 1:00 p.m. company plays softball against 3639 (D Co.) and we win 2 to 0. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; [Editor's note: unfortunately no details exist on the meaning of the "uproar" in the platoon].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, April 5, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very busy, work on truck.  Platoon has meeting in afternoon.  In evening Raymond comes over and we see movie in our company area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, April 6, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on truck in a.m.  Take shower at rest camp in afternoon and write letters.  Send pictures to Doris B. and Ruth B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, April 7, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get trip in convoy, from Florence rail head to 0427.  Start 3:00 p.m., get back next 3:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, April 8, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up at noon.  Get letters from home and Naomi.  Sent pictures to August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, April 9, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistant driver gets ammo run to 0431 from Florence rail head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Set0Or81j3I/AAAAAAAABlE/F5PhZEWX4-4/s1600-h/ammo+dump_bobfagelson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Set0Or81j3I/AAAAAAAABlE/F5PhZEWX4-4/s400/ammo+dump_bobfagelson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326478779960627058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A massive ammo dump -- much of our work now involves transporting ammunition throughout north-central Italy, preparing for a massive assault on the German front in northern Italy. (courtesy: Bob Fagelson]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, April 10, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7:30 a.m. I go in convoy from Florence rail head to Q53 and bring salvage to Q545 in Florence.  Finished at 9:30 p.m. and at 11:30 p.m. partner goes on ammo run to 0427.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, April 11, 1945&lt;br /&gt;Schuster hauls to 0427 and brings back salvage ammo to rail head.  Fan belt pulley is broken and truck is deadlined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE:  April 12, 1945.  U.S. President Franklin D. Roosevelt dies.  Harry S Truman sworn in as 33rd President of the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Set1_Qj-u5I/AAAAAAAABlM/5gelh851JFY/s1600-h/truman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Set1_Qj-u5I/AAAAAAAABlM/5gelh851JFY/s400/truman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326480713933831058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Harry Truman takes the Oath of Office on April 12, 1945.  [courtesy: public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, April 12, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get truck fixed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, April 13, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go out at 1:30 a.m. to 0431, back at 12 noon.  President Roosevelt died yesterday.  Schuster goes out at 5 p.m. to 0427.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-919034303275765434?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/919034303275765434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=919034303275765434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/919034303275765434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/919034303275765434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/05/40-we-lose-our-leader.html' title='40.  We Lose Our Leader'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Setyqu9LhgI/AAAAAAAABk0/mnwGiPufDU8/s72-c/corporal.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-1104506316547132288</id><published>2009-05-15T01:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:00:00.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1945'/><title type='text'>39. Buying Souviners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, March 16, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back to camp 7 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, March 17, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, usual inspection.  Tinker on truck, put weapons carrier seat in our truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, March 18, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,000 mile check on truck.  On pass in afternoon.  Visit Raymond in afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, March 19, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PX day. I buy cigarette lighter, shampoo and other items. First chance to stockpile these articles. In evening take semi to ordinance salvage yards and load up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, March 20, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In convoy to Leg Horn, bring beer back to Florence.  127 mile trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, March 21, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take shower at rest camp.  See Laurel and Hardy and girl band at Apollo in evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Scf220zXMHI/AAAAAAAABf4/_GTqGf3zses/s1600-h/laurel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Scf220zXMHI/AAAAAAAABf4/_GTqGf3zses/s400/laurel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316489306881601650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comedy legends Laurel and Hardy. [courtesy www.bbc.co.uk]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, March 22, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to rest camp for rest period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: March 22, 1945.  Allied forces cross Rhine River into Germany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, March 26, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in camp at 11 a.m. after 5 day rest period in Florence.  Fifth Army rest camp.  Write letters and send pictures which I had taken in rest camp to folks and Edna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Scf5aNT67-I/AAAAAAAABgI/3uuzFfUvBno/s1600-h/45book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Scf5aNT67-I/AAAAAAAABgI/3uuzFfUvBno/s400/45book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316492113779290082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;A souvenir book published by the Fifth Army which I bought while at rest camp in Florence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, March 27, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do a little work on truck in morning, send pictures to Richard Marsh.  Rainy day.  Last night I saw basketball game.  Mitchell Bombers beat Oran Port Pirates 65 to 58 and Bull Dozers beat Buffalo Big A's 58 to 43.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Scf3s2pd5xI/AAAAAAAABgA/n0oppBlxvzQ/s1600-h/basket.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Scf3s2pd5xI/AAAAAAAABgA/n0oppBlxvzQ/s400/basket.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316490235089905426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;A pick-up basketball game during World War II.  [courtesy public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, March 30, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Montecini, haul to E 237.  Send picture to Lois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;True Story: I was sitting in my tent writing a letter one day.  A German prisoner stuck his head in my tent and said, "Goodbye!"  He had gotten mixed up in his English.  He was selling souvenirs that he had made.  I think that's where I got that German Iron Cross that I brought home.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Scf1xPlTDkI/AAAAAAAABfo/NiPhuH7F0_k/s1600-h/052245cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Scf1xPlTDkI/AAAAAAAABfo/NiPhuH7F0_k/s400/052245cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316488111479524930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The actual German Iron Cross that I bought from a German prisoner of war.  So much for the Thousand Year Reich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, March 31, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay day.  Play ball in forenoon on diamond we cleared off on March 29th.  Take shower in afternoon at rest camp.  Send another picture home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-1104506316547132288?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/1104506316547132288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=1104506316547132288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/1104506316547132288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/1104506316547132288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/05/39-buying-souviners.html' title='39. Buying Souviners'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Scf220zXMHI/AAAAAAAABf4/_GTqGf3zses/s72-c/laurel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-3103763946823603141</id><published>2009-05-12T01:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:08:00.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1945'/><title type='text'>38. A Brush with Greatness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, February 22, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in camp.  Get my carbine back from ordinance.  Sand it down and varnish stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, February 23, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster is out with truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, February 24, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haul old paintings from south of river.  They were hid in caves in the mountains.  Haul them back to a church in Florence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Editor's note:  Howard mentioned many times that it was believed these paintings were classics by the masters, including those by Leonardo Da Vinci, Rapheal, Botticelli and Michelangelo.  They were each wrapped in a protective covering, so none of the soldiers actually saw what they were hauling. Italian partisans smuggled these priceless works of art out of galleries and into mountain caves to both protect them from falling bombs and to keep them out of Nazi hands; interestingly, a documentary covering this intriguing story was featured on the History Channel a few years ago.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfmxtfmM6I/AAAAAAAABe4/SES1-BQ0x58/s1600-h/birthvenus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfmxtfmM6I/AAAAAAAABe4/SES1-BQ0x58/s400/birthvenus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316471626834260898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is known that Botticelli's &lt;/span&gt;The Birth of Venus&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was hidden in a mountain cave near Florence during World War II.  Could this have been one of the paintings I transported?  The masterpiece currently resides in Florence.&lt;/span&gt; [public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, February 26, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cold and don't work for couple days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, February 28, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay day.  Quenton Goyne gets back from hospital.  We start driving semi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, March 1, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get trip Montecini to Coca-Cola plant in Florence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, March 2, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in convoy to Leg Horn, turn in old truck and drive semi's back.  I sign up for rotation.  Raymond is over in evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfoKa3xn8I/AAAAAAAABfA/_zl6IctcY1Y/s1600-h/45verona2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfoKa3xn8I/AAAAAAAABfA/_zl6IctcY1Y/s400/45verona2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316473150843756482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me with the new semi tractor-trailers were are now driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, March 6, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive in convoy.  Go to Q 58, get coal and take to ARC rest home in Florence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, March 7, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get semi-auto car cab over engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, March 8, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on tractor in morning, in afternoon go on limbering up drive to Siena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Scfv5DB5gKI/AAAAAAAABfY/ChUkwNpHB9I/s1600-h/siena.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Scfv5DB5gKI/AAAAAAAABfY/ChUkwNpHB9I/s400/siena.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316481648479010978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The public plaza in Siena, Italy. [courtesy www.instructional1.calstatela.edu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, March 9, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to work on semi and tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, March 11, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In evening I take semi and get load of salvaged jeep motors at 5 A ordinance salvage depot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, March 12, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go in convoy to Leg Horn, get rid of salvage and get load of beer (650 cases) at 5L52 near Leg Horn and bring it to Florence at 10F52.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, March 15, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Willis Ropp go to Pistoia to 70th Ordinance. Stay all nite and truck's rear end [trailer] is inspected by ordinance the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BACK IN THE WORLD:  March 15, 1945.  Academy Award Winners:  Best Picture,&lt;/span&gt; Going My Way; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Actor, Bing Crosby&lt;/span&gt; (Going My Way); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Actress, Ingrid Bergman&lt;/span&gt; (Gaslight); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song of the Year, "Swinging on a Star," by Bing Crosby &lt;/span&gt;(Going My Way).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfrsYbFVoI/AAAAAAAABfI/vL4daqQxnIM/s1600-h/italy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfrsYbFVoI/AAAAAAAABfI/vL4daqQxnIM/s400/italy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316477032836978306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The city of Firenze is also known as "Florence."  Some of the cities I've recently made hauls to are circled in red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-3103763946823603141?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/3103763946823603141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=3103763946823603141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3103763946823603141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3103763946823603141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/05/38-brush-with-greatness.html' title='38. A Brush with Greatness'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfmxtfmM6I/AAAAAAAABe4/SES1-BQ0x58/s72-c/birthvenus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-6659363799144854308</id><published>2009-05-08T01:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:29:00.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1945'/><title type='text'>37.  The Same Old Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, February 9, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training continues.  Some trucks go out occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfYVYt3TMI/AAAAAAAABeQ/5IX2_rs2cnk/s1600-h/020945ffdailyjournart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfYVYt3TMI/AAAAAAAABeQ/5IX2_rs2cnk/s400/020945ffdailyjournart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316455747057831106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Another local boy sees action.  From the Fergus Falls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daily Journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, February 10, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.B.S. semi job comes here for a few days to let us practice driving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, February 11, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in convoy, starting at 9 p.m. to Montencini 0428 (ammo) get back next 6:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, February 12, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep most of the day after last nite's trip.  Taining period ends today.  Today is my third anniversary in the army.  I get good conduct medal and driver's medal today.  Training film shown at battalion headquarters while I sleep.  I'm on guard tonite.  Rainy nasty weather.  Raymond is over tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, February 13, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on.  Go to rest camp for shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, February 14, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to show in evening at rest camp.  Stage show, "Blue Busters" and movie, "The Slim Man Goes Home," with Myrna Loy and William Powell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfaYgKW1VI/AAAAAAAABeg/NexdklgbgM0/s1600-h/thinman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfaYgKW1VI/AAAAAAAABeg/NexdklgbgM0/s400/thinman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316457999619249490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;The name of the movie was actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The THIN Man Goes Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;.  [courtesy www.impawards.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, February 15, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn in our Diamond T's to 56 Q Co. 3376 and get their old beat up GMC's.  Spend rest of day working on and washing truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfbyEO84MI/AAAAAAAABeo/zoJlorLd9nY/s1600-h/gmc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfbyEO84MI/AAAAAAAABeo/zoJlorLd9nY/s400/gmc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316459538310553794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A GMC "Duece-and-a-half," which we reluctantly drew in place of our Diamond T's. [courtesy www.therangerstation.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Scfuz5eN8_I/AAAAAAAABfQ/CKQ6pzhoJCo/s1600-h/diamond-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/Scfuz5eN8_I/AAAAAAAABfQ/CKQ6pzhoJCo/s400/diamond-t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316480460502463474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Diamond T logo meant reliability.  [courtesy www.cartype.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, February 16, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work all day on old truck.  Put in new bearing in pillar block and take radiator off and have it fixed.  Get letter from Naomi and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bertha Herald&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, February 18, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive for Italian co. at transportation.  Drive 129 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday February 19, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on pass.  See Wallace Beery in "The Barbious Gent."  Also USO stage show "Pardon Me."  Visit Raymond in evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfczP7fT5I/AAAAAAAABew/LDdiJt2zDUQ/s1600-h/Beery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfczP7fT5I/AAAAAAAABew/LDdiJt2zDUQ/s400/Beery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316460658141646738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wallace Beery [courtesy www.silentladies.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: February 19, 1945.  U.S. invades Iwo Jima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, February 20, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,000 mile check on truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, February 21, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convoy, Leg Horn signal dump to signal dump in Florence.  In evening movie, "Arsenic and Old Lace" at Apollo, also "Meet Me in St. Louis" at rest camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfZmTy60MI/AAAAAAAABeY/p5kPmITCufQ/s1600-h/italy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfZmTy60MI/AAAAAAAABeY/p5kPmITCufQ/s400/italy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316457137306259650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The city of Livorno was also known as "Leg Horn."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-6659363799144854308?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/6659363799144854308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=6659363799144854308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/6659363799144854308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/6659363799144854308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/05/37-same-old-routine.html' title='37.  The Same Old Routine'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/ScfYVYt3TMI/AAAAAAAABeQ/5IX2_rs2cnk/s72-c/020945ffdailyjournart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-5750884755245832543</id><published>2009-05-05T01:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:00:00.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1945'/><title type='text'>36.  Another Run to the Front</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, January 27, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See movie at Apollo, "When Ladies Meet," Robert Taylor, Joan Crawford, Herbert Marshall.  Russians 95 miles from Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyLfNZ1nUI/AAAAAAAABWo/igXk31_1ZvU/s1600-h/When+Ladies+Meet+%281941%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyLfNZ1nUI/AAAAAAAABWo/igXk31_1ZvU/s400/When+Ladies+Meet+%281941%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304267829425839426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[courtesy: www.imdb.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, January 28, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On guard.  Get 4 letters from Betty, Jean, LaVerne and Mother.  Allies are making gains on Western front.  Have gained back more than was lost in big German counter-attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, January 30, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See very good movie, "Since You Went Away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyL8ovb46I/AAAAAAAABWw/bphqwBs3d_A/s1600-h/since-you-went-away-title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyL8ovb46I/AAAAAAAABWw/bphqwBs3d_A/s400/since-you-went-away-title.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304268334980391842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[courtesy: www.dvdbeaver.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, January 31, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay day.  Pull our small trailers to PBS (Peninsular Based Section) ordinance, turn them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, February 1, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to hospital to visit Quinton Goynes in forenoon.  Russell gets out of hospital. Write letter to Rene.  Radio report Russians 45 miles from Berlin.  Rumor that we will get semi's soon and haul for 8th Army and move to Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, February 2, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul trailers for 3638 and 3605, turn them in to ordinance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, February 3, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go in convoy haul diesel oil from Montecini rail head to Q544.  Leave at 12:30, get back at 8 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyR1XNxAGI/AAAAAAAABW4/-smO1NDV1Js/s1600-h/convoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyR1XNxAGI/AAAAAAAABW4/-smO1NDV1Js/s400/convoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304274807086448738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another convoy heads out on another assignment.  [courtesy: pro.corbis.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: February 4, 1945.  Roosevelt, Churchill and Stalin meet at the Yalta Conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, February 4, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster leaves at 1 a.m. hauls ammo, Montecini rail head to 0428, gets back at 9:30 a.m.  Lovely day.  Raymond is over in forenoon.  Take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyK7x3wUQI/AAAAAAAABWg/f9eW8kjKiOI/s1600-h/020445florenceraystokes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyK7x3wUQI/AAAAAAAABWg/f9eW8kjKiOI/s400/020445florenceraystokes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304267220739707138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raymond Stokes (left) and me outside my quarters in Florence, Italy.  Sunday morning, February 4, 1945.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, February 6, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seven day training period has started.  All trucks in battalion are deadlined.  But a convoy of 4 ton'ers go out in evening.  Manila is liberated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, February 7, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of training period, Schuster and I get a trip with Diamond T and trailer.  Go to 1108 Engineers north of Lucca.  Stay overnight then to 23 miles north of Lucca to Fornair, which is 4 or 5 kilometers from front.  We could machine gun and other small arms fire.  This area was shelled quite frequently.  We get load of sheet aluminum at plant there. Get back to camp at 6 p.m. on Feb. 8th.  Trip started 2 p.m. on Feb. 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyK7tO82CI/AAAAAAAABWY/-mWcjHtbbcg/s1600-h/lucca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyK7tO82CI/AAAAAAAABWY/-mWcjHtbbcg/s400/lucca.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304267219494819874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another run to the front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-5750884755245832543?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/5750884755245832543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=5750884755245832543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/5750884755245832543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/5750884755245832543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/05/36-another-run-to-front.html' title='36.  Another Run to the Front'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyLfNZ1nUI/AAAAAAAABWo/igXk31_1ZvU/s72-c/When+Ladies+Meet+%281941%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-6665488451961062863</id><published>2009-05-01T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:00:00.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1945'/><title type='text'>35.  Fire Damages Our Quarters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, January 1, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See football game, "Spaghetti Bowl."  5th Army beats 12th Air Force 20-0.  I get 4 Bertha Heralds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZx305mtsmI/AAAAAAAABVo/Pzz0I0wg4v4/s1600-h/010145spagbowlfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZx305mtsmI/AAAAAAAABVo/Pzz0I0wg4v4/s400/010145spagbowlfront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304246211835703906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZx308XbGmI/AAAAAAAABVw/92aRQLEfhgQ/s1600-h/010145spagbowlinside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZx308XbGmI/AAAAAAAABVw/92aRQLEfhgQ/s400/010145spagbowlinside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304246212576877154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My copy of the "Spaghetti Bowl" game program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZx30kJ4PxI/AAAAAAAABVg/F4ZveIrskdA/s1600-h/010145spagbowlart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZx30kJ4PxI/AAAAAAAABVg/F4ZveIrskdA/s400/010145spagbowlart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304246206077615890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clipping from&lt;/span&gt; The Stars and Stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, January 4, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company formation and parade.  We get War Dept. citation.  In evening Raymond comes over for visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, January 5, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three men go home.  Sosa and Musil on rotation.  Rickstein on furlough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, January 8, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Articles of War.  I go on pass, visit 52nd Q.M. in forenoon.  See Raymond.  In afternoon I go downtown see movie.  Walk home with Varinoskus.  Snow today.  Get 4 letters from LaVerne, Mother, Dolores, Vera. Lately, the rumor is everyone goes home after 30 months overseas.  We have one month left according to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZx305LkdzI/AAAAAAAABV4/giN5Jy7UulA/s1600-h/010845varinoskus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZx305LkdzI/AAAAAAAABV4/giN5Jy7UulA/s400/010845varinoskus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304246211721852722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of my buddies, Vincent Varinoskus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, January 14, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to church at Apollo Theater in forenoon.  Fire caused by oil burner in our quarters burns some of our equipment.  Mashburn, Malley, Jergensen and myself lose equipment.  Quinton Goynes gets burns on hands and face, is hospitalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, January 15, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work all day cleaning and painting our quarters.  Job pretty well done.  Will move back soon.  Get new style blouse issued to us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, January 16, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven of us move into different building.  Company sends truck load to shows in evening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, January 17, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting new living quarters in shape.  Install another oil burner.  Get two letters from Doris and Opal and Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, January 18, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our battalion starts a training schedule.  1,000 mile check on truck.  Our company has dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, January 19, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchange windshield and top with Jergensen's truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, January 20, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Install de-froster on our truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, January 21, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 30th birthday, a quiet Sunday morning.  Got letter from Rene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, January 24, 1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive GMC no. D to Q 53 get trash detail there, then haul load of matress covers to 102 bakery in Florence.  A 66 mile run. In evening see "Buffalo Round Up," a 92nd Div. orchestra. Am seeing quite a lot of shows.  Russians have been on big push for week and a half.  Are around 140 miles from Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyA2haW8KI/AAAAAAAABWI/hSI_Yfwqeco/s1600-h/gmc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyA2haW8KI/AAAAAAAABWI/hSI_Yfwqeco/s400/gmc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304256135305818274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A GMC "deuce-and-a-half." [courtesy: www.roadandtransport.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: January 26, 1945.  Auschwitz concentration camp liberated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyCpW3_08I/AAAAAAAABWQ/VilxhEGbTUk/s1600-h/liberated.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZyCpW3_08I/AAAAAAAABWQ/VilxhEGbTUk/s400/liberated.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304258108162298818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prisoners escorted by Russian soldiers after liberating Auschwitz.  The world is shocked over the brutality discovered there. [public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-6665488451961062863?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/6665488451961062863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=6665488451961062863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/6665488451961062863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/6665488451961062863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/05/35-fire-damages-our-quarters.html' title='35.  Fire Damages Our Quarters'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZx305mtsmI/AAAAAAAABVo/Pzz0I0wg4v4/s72-c/010145spagbowlfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-4270556169285265201</id><published>2009-04-28T01:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:00:01.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1944'/><title type='text'>34. "A cold, uncomfortable Christmas."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, November, 24, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 a.m. start out on 175 mile run (convoy).  Leg Horn [Livorno] to 0427.  Get back at 6:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, November 28, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ammo run to 0430, 18 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, November 29, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On pass, visit 52nd Q Battalion.  Draw sleeping bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, December 4, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond is on 5 day rest.  Visits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, December 5, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get trip to Leg Horn to 0427, a 175 mile trip.  Doing this type of hauling most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxtCK5C0KI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ooTXT_KiMy4/s1600-h/Livorno-Fortezzavecchia2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxtCK5C0KI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ooTXT_KiMy4/s400/Livorno-Fortezzavecchia2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304234345186381986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An ancient fort in modern-day Livorno (Leg Horn), Italy.  [public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, December 6, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond is over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, December 7, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 tires to change after Schuster run.  In afternoon go over to 3638 Q.M. to get practice driving semi-trailer jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, December 12, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company dance downtown Florence.  Good time.  Weather very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxlhBcHhRI/AAAAAAAABVI/2ioe6PJMxpk/s1600-h/Firenze+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxlhBcHhRI/AAAAAAAABVI/2ioe6PJMxpk/s400/Firenze+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304226079132058898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful Florence, Italy, as it appears today.  [photo by Olga Shelego]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, December 13, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futa Pass is closed to all unnecessary traffic on account of snow.  One way traffic through the pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxfLCWqjII/AAAAAAAABUw/MDa7ImcKHyQ/s1600-h/121344_futapass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxfLCWqjII/AAAAAAAABUw/MDa7ImcKHyQ/s400/121344_futapass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304219104350735490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Futa Pass (above) as it appeared during World War Two.  It was of strategic importance, connecting Florence to Bologna.  It also demarcated the Gothic Line, the last major line of defense for retreating German forces in Italy. [courtesy: www.mtmestas.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SfY6DoID9QI/AAAAAAAABq8/vFI3Heyz0WM/s1600-h/gothic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SfY6DoID9QI/AAAAAAAABq8/vFI3Heyz0WM/s400/gothic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329511043024811266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am in the II Corps (circled in red).  This map outlines our advance from June - December 1944.  The cities of Florence and Leg Horn are underlined in red.  This is our main area of operation right now.  The current position of the II Corps is indicated by the red "X".  [public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxfLGFSe1I/AAAAAAAABU4/Ju-bCvYYeN8/s1600-h/121344_futapass_today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxfLGFSe1I/AAAAAAAABU4/Ju-bCvYYeN8/s400/121344_futapass_today.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304219105351596882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Futa Pass today.  [photo by Stenebaum]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE:  December 16, 1944.  Germans attack through Ardennes -- Battle of the Bulge begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BACK IN THE WORLD:  December 17, 1944.  The Green Bay Packers defeat the New York Giants 14-7 to win the NFL Championship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, December 18, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germans counter-attack on 1st Army front.  I'm on pass, visit 52nd Q.M., see Raymond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, December 19, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having break, not much work for past days.  Bad weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, December 24, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back from 21 hour trip to Leg Horn to 0430.  Back at 12 p.m.  Company moves to new area in Florence [Firenze] near marshalling yards.  Today I get 5 packages from ma, Rene, Edna and Herald, Dolores, and Lois.  Have previously got packages from Rene, Jean, Lois, Doris S. and Bernice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, December 25, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more packages from Sarah and Myrtle K.  A cold, uncomfortable Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, December 30, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very busy just now.  I have pretty bad cold for the last few days.  Only 10 minute walk from here to Raymond's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxfLaMXcXI/AAAAAAAABVA/KsNi-OjieSI/s1600-h/121744woodwound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxfLaMXcXI/AAAAAAAABVA/KsNi-OjieSI/s400/121744woodwound.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304219110749991282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Another neighbor wounded overseas, from the Fergus Falls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daily Journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-4270556169285265201?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/4270556169285265201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=4270556169285265201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/4270556169285265201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/4270556169285265201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/04/34-cold-uncomfortable-christmas.html' title='34. &quot;A cold, uncomfortable Christmas.&quot;'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxtCK5C0KI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ooTXT_KiMy4/s72-c/Livorno-Fortezzavecchia2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-2978564154226416006</id><published>2009-04-24T01:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:00:01.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1944'/><title type='text'>33.  On Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, October 14, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Katherine Cornell in stage show at Florence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxGaUk2nNI/AAAAAAAABTw/4BYpzIuFZVg/s1600-h/101444_katherinecornell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxGaUk2nNI/AAAAAAAABTw/4BYpzIuFZVg/s400/101444_katherinecornell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304191879149427922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tony-Award winning actress, Katherine Cornell. [courtesy: www.bellisland.net]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, October 16, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move to new area in Florence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxGaUuiGhI/AAAAAAAABT4/OZlICItuGhA/s1600-h/101644_piombino-to-florence_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxGaUuiGhI/AAAAAAAABT4/OZlICItuGhA/s400/101644_piombino-to-florence_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304191879190026770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the move again, this time to the home of Da Vinci, Michaelangelo, Galileo and many others: historic Florence (Firenze), Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, October 19, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get pass and spend afternoon downtown in Florence with Rich Wellman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxGatwOylI/AAAAAAAABUA/wc8qZtrbFFU/s1600-h/101944Florence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxGatwOylI/AAAAAAAABUA/wc8qZtrbFFU/s400/101944Florence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304191885908036178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me on pass in Florence, Italy, October 19, 1944.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BACK IN THE WORLD:  November 7, 1944.  Franklin D. Roosevelt is elected to an unprecedented fourth presidential term, defeating Thomas E. Dewey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, November 10, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find Raymond Stokes.  He is in Florence too.  He is just back from southern France.  We get to see Billy Conn and several other boxing matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxGamgr47I/AAAAAAAABUI/G5XbJTcLyFs/s1600-h/111044_billyconn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 342px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxGamgr47I/AAAAAAAABUI/G5XbJTcLyFs/s400/111044_billyconn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304191883963786162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Light-heavyweight champion, Billy "The Pittsburgh Kid" Conn.  [courtesy: www.billyconn.net]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, November 12, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get package from Rene, first Xmas package.  Raymond comes over and we see show in evening, "She's a Soldier Too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxNAhxkwOI/AAAAAAAABUo/BofbQrDl3bM/s1600-h/soldier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxNAhxkwOI/AAAAAAAABUo/BofbQrDl3bM/s400/soldier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304199132597240034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;[courtesy: www.imdb.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, November 14, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on pass.  Visit Raymond at 52nd Duck Battalion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, November 15, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On guard duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, November 17, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On pass, see movie "Random Harvest" in afternoon.  In evening see stage show, "George and Margaret."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxG5PpwVvI/AAAAAAAABUY/JEKB9oY4SX0/s1600-h/random+harvest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxG5PpwVvI/AAAAAAAABUY/JEKB9oY4SX0/s400/random+harvest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304192410403755762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[courtesy: www.soundtrackcollector.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, November 19, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On pass.  In afternoon see Italian stage show.  In evening see Spencer Tracy in "The Seventh Cross," at Apollo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxICdJN4HI/AAAAAAAABUg/VUFj9W1zXe4/s1600-h/seventh-cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxICdJN4HI/AAAAAAAABUg/VUFj9W1zXe4/s400/seventh-cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304193668155826290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[courtesy: www:imdb.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, November 20, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go with Jergensen, haul trailer to Leg Horn 2L77 and 76. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[ed. note: "Leg Horn" was the common Americanism for the coastal city of Livorno].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, November 21, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get another D.T. (Diamond T) 4 ton truck.  Other one has been salvaged (junked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, November 24, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Day.  All get passes.  Turkey supper at 5 p.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-2978564154226416006?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/2978564154226416006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=2978564154226416006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/2978564154226416006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/2978564154226416006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/04/33-on-pass.html' title='33.  On Pass'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZxGaUk2nNI/AAAAAAAABTw/4BYpzIuFZVg/s72-c/101444_katherinecornell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-5230752997723898854</id><published>2009-04-21T01:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:00:00.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1944'/><title type='text'>32.  Fifth Army Plaque and Citations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE:  August 25, 1944.  Allies liberate Paris, France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyLeft" title="Align Left" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 10);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Left" class="gl_align_left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, August 26, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been continuing about the same.  Get back to camp after 4 or 5 days work moving ammo, dump 0444 to 0420.  Turn in 4 ton truck around Sept 1st and drive no. 15 for few days, then draw new 2 1/2 ton no. 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZw-PQlYXTI/AAAAAAAABTI/PfJ8fdbXPQE/s1600-h/082644_truck_deuceandahalf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZw-PQlYXTI/AAAAAAAABTI/PfJ8fdbXPQE/s400/082644_truck_deuceandahalf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304182893006314802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For a brief time we drive what is commonly called the "deuce and a half."  [courtesy: daveswebshop.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, September 4, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Louis visits our camp and eats with us (one meal).  Schuster gets trip to Rome.  From now on we are busy hauling to Florence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZw-PZAUIZI/AAAAAAAABTQ/ozq93bWrfy8/s1600-h/090444_joelouis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZw-PZAUIZI/AAAAAAAABTQ/ozq93bWrfy8/s400/090444_joelouis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304182895266767250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heavyweight boxing champion, Joe "The Brown Bomber" Louis, signs autographs for troops while joining them for a meal during World War Two.  [courtesy: www.hlswilliwaw.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, September 17, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move 30 miles up [north] on route 67 near Pisa, 40 miles north of Florence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, September 25, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our company wins 5th Army plaque today.   Parade and get citation for work done last February [Battle of Monte Cassino].&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeuLaKB-jII/AAAAAAAABl0/GL7U7L05FPQ/s1600-h/pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeuLaKB-jII/AAAAAAAABl0/GL7U7L05FPQ/s400/pics+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326504265781251202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Officers issuing our company citation during a field ceremony, September 25, 1944.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZw-PnwPlUI/AAAAAAAABTg/XI2TCK8kpfM/s1600-h/092544_fifth_army_plaque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZw-PnwPlUI/AAAAAAAABTg/XI2TCK8kpfM/s400/092544_fifth_army_plaque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304182899225892162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Wellman and me (right)  holding the 5th Army plaque awarded to our company during the citation ceremony,  September 25, 1944.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, September 27, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn in our 2 1/2 ton trucks to 3605 Q.M. and draw their 4 ton'ers.  I go with group to Pisa.  See the famous leaning tower.  Fall rains are setting in.  Have had several wet days during last couple weeks.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeuLZwmHCVI/AAAAAAAABls/8f4Na8mZGqY/s1600-h/pics+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeuLZwmHCVI/AAAAAAAABls/8f4Na8mZGqY/s400/pics+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326504258953480530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A snapshot I took of the Leaning Tower (to the right).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BACK IN THE WORLD: October 9, 1944.  The St. Louis Cardinals win the World Series, defeating the St. Louis Browns, four games to two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZw-PhcWW0I/AAAAAAAABTY/8ouMwwp40eg/s1600-h/092544_BerthaHerald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZw-PhcWW0I/AAAAAAAABTY/8ouMwwp40eg/s400/092544_BerthaHerald.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304182897531837250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Article about me from the Fergus Falls&lt;/span&gt; Daily Journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUNZkVDtNI/AAAAAAAABQQ/biTLBvMi4DQ/s1600-h/070044BerthaHerald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUNZkVDtNI/AAAAAAAABQQ/biTLBvMi4DQ/s400/070044BerthaHerald.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297655269571146962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another neighbor from my home town of Hewitt, Minnesota, who saw action in Italy, taken from the Fergus Falls&lt;/span&gt; Daily Journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-5230752997723898854?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/5230752997723898854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=5230752997723898854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/5230752997723898854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/5230752997723898854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/04/32-fifth-army-plaque-and-citations.html' title='32.  Fifth Army Plaque and Citations'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZw-PQlYXTI/AAAAAAAABTI/PfJ8fdbXPQE/s72-c/082644_truck_deuceandahalf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-8596667238584800723</id><published>2009-04-17T01:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:00:00.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1944'/><title type='text'>31. Pushing Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, July 5, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul ammo with 4 ton 0447 to 0440.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, July 6, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster in Rome on pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, July 7, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company moves to Piombino, another 100 miles or so up the coast.  I make a nite trip to 0403 to 0411 ammo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUNZpMsTPI/AAAAAAAABQY/PjfmaUuRvGE/s1600-h/070744_civitavecch-to-piombino_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUNZpMsTPI/AAAAAAAABQY/PjfmaUuRvGE/s400/070744_civitavecch-to-piombino_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297655270878235890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Civitavecchia to Piombino, pushing forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUNZ-xN3yI/AAAAAAAABQg/XMGSib50upo/s1600-h/070744_Piombino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUNZ-xN3yI/AAAAAAAABQg/XMGSib50upo/s400/070744_Piombino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297655276668575522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The peaceful fishing village of Piombino as it appears today. [public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, July 8, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make trip, a nite haul to same place, air raid at 1 a.m., bombs drop nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, July 9, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping today, good run in afternoon.  Continue to haul ammo for next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, July 15, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make some runs.  Have been swimming twice and saw one GI stage show lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUNZ4x5-fI/AAAAAAAABQo/X54GRLuqPqg/s1600-h/071644_irvingberlin_song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUNZ4x5-fI/AAAAAAAABQo/X54GRLuqPqg/s400/071644_irvingberlin_song.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297655275060853234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Fifth Army's Where My Heart Is," written by Irving Berlin and dedicated to the Fifth Army in July 1944.  This is a program from a stage show I saw in July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, July 16, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drivers move to ammo dump 0409 and move dump to 0413.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, July 19, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job is completed and we move back to our company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: July 20, 1944.  German assassination attempt on Hitler fails (also known as Operation Valkyrie).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeEKO1LTAUI/AAAAAAAABjY/uUTPfgb5JXk/s1600-h/assassin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SeEKO1LTAUI/AAAAAAAABjY/uUTPfgb5JXk/s400/assassin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323547484437545282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The remnants of the conference room soon after a detonated bomb failed to assassinate Adolph Hitler. [courtesy: German Federal Archive]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, August 2, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been doing same kind of work.  Return on August 1st from 7 day trip, Siena to Naples.  Haul French.  Pull bulldozer on trailer.  Had pass in Naples.  Send $25 PTA home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUNaaXEJaI/AAAAAAAABQw/38rywkHf0WM/s1600-h/080244richwellman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUNaaXEJaI/AAAAAAAABQw/38rywkHf0WM/s400/080244richwellman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297655284075079074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Richard Wellman posing with a flat bed.  We used these to haul bulldozers from Siena to Naples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUPlf9KmWI/AAAAAAAABQ4/45DjsYD8dWQ/s1600-h/sienatonaples.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUPlf9KmWI/AAAAAAAABQ4/45DjsYD8dWQ/s400/sienatonaples.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297657673578879330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The long journey from Siena to Naples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: August 4, 1944.  Allies liberate Florence, Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, August 4, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five day rest in Rome rest camp.  See about everything.  Buy pictures and souvenirs.  Work continues about the same.  Saw Pope Pius XII and St. Peter's Cathedral on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUV3hFTajI/AAAAAAAABRQ/uokNC6ozNjA/s1600-h/0603044_book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUV3hFTajI/AAAAAAAABRQ/uokNC6ozNjA/s400/0603044_book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297664580188858930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Road to Rome, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;published by the Fifth Army, a souvenir I picked up in Rome.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUV3osbI2I/AAAAAAAABRI/SGK5d-Ysow8/s1600-h/080444rome2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUV3osbI2I/AAAAAAAABRI/SGK5d-Ysow8/s400/080444rome2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297664582231991138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUV3VlWBbI/AAAAAAAABRA/ken-au6P_5A/s1600-h/080444Rome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUV3VlWBbI/AAAAAAAABRA/ken-au6P_5A/s400/080444Rome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297664577102022066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is me on pass in Rome, August 1944.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-8596667238584800723?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/8596667238584800723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=8596667238584800723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/8596667238584800723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/8596667238584800723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-pushing-forward.html' title='31. Pushing Forward'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYUNZpMsTPI/AAAAAAAABQY/PjfmaUuRvGE/s72-c/070744_civitavecch-to-piombino_map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-244244412625547363</id><published>2009-04-14T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:00:01.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1944'/><title type='text'>30.  Continuing North Up The Peninsula</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, June 14, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip with engineer equipment.  Anzio to E 222, Civitavecchia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYTpyBt3T6I/AAAAAAAABPQ/6fCbCuM9qGY/s1600-h/061444_Civitavecchia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYTpyBt3T6I/AAAAAAAABPQ/6fCbCuM9qGY/s400/061444_Civitavecchia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297616107358080930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ancient ruins in the village of Civitavecchia, Italy.  [photo by Vincenzo Surace]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, June 15, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday June 16, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ammo haul Anzio to Q 438, 70  miles north of Rome on highway 2.  Back in camp at 2 p.m. on June 17th. 270 mile trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, June 18, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company moves north to Civitavecchia.  I get catch in my back  I have lame back, am on sick book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYTpyLN9hNI/AAAAAAAABPY/kXVMeVvBgas/s1600-h/061844_littorio-to-civitavecch_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYTpyLN9hNI/AAAAAAAABPY/kXVMeVvBgas/s400/061844_littorio-to-civitavecch_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297616109908624594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Continuing north up the peninsula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, June 24, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been laid up for last few days with lame back.  We now have several 4 ton trucks in company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, June 25, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to work after a week lay off on account of a lame back.  Haul ammo 0447 to 0440, 160 mile trip.  See Raymond Stokes at 0447.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, June 26 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster goes to Rome on pass.  I stay in camp.  Raymond Stokes visits me all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4xiC7-tXI/AAAAAAAABNM/G-9sfBpKTRQ/s1600-h/44raystokes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4xiC7-tXI/AAAAAAAABNM/G-9sfBpKTRQ/s400/44raystokes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295724672808039794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My old friend Raymond Stokes in on right.  We hail from the same small town of Hewitt, Minnesota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYTuvbY2UnI/AAAAAAAABQA/QNf5v45rowY/s1600-h/z062644letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 487px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYTuvbY2UnI/AAAAAAAABQA/QNf5v45rowY/s400/z062644letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297621560267788914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;June 26, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear Folkes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, I finally got to see Raymond.  I saw him yesterday in a supply dump.  He was taking a truck load to the dump, and I was getting a load to take to another place.  We talked for about an hour and today he didn't have to work so he came over to see me and stayed all afternoon, as I didn't work today either.  We had a good visit, really talked over old times.  Our camps are about eight miles apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I started to work yesterday after a weeks lay off on account of a lame back.  I hurt my back by stooping over and raising up.  Just a catch in the back you know.  It's alright now.  I don't suppose Ray and I will be this close together very long.  This is the first time we have been so close together.  I don't know where Chester Tonnar is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Love, Howard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, June 28, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haul Italion rations Q 545 to Lake Bracciano, then go to Tuscicania.  A 160 mile trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYTpydS42yI/AAAAAAAABPo/HE4O1IDZRSE/s1600-h/062844_lakebracciano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYTpydS42yI/AAAAAAAABPo/HE4O1IDZRSE/s400/062844_lakebracciano.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297616114761128738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scenic Lake Bracciano, the remnants of an extinct volcano, is located just 18 miles northwest of downtown Rome. [public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, June 29, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't work, so in afternoon I go and visit Raymond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, June 30, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go on pass to Rome.  See Coliseum and St. Peter's Cathedral.  See stage show (GI) and move, "Sweet Rosie O'Grady," with Betty Grable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYT07X3NL7I/AAAAAAAABQI/MGb76ACOCF0/s1600-h/080444rome3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYT07X3NL7I/AAAAAAAABQI/MGb76ACOCF0/s400/080444rome3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297628362549571506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snapshots I took of St. Peter's Cathedral and Castle St. Angelo while on my first pass to Rome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYTpyV9JFJI/AAAAAAAABPw/LM2tf5ht_Dk/s1600-h/063044_SweetRosieOgrady_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYTpyV9JFJI/AAAAAAAABPw/LM2tf5ht_Dk/s400/063044_SweetRosieOgrady_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297616112790869138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[courtesy: www.moviegoods.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, July 1, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haul in convoy 5th Army C.P. to 15 miles above Grasita.  A 183 mile trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, July 2, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make short trip.  Gas for trans-motor pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, July 3, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster is driving 4 ton'er.  I still have no. 6, but water boy is using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, July 4, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend day working on 4 ton truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-244244412625547363?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/244244412625547363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=244244412625547363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/244244412625547363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/244244412625547363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/04/30-continuing-north-up-peninsula.html' title='30.  Continuing North Up The Peninsula'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYTpyBt3T6I/AAAAAAAABPQ/6fCbCuM9qGY/s72-c/061444_Civitavecchia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-7502421849501462672</id><published>2009-04-10T01:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:00:01.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1944'/><title type='text'>29.  Rome Is Liberated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYO02e31S8I/AAAAAAAABPI/2Qe7e5CHYog/s1600-h/z060144_sparanise-to-anzio_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYO02e31S8I/AAAAAAAABPI/2Qe7e5CHYog/s400/z060144_sparanise-to-anzio_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297276434811014082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;General area of operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: May 25, 1944.  Allies break through Anzio beach head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, May 25, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rail head haul to 0428.  Air raid at 10:30 p.m. in vicinity of dump.  About 400 trucks in the dump at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, May 26, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck releases from rail head job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, May 27, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1 p.m. I start on trip Aversa to Anzio. Haul assault boats to engineer dump on beach head. Get back at 1:30 a.m. 258 miles trip, 97 from Anzio to our camp. I saw Ray Stokes and Alvin Wright's outfits, but I couldn't stop to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4xikClzuI/AAAAAAAABNk/67boEUop1EY/s1600-h/052744_anzio-beach_today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4xikClzuI/AAAAAAAABNk/67boEUop1EY/s400/052744_anzio-beach_today.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295724681694138082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The beach at Anzio is much more peaceful today. [courtesy: www.stoa.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, May 28, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest all day.  Pop Stabino drives my truck on two day trip.  Schuster has sore foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, May 29, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck gets in in the evening.  I service truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, May 30, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haul bread from French bakery at Q 52 Teano to Q 524 Pico.  I found Chester Tonnar.  Had visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, May 31, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,000 mile check on truck and wash truck.  Pay day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, June 1, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get trip in evening Q 55 Sparanise to Q 525 Tarecino [Terracina].  112 mile trip.  Start 5 p.m., get back 1:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYOxbbapKWI/AAAAAAAABPA/u72mgbzZrpg/s1600-h/terracina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYOxbbapKWI/AAAAAAAABPA/u72mgbzZrpg/s320/terracina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297272671491926370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The view of the bay at Terracina, Italy, a quiet village on the coast, about  65 miles northwest of Naples.  Looking at this tranquil picture, it is hard to believe this place was ravaged by war just 65 years ago. [photo by Tittimi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, June 2, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My truck goes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, June 3, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get long trip, starting at 5 a.m. Sparanise to Q 521 to 0430.  Get back 7:30 p.m.  Schuster services truck and it catches fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: June 4, 1944. Allies liberate Rome, Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, June 4, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster is on first trip since his lay off.  Goes Aversa to Littoria.  Has trouble with truck, is hour behind convoy on way up.  Sent $50 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, June 5, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome is in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: June 6, 1944.  Operation Overlord begins: Allied invasion of northwest Europe, landing at Normandy, France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, June 6, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move to Littoria about 80 miles up the Italian peninsula.  I haul 12th Med. on way up.  Invasion of France today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYOp0Ivfe2I/AAAAAAAABOw/jPBta2CV1KU/s1600-h/060644_sparanise-to-littorio_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYOp0Ivfe2I/AAAAAAAABOw/jPBta2CV1KU/s400/060644_sparanise-to-littorio_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297264299882806114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving up the peninsula and pushing the Third Reich out of Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, June 7, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul colored GI's from Fondi to north of Rome, 200 mile trip.  Get first look at Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, June 9, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get trip Anzio to Q 541 north of Rome.  All day run, air raid over beach head area at midnite.  Schuster goes out with truck and trailer to haul gas above [north of] Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, June 10, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7 p.m. I get trip in convoy.  Engineer dump at Anzio to E 217 near Rome.  127 mile trip.  Back next 7:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYOtVngfh2I/AAAAAAAABO4/nzJxRCjIUN0/s1600-h/44wellman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYOtVngfh2I/AAAAAAAABO4/nzJxRCjIUN0/s400/44wellman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297268173611960162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I frequently went in convoy with Richard Wellman (pictured).  This is him in Italy with his truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, June 11, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster out all day while I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, June 12, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st echolon check on truck.  Take machine gun mount off.  At 4 p.m. I start convoy, Fondi to 40 miles north of Rome.  300 mile trip takes 21 hours.  Back next 1 p.m. on June 13th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-7502421849501462672?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/7502421849501462672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=7502421849501462672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7502421849501462672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7502421849501462672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/04/29-rome-is-liberated.html' title='29.  Rome Is Liberated'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYO02e31S8I/AAAAAAAABPI/2Qe7e5CHYog/s72-c/z060144_sparanise-to-anzio_map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-4058111601010287657</id><published>2009-04-07T01:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:00:00.838-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1944'/><title type='text'>28.  Allies Attack Gustav Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, May 11, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in convoy, haul ammo from 0471 to 0424.  Ball team loses to Medics 4 to 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: May 11, 1944.  Allies attack the Gustav Line.  The push to Rome begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, May 12, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck is out on long trip to Salerno.  Big drive starts on front last nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4pNMczuGI/AAAAAAAABM8/FtYwtUURbL4/s1600-h/gustavline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4pNMczuGI/AAAAAAAABM8/FtYwtUURbL4/s400/gustavline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295715518491375714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Red line represents the "Gustav Line," which was anchored by Monte Cassino, on the outskirts of the village of Cassino.  My position is circled in black. On the night of May 11, 1944, the Allies launched a final, devastating blow to the German stronghold in an attempt to push the enemy to the sea.  [map courtesy of Stephen Kirrage]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, May 13, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start 4:30 a.m. haul ammo Aversa to 0426, back at noon and truck goes out immediately.  Air raid at Naples and near here at 3 a.m. next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, May 14, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of air activity last few days.  I haul ammo Aversa to 0424 6 a.m. until 1 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX49EWFAgFI/AAAAAAAABOE/yfjnQS2ptkI/s1600-h/napoli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX49EWFAgFI/AAAAAAAABOE/yfjnQS2ptkI/s320/napoli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295737356689637458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Napoli Arch in Aversa, Italy. [courtesy: www.comuni-italiani.it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, May 15, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haul asphalt from Naples to Madragone.  In evening I see Marlene Dietrich in person.  At 10:00 p.m. a big air raid up toward front.  Reported that we have gained 25 miles since drive began and are now only 15 miles from beach head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4xh4BEdMI/AAAAAAAABNE/XCKOOEcUK7c/s1600-h/051544_MarleneDietrich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4xh4BEdMI/AAAAAAAABNE/XCKOOEcUK7c/s400/051544_MarleneDietrich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295724669876597954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marlene Dietrich on USO tour, 1944. [courtesy: www.prato.linux.it]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, May 17, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to haul gravel near Madragone and spend afternoon trying to find Italian engineers.  See movie, "Standing Room Only."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4xiDrvKrI/AAAAAAAABNU/zR1ffBYRvjQ/s1600-h/051744_StandingRoomOnly_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4xiDrvKrI/AAAAAAAABNU/zR1ffBYRvjQ/s400/051744_StandingRoomOnly_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295724673008347826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing Room Only [courtesy: www.photobucket.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: May 18, 1944.  German troops retreat from Monte Cassino, leading to the fall of Rome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, May 18, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,000 mile check on truck.  Other driver goes out in evening and hauls refugees from Pigno.  Back at 6 a.m. next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, May 19, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 400 Liberators fly over this morning, heading northwest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4xiU2dwlI/AAAAAAAABNc/A740Rugji-k/s1600-h/051944_liberator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4xiU2dwlI/AAAAAAAABNc/A740Rugji-k/s400/051944_liberator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295724677616747090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A vintage Liberator. [courtesy: www.richard-seaman.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, May 20, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in convoy to Q 548, French ration dump near front.  See movie in evening with Brooklyn Dodgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, May 21, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haul from E 211 to French truck head at Ausonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4-pbGh7kI/AAAAAAAABOM/JP9xFKXZUnM/s1600-h/ausonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4-pbGh7kI/AAAAAAAABOM/JP9xFKXZUnM/s320/ausonia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295739093204987458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The beautiful village of Ausonia, Italy. [courtesy: www.turislazio.it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, May 22, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:00 p.m. I make haul to 0420 to 0428, back at 6 a.m.  Air raid on front at 4:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, May 23, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul from rail head at nite to 0429.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, May 24, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at nite.  Rail head to 0429.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-4058111601010287657?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/4058111601010287657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=4058111601010287657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/4058111601010287657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/4058111601010287657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/04/28-allies-attack-gustav-line.html' title='28.  Allies Attack Gustav Line'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4pNMczuGI/AAAAAAAABM8/FtYwtUURbL4/s72-c/gustavline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-2062531279828795664</id><published>2009-04-03T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:00:00.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1944'/><title type='text'>27. Routine Work, Softball and Irving Berlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, April 25, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haul from 487 Laundry, go to Sparinese and Caserta.  Start at 7:30 a.m., lasts till 4:45 p.m.  Fair weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4aDIHKW7I/AAAAAAAABMk/cxDeIwHQ_-Q/s1600-h/sparanise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4aDIHKW7I/AAAAAAAABMk/cxDeIwHQ_-Q/s320/sparanise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295698852853734322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The village of Sparanise, Italy, as it appears today. [courtesy: www.sparaniselibera.it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4cLZwoqII/AAAAAAAABMs/XxVGbeuT7e4/s1600-h/caserta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4cLZwoqII/AAAAAAAABMs/XxVGbeuT7e4/s320/caserta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295701194053298306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;A narrow street in Caserta, Italy.  [courtesy: www.italianvisits.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, April 26, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck is on haul.  Rain last nite and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, April 27, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go on trip Aversa to 0425, start 4:30 a.m., return 1:20 p.m.  94 mile trip.  Radio broadcast from our battalion theater in evening and stage show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, April 28, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck is on haul.  I see "This is the Army" in Santa Maria, with Irving Berlin in person.  Our company wins ball game 1 to 0 from 105 AAA in our second league game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4ZY5k0SdI/AAAAAAAABMM/fFO8VhNYhUs/s1600-h/042844_thisisthearmy_book.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4ZY5k0SdI/AAAAAAAABMM/fFO8VhNYhUs/s400/042844_thisisthearmy_book.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295698127397079506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[courtesy: www.schubertiademusic.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4ZYtqHEcI/AAAAAAAABME/IyTvdME_q2M/s1600-h/042844_irvingberlin_naples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4ZYtqHEcI/AAAAAAAABME/IyTvdME_q2M/s400/042844_irvingberlin_naples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295698124198056386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irving Berlin on stage at the San Carlo Opera House, Naples, Italy, April 1944. [courtesy: National Archives]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, April 29, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make trip Q 55 to Q 53, 9:30 a.m. to 4:50 a.m.  Our ball team wins from 425 Laundry 6 to 1.  Our third league game.  Three wins, no defeats.  Air raid over Naples at 10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, April 30, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck on haul.  Pay day.  Our company beats CWS 6 to 3 in softball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, May 1, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go on haul from E 211 to French truck head from 8:45 a.m. till 3:30 p.m.  Our ball team beats PUR, 24 to 0 in fourth league game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, May 2, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,000 mile check on truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, May 3, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck on trip.  Our company beats Batt C, 405 AAA , 3 to 0 in league game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, May 4, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haul 817 Q.M. shower unit to Teano, make two trips, 7:45 a.m. till 2:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4dBjP51BI/AAAAAAAABM0/x3IMcqeDm0k/s1600-h/roman+theater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4dBjP51BI/AAAAAAAABM0/x3IMcqeDm0k/s320/roman+theater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295702124313302034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ancient Roman amphitheater ruins in Teano, Italy.  [Photo by Franco Moccia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, May 5, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck goes on trip.  Our team beats 56th Med. 7 to 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, May 6, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet day.  See movie, "The Phantom Lady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4ZZEwErsI/AAAAAAAABMU/mXFHssfjXIg/s1600-h/050644_thephantomlady_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4ZZEwErsI/AAAAAAAABMU/mXFHssfjXIg/s400/050644_thephantomlady_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295698130397081282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Phantom Lady [courtesy: www.noiroftheweek.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, May 7, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work with truck in Q 53.  Homblad there too.  Six months ago today, we same two get shelled and had air raid while doing same type of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, May 8, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck is out, not much doing around camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, May 9, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haul mail APO 541 to APO 88.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, May 10, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck goes on haul.  I see move "The Uninvited."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4ZZGyWiaI/AAAAAAAABMc/c85gHhxX90U/s1600-h/051044_theuninvited_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4ZZGyWiaI/AAAAAAAABMc/c85gHhxX90U/s400/051044_theuninvited_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295698130943510946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Uninvited &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[courtesy: www.allposters.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-2062531279828795664?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/2062531279828795664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=2062531279828795664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/2062531279828795664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/2062531279828795664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/04/27-routine-work-softball-and-irving.html' title='27. Routine Work, Softball and Irving Berlin'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4aDIHKW7I/AAAAAAAABMk/cxDeIwHQ_-Q/s72-c/sparanise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-4344361805707469677</id><published>2009-03-31T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:00:01.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1944'/><title type='text'>26. A Pass to Naples and Softball Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, April 9, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster hauls French troops.  I have day of rest.  Sunrise Easter church service, but I don't get up in time.  Six men transferred, Ambrosh, Milroy, Paghsite, Pytel, McClarrity and Malody.  Radio reports Russians in Czechoslovakia.  Starts raining in afternoon and is still raining now 9:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, April 10, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on truck in forenoon.  Cloudy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, April 11, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain last nite.  I go on ammo run 0410 to 0424.  Leave 3 a.m., get back at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, April 12, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck is out.  Warm weather.  See movie (Frank Sinatra).  Our company wins softball 9 to 8 over 55th Q.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, April 13, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,000 mile check on truck.  Wash truck.  Weather same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, April 14, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain last nite.  I got on trip at 7:15 a.m.  Aversa to Q 422.  Back in camp at 3 p.m.  Blanton backs into my truck and bends grill.  Our company defeats 55th Q.M. in softball 3 to 0, then our second team loses 5 to 1.  After game, I go to 175th Engineers and see movie, Eddie Cantor in "Thank Your Lucky Stars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4JvVKr7hI/AAAAAAAABLM/cAFcJRU9QFk/s1600-h/041444_drivers_report1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4JvVKr7hI/AAAAAAAABLM/cAFcJRU9QFk/s400/041444_drivers_report1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295680920574750226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4Jv3A7JCI/AAAAAAAABLU/aJqU1c54W1c/s1600-h/041444_drivers_report2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4Jv3A7JCI/AAAAAAAABLU/aJqU1c54W1c/s400/041444_drivers_report2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295680929660609570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A driver's accident report had to be filled out and submitted with any type of damage to our vehicles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4JwNPCepI/AAAAAAAABLc/WzDFI8iQLik/s1600-h/041444_Thank_Your_Lucky_Stars_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4JwNPCepI/AAAAAAAABLc/WzDFI8iQLik/s400/041444_Thank_Your_Lucky_Stars_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295680935625390738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank Your Lucky Stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; starring Humphrey Bogart, Eddie Cantor and Bette Davis. [courtesy: www.45thdivision.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, April 15, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather the same.  Idle today.  Play ball.  See good newsreel in evening, but don't stay for main feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, April 16, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make haul, Aversa to 0422.  Start at 12 noon, get back after 8 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, April 17, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rigsby goes home.  We see Pat Lane in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, April 18, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to Naples on pass, my first pass since I have been in Italy.  Buy souvenirs, our company loses in softball to 55th Q.M., score 10 to 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4NFfsm-yI/AAAAAAAABL8/a-cSxCIxMTs/s1600-h/041844naples2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4NFfsm-yI/AAAAAAAABL8/a-cSxCIxMTs/s400/041844naples2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295684599893392162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4NFabMyAI/AAAAAAAABL0/rSZJmRxNIR8/s1600-h/041844naples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4NFabMyAI/AAAAAAAABL0/rSZJmRxNIR8/s400/041844naples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295684598478194690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photos taken while on pass in Naples, April 18, 1944.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, April 19, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean machine gun, see show.  Our company beats 56th Evac 11 to 3.  Send package home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, April 20, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck goes out.  I received two packages from home.  I get my head shaved (for fun).  Company loses ball game 9 to 1 to shower units.  Radio broadcast from our battalion theater (5th Army Expenditionary Station).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, April 21, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our company wins 9 to 6 in softball over 95th Evac.  Lose volleyball game to 56th Med.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Satuday, April 22, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make trip Q55 Sparinese to Q 525.  All done at 1 p.m.  Softball team loses to 56th Med., score 4 to 1.  See movie "Submarine Base."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4JwPFGbEI/AAAAAAAABLs/LEu_uoaaymc/s1600-h/042244_submarinebase_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4JwPFGbEI/AAAAAAAABLs/LEu_uoaaymc/s400/042244_submarinebase_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295680936120577090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Submarine Base, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starring John Litel and Alan Baxter. [courtesy: www.cduniverse.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, April 23, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck is out.  Our company wins ball game from 3330 Q.M. company (colored), score 1 to 0 (8 innings).  First league game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, April 24, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idle day.  Windy weather.  Ball team wins from shower unit 1 to 0.  Air raid over Naples 9:20 p.m. to 10:00 p.m.  Plenty fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;True Story:  I knew a soldier who was very fond of eggs.  He found a native who had some chickens and he could buy some eggs.  He always kept them in his helmet so they wouldn't break.  One day we suddenly had an air raid.  He made a mad dash for his tent, grabbed his rifle and slammed the helmet full of eggs on his head.  After that he kept his eggs in a different place.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-4344361805707469677?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/4344361805707469677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=4344361805707469677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/4344361805707469677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/4344361805707469677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/03/26-pass-to-naples-and-softball-games.html' title='26. A Pass to Naples and Softball Games'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX4JvVKr7hI/AAAAAAAABLM/cAFcJRU9QFk/s72-c/041444_drivers_report1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-596139567927516100</id><published>2009-03-27T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:00:00.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1944'/><title type='text'>25. Springtime Comes to Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzgLuPhHpI/AAAAAAAABK0/C8Z8sUJy33s/s1600-h/031944_operations_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzgLuPhHpI/AAAAAAAABK0/C8Z8sUJy33s/s400/031944_operations_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295353753877159570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Area of operations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, February 29, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to start sending men to rest camp at Caserta.  We draw three stars for our campaign ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BACK IN THE WORLD: March 2, 1944.  Academy Award Winners: Best Picture, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casablanca&lt;/span&gt;; Best Actor: Paul Lukas (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch on the Rhine&lt;/span&gt;); Best Actress: Jennifer Jones (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Song of Bernadette&lt;/span&gt;); Song of the Year: "You'll Never Know," by Dick Haymes and the Song Spinners (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello, Frisco, Hello&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, March 2, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air raid over Naples.  We draw three Cokes, our first in 18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, March 3, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trucks haul vino (wine) from Aversa to Venafro for French.  Big drunk in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, March 4, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint our barracks bags and only one bag now.  Get new truck, old truck had 31,000 miles on it.  See John Garfield in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzgLek4JhI/AAAAAAAABKk/xEIxdLsSME8/s1600-h/030444_johngarfield.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzgLek4JhI/AAAAAAAABKk/xEIxdLsSME8/s400/030444_johngarfield.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295353749671781906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Garfield starred in films such as &lt;/span&gt;The Postman Always Rings Twice, Gentleman's Agreement&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; Four Daughters&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. [courtesy: www.listverse.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, March 15, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air raid over Naples, Aversa, Caserta and Capera.  Planes fly so low they nearly tear top of our tents off.  Wave after wave of our planes bomb Cassino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX35R1g6MdI/AAAAAAAABLE/fPzLUnt_fP4/s1600-h/cassino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX35R1g6MdI/AAAAAAAABLE/fPzLUnt_fP4/s400/cassino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295662821675774418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you look closely at the modern satellite image of Monte Cassino (click to enlarge), scars from bomb craters have become a permanent part of the landscape after the intense bombing campaign over 60 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, March 17, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn in our M1's and draw carbines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzgLezNruI/AAAAAAAABKs/hI6UHK7Mxwk/s1600-h/031744_m1_carbine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzgLezNruI/AAAAAAAABKs/hI6UHK7Mxwk/s400/031744_m1_carbine.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295353749731913442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A vintage WW II carbine.  [courtesy: www.bigredone.pl]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, March 19, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move to new area near Sparinese.  Mount Vesuvius erupts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzgLsdYrZI/AAAAAAAABK8/MBh6lpgN-o8/s1600-h/031944_vesuvius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzgLsdYrZI/AAAAAAAABK8/MBh6lpgN-o8/s400/031944_vesuvius.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295353753398455698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took this photo of Mount Vesuvius, located just six miles east of Naples, as it came to life in March 1944.  This was the same volcano responsible for the destruction of Pompeii 1,865 years earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, March 22, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crow and Kuda come back from their detached service at Naples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, March 30, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 more good conduct ribbons given out.  Not working very hard.  Have nice camp in grain field.  Nice spring weather, occasional rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, April 6, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louie Quast goes back to the "States."  He's the 4th man we have sent.  Durban, English and Lt. Johnson are ahead of him.  Schuster is out on 36 hour pass.  I haul 3 loads of bread from the 110 QM bakery to dump Q 53.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, April 7, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful day.  Truck goes on haul, Aversa to 0423, comes in at noon.  In afternoon goes on run to Sparinese.  I loaf all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, April 8, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go on haul.  Leave 7 a.m., make two trips from Q 536 Venafro to Q 52 Tiano.  Haul wine barrels and wine.  Get back 3 p.m.  Change oil and grease truck.  In evening see Joe E. Brown movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-596139567927516100?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/596139567927516100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=596139567927516100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/596139567927516100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/596139567927516100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-springtime-comes-to-italy.html' title='25. Springtime Comes to Italy'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzgLuPhHpI/AAAAAAAABK0/C8Z8sUJy33s/s72-c/031944_operations_map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-4049244707413078919</id><published>2009-03-24T01:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:00:01.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1944'/><title type='text'>24. Monte Cassino Is Attacked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzYKiyRfiI/AAAAAAAABKU/x3IREE-ukOw/s1600-h/italy+44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzYKiyRfiI/AAAAAAAABKU/x3IREE-ukOw/s400/italy+44.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295344937528819234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Area of operations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, January 1, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put anti-freeze in trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday-Wednesday, January 4-5, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russians cross Polish border.  Still hauling gravel for company area when we have no other work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday January 13, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to be about to take Cassino.  Rumor that all men overseas for 18 months get to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: January 17, 1944.  Allied forces launch attack on Cassino, Italy.  The Battle of Monte Cassino begins, one of the bloodiest battles of World War II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzRddRT3UI/AAAAAAAABJs/5EF3u4EvSgg/s1600-h/020544_cassino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzRddRT3UI/AAAAAAAABJs/5EF3u4EvSgg/s400/020544_cassino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295337565884505410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Battle of Monte Cassino was one of the pivotal battles of the Italian Campaign.  The Germans held the high ground and the battle to drive them out was long and bloody.  This was the enemy's last line of defense before Rome and the fight was fierce.  [courtesy: www.lonesentry.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, January 21, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn 29 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, January 22, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hauling ammo to dump 0420.  Germans shell the dump for several hours.  I unload my own truck under shell fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, February 1, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul Italians from 0414 to staging area near Naples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, February 5, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send $50 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, February 8, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move out of the woods into a field.  More gravel hauling and ditch digging.  Still plenty of rain but not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, February 13, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul British ammo to Caira, go within 2,000 yards of Germans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzRd7bCq3I/AAAAAAAABJ8/7TCCmTMQ-dI/s1600-h/021344_caira_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzRd7bCq3I/AAAAAAAABJ8/7TCCmTMQ-dI/s400/021344_caira_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295337573978385266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzRdq5vA5I/AAAAAAAABJ0/m6Og0hGYmKk/s1600-h/021344_caira_aerial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzRdq5vA5I/AAAAAAAABJ0/m6Og0hGYmKk/s400/021344_caira_aerial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295337569543717778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The route (in red) we took to get to the northern front during the Battle of Monte Cassino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, February 15, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monastery is bombed [the abbey atop Monte Cassino].  We are making trips up there every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzZCJaqMrI/AAAAAAAABKc/bcnuRfNmN-U/s1600-h/monte_cassino-view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzZCJaqMrI/AAAAAAAABKc/bcnuRfNmN-U/s400/monte_cassino-view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295345892791562930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The abbey atop Monte Cassino as it appears today. [courtesy: www.italianvisits.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, February 16, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul British Indians to near Caira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzReAvk07I/AAAAAAAABKE/VganmxkC_h0/s1600-h/021644_british_indians_montecassino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzReAvk07I/AAAAAAAABKE/VganmxkC_h0/s400/021644_british_indians_montecassino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295337575406687154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"British Indians," also known as Sikhs, at Monte Cassino, 1944. [courtesy: Discovery Channel]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, February 18, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear a troop ship is sunk.  10,000 men lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, February 20, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st Sgt. is transferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, February 21, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Gietzel is our official acting 1st Sgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, February 22, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start turning in our folding cots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, February 25, 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul Italian pack mules from Maddeloni to above Venafro.  I lose mule out back of truck.  Mikeski runs into ditch and gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzReZKtI1I/AAAAAAAABKM/kC01GS1iCus/s1600-h/022544_italian_mule_Venafro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzReZKtI1I/AAAAAAAABKM/kC01GS1iCus/s400/022544_italian_mule_Venafro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295337581962928978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pack mule was often the only means of transporting supplies in the rugged countryside of south-central Italy.  This photo was taken near Venafro, 1944.  [courtesy: www.45thdivision.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-4049244707413078919?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/4049244707413078919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=4049244707413078919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/4049244707413078919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/4049244707413078919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/03/24-monte-cassino-is-attacked.html' title='24. Monte Cassino Is Attacked'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXzYKiyRfiI/AAAAAAAABKU/x3IREE-ukOw/s72-c/italy+44.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-3071536741958035456</id><published>2009-03-20T01:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:00:01.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1943'/><title type='text'>23. Rain! Rain! Rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuTXFYovMI/AAAAAAAABIU/yVVEJhaXWzc/s1600-h/italy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294987811695934658" style="width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 370px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuTXFYovMI/AAAAAAAABIU/yVVEJhaXWzc/s400/italy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Area outlined in red is the general area of operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, November 7, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for ration dump [supply depot]. Air raid at 9 p.m. (strafing and bombing). In afternoon enemy shells hit around dump. Homblad and I got back to camp. Having lots of rain and cold, bad weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, November 9, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get bad case of tonsilitis and go to hospital (36th Division Clearing Co. near Capua, Italy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, November 12, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back to camp in afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, November 14, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemy shells falling all around our bivouac area. Rain! Rain! Rain! Mud and slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuTXdev2qI/AAAAAAAABIs/5Ww7wm1SRtc/s1600-h/111443snyderpayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294987818164017826" style="width: 233px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuTXdev2qI/AAAAAAAABIs/5Ww7wm1SRtc/s400/111443snyderpayne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I snapped this picture of friends Raymond Snyder and Lee Payne. I stayed in contact with both of them after the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We were truly a band of brothers. (Notice the boots, mud and more mud... and my shadow in the foreground.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, November 21, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to work again [after tonsilitis] and we move to new area over by Varaina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, November 26, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air raid at Naples and ack-ack [anti-aircraft] barrage over our bivouac area. We are hauling from Pignato rail head. Very busy. Rain! Rain! Flat tires all the time. Mud knee deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuT2pLdMzI/AAAAAAAABJE/0t5wjFaXkWg/s1600-h/112643_rain3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988353880273714" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 254px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuT2pLdMzI/AAAAAAAABJE/0t5wjFaXkWg/s320/112643_rain3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuT2YA1GLI/AAAAAAAABI8/4PiZF0IUej8/s1600-h/112643_rain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988349272299698" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 234px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuT2YA1GLI/AAAAAAAABI8/4PiZF0IUej8/s320/112643_rain2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuT2LpuMjI/AAAAAAAABI0/4BxiOzG3t6g/s1600-h/112643_rain1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988345954153010" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 219px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuT2LpuMjI/AAAAAAAABI0/4BxiOzG3t6g/s320/112643_rain1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rain! Rain! Mud! Mud! The weather was horrible in November and December, but it was nothing compared to the constant air raids. [courtesy: top - www.nzetc.com; middle - National Archives; bottom - www.history.army.mil]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAR UPDATE: November 28, 1943. Roosevelt, Churchill and Stalin meet at the Tehran Conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, December 6, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXusNJ4vBFI/AAAAAAAABJM/IiInseo18vU/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295015128896308306" style="width: 400px; height: 251px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXusNJ4vBFI/AAAAAAAABJM/IiInseo18vU/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Postcard home.  This marks my second Christmas overseas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, December 8, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent $80 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, December 18, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our outfit is changed to 235 Quartermaster Battalion, Company 3640.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuTXaPYe1I/AAAAAAAABIk/_BkwtXB8aEU/s1600-h/111443_johndockum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294987817294265170" style="width: 323px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuTXaPYe1I/AAAAAAAABIk/_BkwtXB8aEU/s400/111443_johndockum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is me with friend John Dockum in Italy, 1943.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, December 21, 1943&lt;/span&gt; Several men transferred to new company which is being formed out of our battalion. Our area is very muddy. We are doing lots of gravel hauling to fill in mud holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BACK IN THE WORLD: December 26, 1943. The Chicago Bears defeat the Washington Redskins 41-21 to the NFL Championship game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, December 28, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Articles of war are read to us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, December 31, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Years Eve I go to pick up 3rd Infantry Division.  Stay in truck all nite in snow storm. Next morning take them to staging area near Naples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-3071536741958035456?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/3071536741958035456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=3071536741958035456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3071536741958035456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3071536741958035456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/03/23-rain-rain-rain.html' title='23. Rain! Rain! Rain!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuTXFYovMI/AAAAAAAABIU/yVVEJhaXWzc/s72-c/italy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-8134126579871155162</id><published>2009-03-17T01:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:25:00.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy 1943'/><title type='text'>22. Across The Water To Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, October 2, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back from hospital today [a total of 16 days spent in hospital with yellow jaundice].  We have received orders to deploy to Italy in one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, October 5, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move staging area at 3 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, October 8, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Load on boat (LST).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtwfv9mmzI/AAAAAAAABHs/NzeoWHrnQ9M/s1600-h/100843_loading_lst_pubdomain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtwfv9mmzI/AAAAAAAABHs/NzeoWHrnQ9M/s400/100843_loading_lst_pubdomain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294949477657254706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A very rare color photograph of a LST being loaded for the journey from Tunisia across the Tyrrhenian Sea to Italy. [public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, October 9, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start for Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BACK IN THE WORLD: New York Yankees win the World Series, defeating the St. Louis Cardinals four games to one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Editor's note: despite earlier rumors that Howard's company would lose their trucks, they remained a transport outfit and retained their vehicles as they transferred to Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtzvoKGgiI/AAAAAAAABIM/fC_HfaVvkuI/s1600-h/salerno.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtzvoKGgiI/AAAAAAAABIM/fC_HfaVvkuI/s400/salerno.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294953048974983714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;This is what it looked like from a landing craft loaded with trucks, supplies and men as we crossed the Tyrrhenian Sea, heading northeast to Italy and into  a new theatre of operations. The voyage was approximately 340 miles and took 48 hours to travel. [(c) Time, Inc]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, October 11, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land at Salerno, Italy, and go to bivouac area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXty-YjYP7I/AAAAAAAABH8/VtFXlZjnwRc/s1600-h/100043_landing_salerno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXty-YjYP7I/AAAAAAAABH8/VtFXlZjnwRc/s400/100043_landing_salerno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294952202972446642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We streamed into Salerno, Italy, on October 11, 1943. [(c) Time, Inc.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: October 13, 1943.  Official Italian government declares war on Germany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, October 14, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our troops are suppose to be crossing Valturno River. I start working again about this time.  It took me a month to recover from yellow jaundice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, October 15, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move to Maddeloni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXty-b1LKjI/AAAAAAAABIE/_9yO2YSRybw/s1600-h/101543_italy_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXty-b1LKjI/AAAAAAAABIE/_9yO2YSRybw/s400/101543_italy_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294952203852393010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;The yellow dots indicate our transit to Salerno.  From there we moved to Maddeloni, northeast of Naples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, October 16, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get trip to Naples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, October 21, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air raid Naples (30 min.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, October 23, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air raid at Naples 7 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, November 1, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 min. air raid over Naples.  Plenty of fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuTXS_iNVI/AAAAAAAABIc/qc5kHyfBqJc/s1600-h/110143_naples_wreckage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXuTXS_iNVI/AAAAAAAABIc/qc5kHyfBqJc/s400/110143_naples_wreckage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294987815348745554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The remnants of a rail head in Naples, Italy, after a Luftwaffe air raid in 1943. [public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, November 5, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull out at 3 a.m., move to new area near 0414 ammo dump, across Volturno River.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-8134126579871155162?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/8134126579871155162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=8134126579871155162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/8134126579871155162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/8134126579871155162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/03/22-across-water-to-italy.html' title='22. Across The Water To Italy'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtwfv9mmzI/AAAAAAAABHs/NzeoWHrnQ9M/s72-c/100843_loading_lst_pubdomain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-7887458493400798000</id><published>2009-03-13T01:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:00:00.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Africa 1943'/><title type='text'>21. Operation Avalanche and Air Raids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, July 24, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See rodeo put on by 175th Engineers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: July 25, 1943.  Mussolini's Fascist government overthrown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, July 26, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear that Mussolini has quit his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Story: A GI was asleep in a foxhole in Italy when someone nudged him and woke him up.  It was an Italian soldier.  The Italian said, "Please capture me!"  He was tired of fighting and wanted to be taken prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, July 31, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our boys get drunk and raise cane all night in our day room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, August 6, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battalion puts on a party to celebrate our first year overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, August 7, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrific air raid at 3:30 to 5 a.m.  We get our campaign ribbons.  Sent $40 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, August 12, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move into big tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, August 16, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Bob Hope in person.  Air raid 9 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtkEuXHCpI/AAAAAAAABHc/pDd4Q6hzsHQ/s1600-h/081643_bobhope.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtkEuXHCpI/AAAAAAAABHc/pDd4Q6hzsHQ/s400/081643_bobhope.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294935819231365778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The legendary Bob Hope during a USO performance in 1943.  [photo by David E. Scherman]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, August 17, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor that Sicily has fell.  Air raid at 9 p.m.  Four of our boys slightly injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, August 18, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air raid alerts at 4 and 5 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, August 22, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three alerts (air raid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, August 26, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, August 27, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start drawing machine gun mounts for trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtkDZdLJlI/AAAAAAAABHU/tvVq1e4fflg/s1600-h/082743_BrowningM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtkDZdLJlI/AAAAAAAABHU/tvVq1e4fflg/s400/082743_BrowningM2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294935796439787090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A 50-caliber machine gun similar to the type we are now mounting to our trucks. [courtesy: www.imfdb.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, August 28, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtkEjbo4EI/AAAAAAAABHk/W9s_LomSTqU/s1600-h/082843letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 466px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtkEjbo4EI/AAAAAAAABHk/W9s_LomSTqU/s400/082843letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294935816297570370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;A letter home written on a Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Raymond Stokes is an old friend from my home town of Hewitt, Minnesota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dear Folkes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the package today.  The glasses and combs came through in good shape altho it took two months for it to get here.  I hope you have the package I sent by now.  I heard from Raymond Stokes a few days ago.  He is in Sicily now and is in a different outfit than he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About those bonds.  The ones which haven't been sent home are the ones I got when they were taking out a little from my pay each month for bonds.  I probably won't get them for some time, maybe after the war.  I also had my insurance raised to ten thousand dollars on account of you could only get a few dollars per month with five thousand but with ten thousand you could get fifty per month until you had drew ten thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Bob Hope and Frances Langford.  They put on a show here.  This will be all for now.  Thanks for the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: September 3, 1943.  Italy surrenders to Allied forces, signs armistice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, September 7, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air raid.  Seven planes shot down.  On alert for paratroopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtjZEqi8RI/AAAAAAAABHM/QtQoEhanNgw/s1600-h/luftwaffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtjZEqi8RI/AAAAAAAABHM/QtQoEhanNgw/s320/luftwaffe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294935069304221970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hitler's Luftwaffe was a constant danger at night and&lt;br /&gt;we all learned to function on little sleep. [(c) HowStuffWorks, Inc.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, September 8, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy unconditionally surrenders.  Our boys coming down with jaundice.  I'm working hard, feeling poorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: September 9, 1943.  Operation Avalanche begins: the Allied invasion of the Italian mainland, which is still defended by German forces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtwv0avrXI/AAAAAAAABH0/ZxxarewhixE/s1600-h/100043_operation_avalanche_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtwv0avrXI/AAAAAAAABH0/ZxxarewhixE/s320/100043_operation_avalanche_map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294949753731132786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the spearheads into Italy originated from Bizerte, Tunisia (highlighted in red).  Taking Italy would prove to be a hard, bloody fight as the Third Reich was slowly destroyed, piece by piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, September 16, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this time I come down with jaundice.  I go to hospital [Bizerte, Tunisia].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-7887458493400798000?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/7887458493400798000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=7887458493400798000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7887458493400798000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7887458493400798000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/03/21-operation-avalanche-and-air-raids.html' title='21. Operation Avalanche and Air Raids'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXtkEuXHCpI/AAAAAAAABHc/pDd4Q6hzsHQ/s72-c/081643_bobhope.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-7925862639933155893</id><published>2009-03-10T01:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:20:00.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Africa 1943'/><title type='text'>20. Operation Husky Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, May 26, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to buy our PX rations again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, May 27, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air raid at Bizerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, May 28, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have orders to dig foxholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, May 30, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our boys go to Bone [also known as Annaba] and draw new trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, June 1, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlpY6TiF-I/AAAAAAAABGA/htJp0hbk1Gw/s1600-h/060143letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlpY6TiF-I/AAAAAAAABGA/htJp0hbk1Gw/s400/060143letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294378713639688162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A letter home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear Folkes,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few lines this morning to let you know I am alright. I got some mail yesterday, three letters from you and they were all V letters. The latest one was dated May 11th. By the way your letters read, you must have written some letters that I haven't gotten yet. How much defense bonds have you bought for me now? And how much in the bank? I can buy defense bonds over here now and I have already bought an eighteen dollar one. You should get it pretty soon. From now on I would like to have you put all my money in the bank and I will buy the bonds over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Who did you get the horses from?  And what do they look like?  And say, did Bert get alright or how is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Guess I will close for now.  I am fine.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, June 2, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move to Ferryville [also known as Menzel-Bourguiba].  Rumored that we will lose our trucks and become dock workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, June 4, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to Bizerte to learn how to operate winch on ship.  Company moves to Bizerte.  Sent $50 home about this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXn7Wu4vq6I/AAAAAAAABGg/EizZ8Sd7Zz0/s1600-h/ferryville.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXn7Wu4vq6I/AAAAAAAABGg/EizZ8Sd7Zz0/s320/ferryville.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294539204912458658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are poised at the very northern tip of Tunisia. Just 1o0 miles to the northeast, across the Mediterranean, is Sicily which is still very much in enemy hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor's note: During the summer of 1943, the port of Bizerte, Tunisia, was a vitally important staging area for the preparation of the Allied invasion of Sicily, the heavily fortified outpost of Hitler's "Fortress Europe."  As a result, Bizerte was subject to air raids almost nightly by the German Luftwaffe in an attempt to destroy these Allied efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, June 8, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start hauling from Bizerte docks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, June 12, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn in our wool clothing.  Air raid at 8:15 p.m.  No damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, June 14, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go through gas chamber.  Working all summer hauling from docks.  Trucks run 24 hours per day.  Very tiresome work.  Weather is awfully hot and dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXoC4ws9ftI/AAAAAAAABGo/f0q9f-5B9gU/s1600-h/060043_bizerte_docks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXoC4ws9ftI/AAAAAAAABGo/f0q9f-5B9gU/s320/060043_bizerte_docks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294547486096850642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Work on the docks at Bizerte was a backbreaking, twenty-four hour a day job subject to nightly air raids.  We were preparing for another invasion. [Allen, 77]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, July 6, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air raid at 4 a.m.  Send $50 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;True Story:  During the summer of 1943 we were hauling to and from the docks of Bizerte.  One nite there was a bad air raid.  An American was guarding a bunch of German prisoners who were on a work detail on the docks.  The guard went nuts and was running around like he was crazy.  The guard had been in combat and he had a case of war nerves, or whatever they call it when your nerves are shot.  He dropped his rifle and the prisoners went chasing after the guard.   They didn't want to be separated from their guard.  They had no desire to escape.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: July 10, 1943.  Operation Husky begins: the Allied invasion of Sicily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, July 13, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See prisoners brought in from Sicily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, July 14, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXoHqOXw1TI/AAAAAAAABG4/IyKFJOLtpXA/s1600-h/071443letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXoHqOXw1TI/AAAAAAAABG4/IyKFJOLtpXA/s400/071443letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294552733921105202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you can tell by this letter, money was a constant concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;July 14, 1943&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Folkes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I rec'd the V letter tonite, which you wrote on June 23.  I was glad to get it as I haven't gotten many letters from you lately.  That was the first one for quite a while.  I have been getting more letters from Lois than from you for quite a while.  I think it's because she sends me more V letters than anything else.  I think the V letters are coming through lots faster and safer now.  I haven't been sending harldy any V letters either so perhaps you aren't getting mine.  I have been writing quite often.  I sent you a picture of me a few weeks ago.  I also sent you a package.  I also sent you a fifty dollar money order not long ago.  Now speaking of money, your letter puzzled me a little.  You say I have $357 worth of bonds and certificates and ninety in the bank.  On second thought tho, that may compare with my figures because you haven't gotten the last money order I sent and the July allotment hadn't got there yet when you wrote, and besides I have bought three eighteeen dollar bonds through the army.  Since last August I have sent you one twenty-five dollar order, three fortys and three fiftys.  That makes $295.  Then by now you should have gotten ten 30 dollar allotments.  That makes another three hundred and then my three eighteen dollar bonds from the army.  That makes nearly 650 dollars according to my figures.  Maybe your figures compare with mine by now.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-7925862639933155893?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/7925862639933155893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=7925862639933155893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7925862639933155893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7925862639933155893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/03/20-operation-husky-begins.html' title='20. Operation Husky Begins'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlpY6TiF-I/AAAAAAAABGA/htJp0hbk1Gw/s72-c/060143letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-117188617429674687</id><published>2009-03-06T01:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:08:00.765-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Africa 1943'/><title type='text'>19.  A Long Letter Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, May 21, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the North African campaign ended, I took the time to write long letters home.  We had not been able to tell our families much at all over the last six months, but now we were given the okay to describe some of the places we'd seen and things we'd done.  The following was published in the Fergus Falls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Journal&lt;/span&gt;.  It was sent to my sister, Lois.  If you've been following this blog, this is just a recap of the last 15 months of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlfZUPK2HI/AAAAAAAABFQ/pMBhPyz9KkE/s1600-h/052143letterpt01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 449px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlfZUPK2HI/AAAAAAAABFQ/pMBhPyz9KkE/s400/052143letterpt01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294367725484431474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlfZQGGXuI/AAAAAAAABFY/1RbxZcowmg8/s1600-h/052143letterpt02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlfZQGGXuI/AAAAAAAABFY/1RbxZcowmg8/s400/052143letterpt02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294367724372647650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlfZkK-J0I/AAAAAAAABFg/-Bck05T83mA/s1600-h/052143letterpt03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlfZkK-J0I/AAAAAAAABFg/-Bck05T83mA/s400/052143letterpt03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294367729761789762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlfZgB8OZI/AAAAAAAABFo/59rkyoagjIA/s1600-h/052143letterpt04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlfZgB8OZI/AAAAAAAABFo/59rkyoagjIA/s400/052143letterpt04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294367728650172818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlfZ1mOHfI/AAAAAAAABFw/vQKKhaqV54A/s1600-h/052143letterpt05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlfZ1mOHfI/AAAAAAAABFw/vQKKhaqV54A/s400/052143letterpt05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294367734439484914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlfga73eTI/AAAAAAAABF4/hEk3mDA5T94/s1600-h/052143letterpt06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlfga73eTI/AAAAAAAABF4/hEk3mDA5T94/s400/052143letterpt06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294367847541602610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-117188617429674687?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/117188617429674687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=117188617429674687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/117188617429674687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/117188617429674687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/03/19-long-letter-home.html' title='19.  A Long Letter Home'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlfZUPK2HI/AAAAAAAABFQ/pMBhPyz9KkE/s72-c/052143letterpt01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-2457694159986257847</id><published>2009-03-03T01:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:00:00.248-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Africa 1943'/><title type='text'>18. North Africa Is Liberated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlOqtBU2MI/AAAAAAAABEI/4KuFi7suSRM/s1600-h/042043_northern_tunisia_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlOqtBU2MI/AAAAAAAABEI/4KuFi7suSRM/s400/042043_northern_tunisia_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294349332497356994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Area of operations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, April 8, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do some firing, rifles, machine guns, for practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, April 10, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send $50 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, April 17, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up 18th Inf. and stay all nite with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, April 18, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp with Inf. in LaCalle vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, April 19, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 18th Inf. beyond Beja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, April 20, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull into new bivouac area near Tabarka. Haul around here from LaCalle to Beja, etc. Play ball, go swimming, don't work so terrible hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlPakSAO1I/AAAAAAAABEQ/ecgzAGx2fl8/s1600-h/042043_tabarka_tunisia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlPakSAO1I/AAAAAAAABEQ/ecgzAGx2fl8/s320/042043_tabarka_tunisia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294350154785110866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern day Tabarka, Tunisia [courtesy: www.lexicorient.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, April 30, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn in our bayonets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, May 1, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some boys have their barracks bags stolen.  We have close order drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, May 2, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start wearing leggings again.  [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Editor's note: The canvas leggings were not popular among soldiers, but was ordered by Lt. General George S. Patton, who took command of the II Corps, of which Howard was a part, in the spring of 1943.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, May 3, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American forces take Mateur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlPan2B91I/AAAAAAAABEY/EOt-3lZeGpU/s1600-h/051043_mateur_us_forces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlPan2B91I/AAAAAAAABEY/EOt-3lZeGpU/s320/051043_mateur_us_forces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294350155741525842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U.S. forces marching on Mateur, Tunisia.  [courtesy: www.history.army.mil]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, May 7, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American forces on outskirts of Bizerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, May 8, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunis and Bizerte fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, May 10, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move to Mateur and start hauling from German ration dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: May 12, 1943.  Surrender of Axis forces in North Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, May 12, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to stand reveille the first time in a long while.  War in Africa officially ends at 8:10 a.m. May 12, 1943.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlbF_UG2xI/AAAAAAAABE4/7zNOEcqJrhU/s1600-h/051243letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlbF_UG2xI/AAAAAAAABE4/7zNOEcqJrhU/s400/051243letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294362995403971346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I wrote this letter home on the day the war in North Africa ended.  I still couldn't say much, as you can tell by the censored letter.  I was correct in thinking the censor wouldn't like it. (click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;True Story: An American had been captured by the Germans. He was in a prison camp in Tunis and was released when the Germans surrendered. This American said one day, when he was prisoner, a German officer was marching a bunch of them down the street. An Arab was standing there watching the prisoners go by and he spit on the American. The American socked the Arab a good one and knocked him flat. The officer in charge halted the detail right there and walked up to the American and shook his hand.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlbGSmlDhI/AAAAAAAABFA/fctsQ69n258/s1600-h/051443letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlbGSmlDhI/AAAAAAAABFA/fctsQ69n258/s400/051443letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294363000581721618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Another letter home.  This time the censor allowed me to say I've seen lots of prisoners. (click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday May 16, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul 39th Inf. to near Constantine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, May 18, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck rolls over (not my truck) and kills half a dozen infantry boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, May 20, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from last trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXldG3AatsI/AAAAAAAABFI/9qmRQnX2OjE/s1600-h/43reichsmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXldG3AatsI/AAAAAAAABFI/9qmRQnX2OjE/s400/43reichsmark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294365209377027778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A souvenir from a German prisoner, a Zwei Reichsmarck, exchanged for a cigarette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-2457694159986257847?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/2457694159986257847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=2457694159986257847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/2457694159986257847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/2457694159986257847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/03/18-north-africa-is-liberated.html' title='18. North Africa Is Liberated'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlOqtBU2MI/AAAAAAAABEI/4KuFi7suSRM/s72-c/042043_northern_tunisia_map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-7876491512869990268</id><published>2009-02-27T01:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:00:00.674-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Africa 1943'/><title type='text'>17.  Making A Final Drive Against The Enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXj5DQGBL5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/uYCTuKm7qRA/s1600-h/030043_operations_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXj5DQGBL5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/uYCTuKm7qRA/s400/030043_operations_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294255196229152658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Area of operations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, March 6, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on another 15 miles to get troops.  Part of us get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, March 7, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start out early in a.m.  Drive 292 miles on trip.  I had bad belly ache when I get back in afternoon.  Company moves to Tebessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, March 8, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move back to Morsot this a.m.  We go to front, pick up French colored troops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXj5VPXWYQI/AAAAAAAABDY/1rsRt7EC0YU/s1600-h/43frenchlesson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXj5VPXWYQI/AAAAAAAABDY/1rsRt7EC0YU/s400/43frenchlesson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294255505271054594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I scribbled a quick French lesson in my diary prior to hauling the French-speaking Senegalese troops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, March 9, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colored troops relieve 26th Inf. We bring 26th to Tebessa. Four of our trucks tip over last night (dark, rain, slippery). The French colored troops (Singlese) [Senegalese] lost more men in these accidents then they ever did in combat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, March 10, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in camp, other driver takes truck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, March 11, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move camp to other side of Tebessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, March 12, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other driver takes truck.  I sent $150 home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, March 13, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 trucks go out.  Haul 16th Inf. to make final drive against enemy.  Two drivers in each truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXj8dLRtklI/AAAAAAAABDg/JvWTOR6uyYw/s1600-h/TunisiaHills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXj8dLRtklI/AAAAAAAABDg/JvWTOR6uyYw/s320/TunisiaHills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294258940147503698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U.S. infantry navigates the rough terrain in Tunisia. This region presented challenging and treacherous driving conditions, especially in the rain. [courtesy: U.S. Army Signal Corps]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, March 14, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop at 2 a.m.  Camp all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, March 15, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in convoy with truck. Leave 16th Inf. and pick up 26th Inf. Take them to Fairyanna. Arrive back with 16th Inf. at 1:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, March 16, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 16th to Gafsa.  Get back to our company at 3 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Story: Near the front lines some American GI's were buying eggs from an Arab farmer. They wanted something else to eat besides the same old stuff everyday. One day as they were going to buy some eggs, as they neared the place they saw a group of Germans approaching from the opposite direction. The Germans went to the house and bought some eggs. After the Germans left, the Americans went down and bought some eggs.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, March 17, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in camp all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXkNAHZJtGI/AAAAAAAABDo/aJQwCyydrGo/s1600-h/031743permitfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXkNAHZJtGI/AAAAAAAABDo/aJQwCyydrGo/s400/031743permitfront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294277132586431586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXkNAO_L5qI/AAAAAAAABDw/uUjNVCTge-U/s1600-h/031743permitinside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXkNAO_L5qI/AAAAAAAABDw/uUjNVCTge-U/s400/031743permitinside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294277134625007266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Motor Vehicle Operator's Permit, dated March 17, 1943, is finally issued to me.  Certification reads: &lt;/span&gt;"I certify that Howard W. Branstner has demonstrated proficiency in driving the types of vehicles listed below as per signed authentication:  Trucks, cargo 1/4 to 1 1/2 ton; Trucks, cargo, 2 ton &amp;amp; larger.  Signed, John A. Thomas, 1st Lieutenant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, March 18, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave in afternoon.  Take load of ammo close to front.  Get back at 10 p.m.  Get bent fender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, March 20, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck goes out.  Gets back next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, March 21, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in camp and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, March 22, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get load of gasoline on truck and come back to company at nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, March 23, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other driver unloads truck at rail head.  I leave at 9 p.m., take ammo to front (Gafsa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, March 24, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back at 9 a.m.  Drive 190 miles on the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, March 25, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner comes in from trip last nite.  I get up at 10 p.m. and get load of rations, bring back to company.  Arrive at 11:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, March 26, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner takes rations to Gafsa.  I meet him at Boshepka and I get ammo.  Take to Gafsa, arrive home at 11 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXkSW-GH0JI/AAAAAAAABEA/GFvOSeitfPs/s1600-h/Gafsa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXkSW-GH0JI/AAAAAAAABEA/GFvOSeitfPs/s320/Gafsa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294283022785826962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The outskirts of Gafsa, Tunisia, as it appears today. [photo by Jaume Olle]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, March 27, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other driver goes out.  Gets back at 7 p.m.  I get shot [vaccine] in arm, same last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, March 28, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other driver is out again today.  He gets back and I start out at 9 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, March 29, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back at 10 a.m.  Hauled ammo to Gafsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, March 30, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, March 31, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out on haul.  This work continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-7876491512869990268?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/7876491512869990268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=7876491512869990268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7876491512869990268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7876491512869990268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/02/17-making-final-drive-against-enemy.html' title='17.  Making A Final Drive Against The Enemy'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXj5DQGBL5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/uYCTuKm7qRA/s72-c/030043_operations_map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-7910410275832020541</id><published>2009-02-24T01:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:00:01.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Africa 1943'/><title type='text'>16.  Two Baths In One Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, February 24, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting today.  Schuster goes out on run last nite and hasn't returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, February 25, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still resting.  Truck gets back.  I service truck.  Our APO number has changed to 302 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZx-Uetu_UI/AAAAAAAABWA/UYAGmezgb84/s1600-h/diamond+T+4+ton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZx-Uetu_UI/AAAAAAAABWA/UYAGmezgb84/s400/diamond+T+4+ton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304253351442971970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a restored Diamond T 4 ton truck, exactly like the one  I drove.  [courtesy: www.ww2vehicles-and-meeting.be]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, February 26, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in convoy.  Haul African colored troops (Singlese) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ed. note: Senegalese]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; away from front, 80 mile trip.  Roads are very muddy.  Get back at 6 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, February 27, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company moves and we haul medics again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, February 28, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trucks park in new bivouac area out in open field near Morsot.  I get first bath in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, March 1, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuster takes truck on trip.  I get some mail, a bible from Wrightstown church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, March 2, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still resting.  Truck is out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlVwmXDknI/AAAAAAAABEg/DhqJbBAOEHE/s1600-h/Z030243pcfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlVwmXDknI/AAAAAAAABEg/DhqJbBAOEHE/s400/Z030243pcfront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294357130370060914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlVwhsKlkI/AAAAAAAABEo/ZKaIqazJmQU/s1600-h/Z030243pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXlVwhsKlkI/AAAAAAAABEo/ZKaIqazJmQU/s400/Z030243pc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294357129116423746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A postcard I wrote to my friend, Bill Irons (click to enlarge).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, March 3, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck gets back at supper time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, March 4, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on truck, grease wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BACK IN THE WORLD: March 4, 1943.  Academy Award Winners: Best Picture, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. Miniver&lt;/span&gt;; Best Actor, James Cagney (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yankee Doodle Dandy&lt;/span&gt;); Best Actress, Greer Garson (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. Miniver&lt;/span&gt;); Song of the Year, "White Christmas" by Bing Crosby (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holiday Inn&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, March 5, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take truck on trip.  Drive 114 miles.  Get bath in hot springs near Guelma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjxWE_Ou7I/AAAAAAAABDI/je30clw7R44/s1600-h/030543guelma_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjxWE_Ou7I/AAAAAAAABDI/je30clw7R44/s400/030543guelma_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294246723572382642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 114 mile trip from our camp in Morsott to Guelma, Algeria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjxWBnlpsI/AAAAAAAABDA/XCDjvG3UfUs/s1600-h/030543guelma_hot_springs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjxWBnlpsI/AAAAAAAABDA/XCDjvG3UfUs/s400/030543guelma_hot_springs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294246722667914946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The hot springs near Guelma, Algeria, as they appear today.  This is where I enjoyed my second bath in a week's time! [photo by Meddour Lakhdar]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-7910410275832020541?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/7910410275832020541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=7910410275832020541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7910410275832020541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7910410275832020541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/02/16-two-baths-in-one-week.html' title='16.  Two Baths In One Week!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZx-Uetu_UI/AAAAAAAABWA/UYAGmezgb84/s72-c/diamond+T+4+ton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-8035897462265806087</id><published>2009-02-20T01:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:00:00.948-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Africa 1943'/><title type='text'>15. No Time For Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, February 3, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease and service truck, good weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, February 4, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue work on trucks. Start camouflage net for truck. Drive truck in practice convoy. Many of our men are transferred to different outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjUeJNdsaI/AAAAAAAABBY/LQO9jCx-Q-A/s1600-h/020443letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjUeJNdsaI/AAAAAAAABBY/LQO9jCx-Q-A/s400/020443letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294214976307573154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Letter written home on Thursday, February 4, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;French North Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 4, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear Folkes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Will write you a few lines this evening to let you know I am alright and getting along quite well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As I told you before, in other letters, I would like to have you buy defense bonds with some of the money I send home and put the rest of it in the bank.  I have sent a hundred and forty five ($145) home now and besides that there is the thirty dollar allotment which you are suppose to get every month.  Have you been getting it?  You should have gotten four $30 checks from the government by now.  I have another fifty or sixty dollars to send home the first chance I get.  You said you have been writing me about eight letters per month.  I have been writing about the same number to you.  Altogether last month, I wrote twenty-five letters and received twelve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, guess I may as well close for this time, as there isn't a thing to write about.  It may be a few days before I get around to write again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Love, Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, February 5, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to pick up troops, fifty mile drive.  Leave Oran as a truck driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, February 5, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Load up headquarters company of 34th Division.  Start 8 day trip to Tunisia.  Start from Telemson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjU_g54CbI/AAAAAAAABBw/D-MwoMDFDWo/s1600-h/021143algeria_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjU_g54CbI/AAAAAAAABBw/D-MwoMDFDWo/s400/021143algeria_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294215549603547570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My first assignment (or "run") as a truck driver: delivering the 34th Division from Telemson, Algeria (also called Tlemcen) to Le Kef, Tunisia. We made stops in cities circled in yellow: Bellabas (Sidi-Bel-Abbes), Orleansville (Ech-Cheliff) and Constantine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, February 7, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start trip, get as far as Bellabas where we spend nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, February 8, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend nite at Orleansville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjU_je7j6I/AAAAAAAABBo/IROKoOtRLNw/s1600-h/020843orleansville_algeria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjU_je7j6I/AAAAAAAABBo/IROKoOtRLNw/s400/020843orleansville_algeria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294215550295838626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Algerian city of Orleansville (now known as Ech-Cheliff) as it appears today [courtesy: www.i-cias.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, February 9, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bivouac between Rovico and L'araba-Rivet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, February 11, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp at nite on mountain in snow storm near Constantine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, February 12, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled into pine woods.  Inducted in the army one year ago today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, February 13, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled out at 3 p.m.  Arrive at Le Kef at 5 p.m.  34th Division unloads here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjZJrKIimI/AAAAAAAABB4/5KUsOO0Y6Yw/s1600-h/021443le_kef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjZJrKIimI/AAAAAAAABB4/5KUsOO0Y6Yw/s400/021443le_kef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294220122201295458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern Le Kef, Tunisia. [photo by Aloui Ammar]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjf0CWWDII/AAAAAAAABCA/yTECwhdZupE/s1600-h/020043_tunisia_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjf0CWWDII/AAAAAAAABCA/yTECwhdZupE/s400/020043_tunisia_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294227447050800258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Our present location is western Tunisia/northeastern Algeria.  Here are some of the cities which I will get to know well over the next few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, February 14, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled into olive grove near Le Kef and camp with English tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, February 15, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave late in afternoon and join company near Maktar late in evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, February 16, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave late in afternoon.  Haul supplies to Ebbaksour, Tebessa.  Get load of ammo.  Bring it to company area.  Arrive at 10:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, February 17, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unload truck in company area.  Prepare to go to front and bring back troops at nite.  We break a brake line when we try to move truck.  We are in small pine trees.  We can't go on this run.  We see several enemy planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjf0uOoqBI/AAAAAAAABCI/eveUlITEYek/s1600-h/021743_messerschmittBf109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjf0uOoqBI/AAAAAAAABCI/eveUlITEYek/s400/021743_messerschmittBf109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294227458829625362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A broken brake line is bad enough.  Throw in a couple of Messerschmitt fighters and things go to hell in a handbasket real quick.  [(c) HowStuffWorks, Inc.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, February 18, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get truck fixed.  Load ammo on and take to nearby dump.  Enemy only eight miles away.  Schuster takes truck on nite run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, February 19, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take retreating troops (16th Infantry) to near Tebessa.  My first real trip.  I do nearly all the driving.  Up all nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, February 20, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive back in camp at 1 p.m.  Leave shortly, enemy has our bivouac area surrounded, are within 3 miles of us.  Haul medics to place near Tebessa.  Arrive there next 7 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjf00GOAJI/AAAAAAAABCQ/u5wp5fedrtc/s1600-h/021943_tebessa_roman+ruins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjf00GOAJI/AAAAAAAABCQ/u5wp5fedrtc/s400/021943_tebessa_roman+ruins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294227460404936850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ancient city of Tebessa, Algeria. [courtesy: www.aeria.phil.uni-erlangen.de]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, February 21, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sleep.  Meet our company near there [Tebessa] and start out at 10:30 p.m.  Haul French troops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, February 22, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sleep.  Take troops to the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, February 23, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive back in camp this p.m.  Have terrible trip.  Road was bombed.  I get 30 letters today.  First time our mail caught up with us since we started driving trucks.  Go to bed, first time in four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjf0zrFGxI/AAAAAAAABCY/kn3W0ATAMUw/s1600-h/022343pcfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjf0zrFGxI/AAAAAAAABCY/kn3W0ATAMUw/s400/022343pcfront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294227460291107602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjf1NIFN7I/AAAAAAAABCg/WXSSgM7oh-Q/s1600-h/022343pcwrongdate_exhausted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjf1NIFN7I/AAAAAAAABCg/WXSSgM7oh-Q/s400/022343pcwrongdate_exhausted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294227467123636146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wrote home before going to bed for the first time in 96 hours.  Notice I was so tired that I dated the postcard 1942 rather than 1943!&lt;/span&gt;  "Dear Folkes, Haven't written to you for over three weeks.  Have been very buisy and couldn't write.  I am well.  I got 30 letters today.  That's the first mail I have had for a month.  Love, Howard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-8035897462265806087?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/8035897462265806087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=8035897462265806087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/8035897462265806087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/8035897462265806087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/02/15-no-time-for-sleep.html' title='15. No Time For Sleep'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjUeJNdsaI/AAAAAAAABBY/LQO9jCx-Q-A/s72-c/020443letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-1297957733862341214</id><published>2009-02-17T01:00:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:22:16.368-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Africa 1943'/><title type='text'>14. Truck Drivers Wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, January 14, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APO [postal] detail in evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, January 15, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on all day pass.  Restricted to company area for one week because tent fails to pass inspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, January 16, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjF-ZIcPJI/AAAAAAAABAw/an1WT6OKI-A/s1600-h/011643_barsandgripes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjF-ZIcPJI/AAAAAAAABAw/an1WT6OKI-A/s400/011643_barsandgripes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294199037662870674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Our "homemade" battalion newsletter called the "Bars and Gripes" kept us updated on the news in and around the Second Battalion. This is my one and only surviving copy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, January 17, 1943&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Work, nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, January 18, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On K.P. [mess hall detail].  Nice warm day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, January 19, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm, work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday January 20, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day, usual work.  Get 3 shots [vaccines] in arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, January 21, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air raid last nite.  Nice day, work.  My 28th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjFVWLXI6I/AAAAAAAABAo/QjHITOGCC5M/s1600-h/stuka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjFVWLXI6I/AAAAAAAABAo/QjHITOGCC5M/s400/stuka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294198332495176610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A German Stuka dive bomber -- a familiar and dangerous part of  life in Oran. [courtesy: www.rafbombercommand.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, January 22, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing unusual, regular work in dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, January 23, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: January 23, 1943.  General Montgomery's Eighth Army takes city of Tripoli, North Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, January 24, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, load freight cars at railroad.  Rain.  Go to church in evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, January 25, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, work in warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, January 26, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work in warehouse.  Get letter from Mom.  This is answer to first letter I wrote from Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, January 27, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day, start work as checker in dump.  Get package from Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, January 28, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working as checker in "C" dump, nice day.  Cold nites and forenoons, warm afternoons.  See show, "Million Dollar Baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjPYbgg_4I/AAAAAAAABBI/oupuLEwT2Lg/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjPYbgg_4I/AAAAAAAABBI/oupuLEwT2Lg/s320/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294209380581965698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Million Dollar Baby, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starring Priscilla Lane, Jeffery Lynn and Ronald Reagan [courtesy: www.whosdatedwho.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, January 29, 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air raid last nite, work as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: January 31, 1943.  Germans surrender at Stalingrad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, January 31, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good weather, regular work.  See show "Ride 'em Cowboy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjP-ssgM4I/AAAAAAAABBQ/04NN1M3ES8A/s1600-h/cowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjP-ssgM4I/AAAAAAAABBQ/04NN1M3ES8A/s320/cowboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294210038030676866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ride 'em Cowboy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starring Abbott and Costello [courtesy: www.imdb.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, February 1, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;True Story:&lt;br /&gt;We had a kid overseas that was kind of a dummy.  He couldn't do anything right.  You couldn't trust him with anything.  They didn't know what to do with him.  They got the idea of sending him to battalion headquarters to be the colonel's orderly.  One of his jobs was to keep the latrine clean.  They had just make-shift outdoor toilets.  Someone told him if he would pour gasoline in the latrine, it would keep it sanitary.  It was a two holer.  The colonel went in there one morning and sat down.  He was a cigar smoker and he dropped a cigar butt down the other hole and 'BOOM!'  The colonel had his bottom singed.  He wasn't badly burned, but had to go to the hospital a few days.  The other officer said that did more good to boost the morale of the battalion than anything else that had happened during the war!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, February 2, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company is taken off job at "C" dump.  Company is split up.  We get trucks and will now be a transport outfit.  I will be assistant driver for Clarence Schuster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjNG_Q6x8I/AAAAAAAABBA/v7w_cBKXJEs/s1600-h/020243diamondt_truck2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjNG_Q6x8I/AAAAAAAABBA/v7w_cBKXJEs/s400/020243diamondt_truck2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294206881919322050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjNG-rBVHI/AAAAAAAABA4/dLHeArY84Nc/s1600-h/020243diamondt_truck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjNG-rBVHI/AAAAAAAABA4/dLHeArY84Nc/s400/020243diamondt_truck.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294206881760367730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are suddenly a transport unit.   Above is the Diamond T four-ton truck, which I am now very quickly learning to drive.  [photo (left) courtesy: www.autogallery.org.ru;  photo (right): public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-1297957733862341214?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/1297957733862341214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=1297957733862341214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/1297957733862341214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/1297957733862341214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/02/14-truck-drivers-wanted.html' title='14. Truck Drivers Wanted'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXjF-ZIcPJI/AAAAAAAABAw/an1WT6OKI-A/s72-c/011643_barsandgripes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-3197836886776577095</id><published>2009-02-13T01:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:45:01.144-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Africa 1943'/><title type='text'>13. Routine Work in Oran</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Editors note: the following two postcards were written by Howard to his parents; unfortunately, I am unable to reproduce their images here as they are unavailable to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POSTCARD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dec. 22, 1942  North Africa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Folks,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Just a line or two, to let you know I am alright. I am well and feeling fine. Hope every one back there is the same. This is about all I have room for so will close.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POSTCARD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dec. 25, 1942  French North Africa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Folks,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Just a few lines to let you know I am alright.  We had a nice sun-shiney Xmas here.  Will write a letter soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ever, Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXiotCPDj4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/6a4ZEz2j1cY/s1600-h/120942strarstripecensorarticle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXiotCPDj4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/6a4ZEz2j1cY/s400/120942strarstripecensorarticle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294166853621616514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Stars and Stripes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(9 Dec 1942)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;, an article reminding us of strict censorship and what may be said in our correspondence. (Note that the above postcards I wrote comply with this).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXioskDX9aI/AAAAAAAAA_w/VFK6PXMLxD4/s1600-h/120942starstripepoem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXioskDX9aI/AAAAAAAAA_w/VFK6PXMLxD4/s400/120942starstripepoem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294166845519558050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt; The Stars and Stripes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (9 Dec 1942).  A little military humor, although strict censorship was vital to our safety and the success of the invasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, January 1, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked all day.  Weather is clear and cool.  Has rained for several days.  Saw Tarzan movie.  Chicken for supper.  Wrote letters to Lois and Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, January 2, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day, worked.  Wrote letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, January 3, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on guard duty at "A" dump.  Very muddy.  We are on alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXi2yEAs-pI/AAAAAAAABAY/5i5Bm0QxITw/s1600-h/supply.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXi2yEAs-pI/AAAAAAAABAY/5i5Bm0QxITw/s320/supply.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294182333160422034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;A large supply dump similar to the one in which I worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; [(c) Time, Inc.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, January 4, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nice day, work, send $40 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, January 5, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, rain in evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, January 6, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day, machine gun class, built new tent frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, January 7, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, built machine gun nest, get Christmas package from Jean and Rene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday, January 8, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day, work in dump, get job as warehouse man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZTM0csOk9I/AAAAAAAABSY/OmYFgozZNDA/s1600-h/portware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZTM0csOk9I/AAAAAAAABSY/OmYFgozZNDA/s400/portware.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302087862748877778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Portable warehouses were quickly erected with tarpaulins and poles, which helped protect vital supplies from the elements. [courtesy: www.diggerhistory.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, January 9, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good weather, work.  Get package of candybars from Ardyce.  See show "Star Spangled Rhythm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXi1BohMeyI/AAAAAAAABAQ/-UbFPrvHv1E/s1600-h/010943_starspangledrhythm_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXi1BohMeyI/AAAAAAAABAQ/-UbFPrvHv1E/s320/010943_starspangledrhythm_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294180401635162914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Star Spangled Rhythm:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; starring Bing Crosby, Bob Hope, Fred MacMurray and Dorothy Lamour [courtesy: www.imdb.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, January 10, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day -- worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, January 11, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, very windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, January 12, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work.  Get package from Edna, also Krantz's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, January 13, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work in dump as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZTLYqu5g2I/AAAAAAAABSQ/FyZV3mN-r5g/s1600-h/supplydump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SZTLYqu5g2I/AAAAAAAABSQ/FyZV3mN-r5g/s400/supplydump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302086285970211682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another large American supply dump. [courtesy: www.diggerhistory.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: JANUARY 14, 1943.  Casablanca Conference begins between President Roosevelt and Prime Minister Churchill.  President Roosevelt announces that the war in the European Theatre can only end with the "unconditional surrender" of all German forces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-3197836886776577095?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/3197836886776577095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=3197836886776577095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3197836886776577095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3197836886776577095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/02/13-routine-work-in-oran.html' title='13. Routine Work in Oran'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXiotCPDj4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/6a4ZEz2j1cY/s72-c/120942strarstripecensorarticle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-6694782910147505266</id><published>2009-02-10T04:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T04:00:00.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Africa 1942'/><title type='text'>12. Forward To Oran</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, November 10, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemy has surrendered and immediately become our allies.  We don't trust them much for a while.  We move to town of Arzew and set up camp.  Go to bank in this town and exchange our American Gold Seal money for French money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While here I do just about everything.  One day I direct traffic at the docks.  I am sort of an M.P.  Then one day I operated telephone switchboard.  On a different day I have a walkie-talkie radio and spot trucks coming and going from docks.  I report which way they are going and whether they are empty or loaded.  Finally I get a regular job.  I am a checker at a dump [supply depot].  All I have to do is see that ammunition is piled in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX6IBZE8OMI/AAAAAAAABOg/pfKxnGuoEeA/s1600-h/goldseal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX6IBZE8OMI/AAAAAAAABOg/pfKxnGuoEeA/s400/goldseal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295819769327139010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Gold Seal notes were made in denominations of $1, $5 and $10 for use by U.S. troops serving in North Africa.  The purpose of the gold seal note was to prevent the enemy from using them as demands on the U.S. silver stockpile, since they are actually silver (demand) certificates. Today they are very uncommon. [courtesy: www.hermes-one.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday, November 19, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move to city of Oran.  Set up camp in foundry or steel mill.  Now we handle engineer equipment.  We are running an Engineer Supply Depot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXiosWOZGXI/AAAAAAAAA_g/RxBDtoUanJs/s1600-h/111942OranAlgeria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXiosWOZGXI/AAAAAAAAA_g/RxBDtoUanJs/s400/111942OranAlgeria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294166841807673714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oran, Algeria, as it looks today [courtesy: sauvonslacasbahalger.viabloga.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday, November 23, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our work is routine.  Receiving equipment, putting it in correct place and issuing it out to outfits which have requisitions to fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our first nite raid on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, November 24, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first mail call since we have been in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, November 29, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move to ballpark in city of Oran.  We start working in different engineer dump other side of town.  We go to work by truck.  My work is same, I check equipment coming in and fill orders going out.  I do the pencil work.  Arabs do the manual work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXiosYOHvwI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/P71O3ZDolvE/s1600-h/120042OranCamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXiosYOHvwI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/P71O3ZDolvE/s400/120042OranCamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294166842343407362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My battalion camp site in Oran [Allen, 101]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXiosuInczI/AAAAAAAAA_o/QZ1-7eeBzS8/s1600-h/120942starstripecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXiosuInczI/AAAAAAAAA_o/QZ1-7eeBzS8/s400/120942starstripecover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294166848225899314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXiqIqt1KMI/AAAAAAAABAA/_6aghsqUiI4/s1600-h/120942starstripecinc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXiqIqt1KMI/AAAAAAAABAA/_6aghsqUiI4/s400/120942starstripecinc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294168427856210114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My copy of volume one, first edition of &lt;/span&gt;The Stars and Stripes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in North Africa, published on Wednesday, December 9, 1942.  It includes a welcome message from General Eisenhower, Allied Commander-in-Chief, North Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;BACK IN THE WORLD: December 13, 1942.  The Washington Redskins defeate the Chicago Bears 14-6 to win the NFL Championship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-6694782910147505266?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/6694782910147505266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=6694782910147505266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/6694782910147505266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/6694782910147505266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/02/12-forward-to-oran.html' title='12. Forward To Oran'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX6IBZE8OMI/AAAAAAAABOg/pfKxnGuoEeA/s72-c/goldseal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-7843439337577384378</id><published>2009-02-06T01:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:00:01.347-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Africa 1942'/><title type='text'>11. Operation Torch Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, October 26, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 p.m. we sail from Glasgow. For several days we are making a big circle in the Atlantic Ocean. We are joining up with other ships from the U.S. and British Isles. At one time we are within 500 miles from the coast of Virginia and the Carolinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXKXRA8jNtI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/JWCqwkGupXg/s1600-h/ATLANTIC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXKXRA8jNtI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/JWCqwkGupXg/s400/ATLANTIC.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292458830681290450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The account of the voyage from Scotland to North Africa . . . is a remarkable story. In late October, 1942 ships left the British Isles heading west into the Atlantic to escape enemy air observation and then rendezvoused near Iceland and headed southward toward the Azores. When approximately due west from the Strait of Gibraltar the convoy turned and made a dash eastward and into the Mediterranean. It is still difficult to believe that the large scale preparations required to mount such an operation could have been unobserved. Tension was high and submarine attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; awaited momentarily but all remained quiet. On D-Day minus-2 the convoy slipped into the Mediterranean through the Strait and only then did realization dawn that complete surprise might indeed be achieved. [Allen, 41]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, November 7, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The night before the invasion, Lieutenant Commander E.J. Tamlyn extended an "Invitation to a Beach Party" to all officers involved in the Operation Torch "Landing Party," which my outfit is a part of.  The following invitation was sent to Lieutenant Max Cherney, one of the officers in my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXZL8LNrxKI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/NM3-le6uf5o/s1600-h/beachpartyinvite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXZL8LNrxKI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/NM3-le6uf5o/s400/beachpartyinvite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293501909195015330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;[Allen, 43]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, November 8, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land in North Africa.  We land on H HOUR D DAY, which is at midnite.  Our outfit is first.  We have help.  We have a spy on the beach with a flash lite to steer the first bunch in.  My platoon isn't first.  We don't land until about day break.  Now we find out that a unit of U.S. Rangers have landed just ahead of our first wave, they are destroying enemy machine gun nests and coast guard artillery battalion.  Some paratroopers have also landed a few miles inland and captured airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXeOoCBW8qI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lCcOGdMgJ0Y/s1600-h/110842operation_torch_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXeOoCBW8qI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lCcOGdMgJ0Y/s320/110842operation_torch_map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293856705385788066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A map of Operation Torch.  I am with the Central Task Force, landing at Red Beach (circled).  We land just south of the town of Arzew, Algeria, east of the large port city of Oran, Algeria. [courtesy: www.dean.usma.edu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXfJj2HjiEI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/2Wuc91W6mt0/s1600-h/Z110842beachheadstleu-ibiblio.org.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXfJj2HjiEI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/2Wuc91W6mt0/s400/Z110842beachheadstleu-ibiblio.org.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293921504657115202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXeOoWXFQ2I/AAAAAAAAA-I/Xd1Rm_65WpQ/s1600-h/landing-arzeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXeOoWXFQ2I/AAAAAAAAA-I/Xd1Rm_65WpQ/s320/landing-arzeu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293856710845612898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Above are American troops of the Central Task Force landing on Red Beach, south of  Arzew, Algeria, on November 8, 1942.  These pictures were taken after daybreak, shortly after my platoon landed.  [top photo courtesy: www.ibiblio.com; bottom photo: public domain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, November 8 - Monday, November 9, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next two days is full of confusion.  My company captures village of St. Lew.  Also capture freight train, which is loaded mostly with barrels of wine.  The enemy is mostly troops of the French Foreign Legion, with a few Germans.  They recapture airport from our paratroops.  They take our airplanes and strafe us on the beach.  My outfit is now unloading ships and stocking supply and equipment on the beach.  Our tanks and infantry recapture airport.  It changed hands three times in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXfGSghswWI/AAAAAAAAA_I/XHR08B4aCwg/s1600-h/torch+map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXfGSghswWI/AAAAAAAAA_I/XHR08B4aCwg/s400/torch+map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293917908268532066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My company captures the town of St. Lew (also known as Bettioua). The town of St. Cloud (also known as Gdyel) was an important stronghold during the invasion's first 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our infantry has captured town of St. Cloud [Gdyel].  Now the enemy has them surrounded and pinned down.  They are helpless.  We fear the enemy will now try to capture the beach head, which is my outfit and all the supplies we have there.  Things look pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to dig in to form a second line of defense.  We have orders not to surrender, but fight to the last man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several hours, it was in middle of nite, good news.  Tanks from 1st Amored Division had reached St. Cloud.  They completely wiped out the enemy troops which had the infantry pinned down.  The enemy was only an infantry outfit and had no defense against tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-7843439337577384378?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/7843439337577384378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=7843439337577384378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7843439337577384378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/7843439337577384378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/02/11-operation-torch-begins.html' title='11. Operation Torch Begins'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXKXRA8jNtI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/JWCqwkGupXg/s72-c/ATLANTIC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-5631184664389468796</id><published>2009-02-03T01:00:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:00:09.236-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United Kingdom 1942'/><title type='text'>10. "We are getting ready for an invasion."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEdQRR-kBI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/TX00vWyR8qY/s1600-h/092442northernireland+_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEdQRR-kBI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/TX00vWyR8qY/s400/092442northernireland+_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292043202490961938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Area of operations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: SEPTEMBER 2, 1942.  Rommel driven back in Battle of Alam Halfa, North Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, September 17, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEa4bUZW3I/AAAAAAAAA6o/unx4pytN0iE/s1600-h/091742payrecord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEa4bUZW3I/AAAAAAAAA6o/unx4pytN0iE/s320/091742payrecord.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292040593845345138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEa4kJqJFI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-YKDV_dT498/s1600-h/091742payrecord2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEa4kJqJFI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-YKDV_dT498/s320/091742payrecord2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292040596216226898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEa4wzZzmI/AAAAAAAAA64/7jQD6cL1NPs/s1600-h/091742payrecord3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEa4wzZzmI/AAAAAAAAA64/7jQD6cL1NPs/s320/091742payrecord3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292040599612542562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;My pay record for overseas hazardous duty pay was opened on September 17, 1942. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, September 24, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train at Beach Hill Camp near Londonderry for about five weeks.  We now move, go by truck to New Castle, [Northern] Ireland.  Here we set up camp and continue our training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEghU4inlI/AAAAAAAAA7o/O_duoKbSXSc/s1600-h/092442newcastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEghU4inlI/AAAAAAAAA7o/O_duoKbSXSc/s320/092442newcastle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292046794050674258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newcastle, Northern Ireland, as it appears today. [photo by Astrid Lied]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, September 26, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire rifles on range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, October 3, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave at 3 a.m., go by truck to Belfast.  Load on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;USS Brazil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEhx0HZlhI/AAAAAAAAA7w/vkiHo6hadjA/s1600-h/100342belfasttoliverpool_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEhx0HZlhI/AAAAAAAAA7w/vkiHo6hadjA/s400/100342belfasttoliverpool_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292048176824030738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The route from Belfast, Northern Ireland, to Liverpool, England, and on to Crewe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, October 4, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at Liverpool, England. Go by train to city of Crewe, about 30 miles from Liverpool. Here, our camp is at Crewe Hall, an old castle 2 or 3 miles from Crewe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEd1ggmpTI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/rQPpPtIBsrM/s1600-h/100442crewe_hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEd1ggmpTI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/rQPpPtIBsrM/s400/100442crewe_hall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292043842234000690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crewe Hall as it appears today; Crewe, Cheshire, England. We used this castle as camp for 10 days. [courtesy: www.cheshire.gov.uk]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;BACK IN THE WORLD: October 5, 1942.  St. Louis Cardinals win the World Series, defeating the New York Yankees four games to one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, October 8, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our outfit is reorganized. We are getting ready for an invasion. I am to be a bridge carpenter, altho I have hardly ever seen a bridge. I had been a radio operator, but didn't have a radio to operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now plain old combat engineers. Our company will be the "beach party." We will land ahead of everything and prepare the beach for other units to follow, including infantry, tanks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, October 9, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on nite problem [training]. We train part of the nite. I help lay summervelt matting which will keep tanks and trucks from getting stuck in the soft sand on beach. I also have walkie-talkie radio so our unit can keep in contact with other units in the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, October 14, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Load everything we have on train and go to Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, October 16, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Load on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HMS Durban Castle&lt;/span&gt;. This ship is from the South African ship lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXKfB1BKMtI/AAAAAAAAA8g/JoO30_2FipA/s1600-h/DurbanCastle-03_simplonpc.co.uk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXKfB1BKMtI/AAAAAAAAA8g/JoO30_2FipA/s400/DurbanCastle-03_simplonpc.co.uk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292467365874381522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A postcard of&lt;/span&gt; HMS Durban Castle&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [courtesy: www.simplonpc.co.uk]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, October 19, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anchored off Glasgow, Scotland. Here we continue our training on the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, October 21, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climb down side of ship on rope netting with full field pack. It is foggy, netting is slippery. We go from top of ship down to the water and back up again. Several of our men fall and get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXKc52P2vuI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/gyyXYaFovsE/s1600-h/179net_prac_45thdivision.org.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXKc52P2vuI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/gyyXYaFovsE/s320/179net_prac_45thdivision.org.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292465029742247650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Soldiers climbing rope netting with full field pack in a training maneuver during World War Two [courtesy: www.45thdivision.org]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, October 24, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training on ship while anchored at Glasgow. Have nite problem [training].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: November 1, 1942.  Operation Supercharge begins; Allies break Axis lines at the Battle of El Alamein, North Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-5631184664389468796?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/5631184664389468796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=5631184664389468796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/5631184664389468796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/5631184664389468796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/01/13.html' title='10. &quot;We are getting ready for an invasion.&quot;'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEdQRR-kBI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/TX00vWyR8qY/s72-c/092442northernireland+_map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-3935177328841965184</id><published>2009-01-30T01:00:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:00:00.987-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States 1942'/><title type='text'>9.  Off to War...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Early August 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told deployment overseas is imminent. We still do not know where we are going for sure, but we believe it will be the United Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, August 2, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWuaunCJ14I/AAAAAAAAA28/aqFbSuj1BgA/s1600-h/080242pcfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWuaunCJ14I/AAAAAAAAA28/aqFbSuj1BgA/s320/080242pcfront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290492312819455874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWuaoJG2QXI/AAAAAAAAA20/IldQ_hL50CM/s1600-h/080242pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWuaoJG2QXI/AAAAAAAAA20/IldQ_hL50CM/s320/080242pc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290492201706865010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A post card of the camp headquarters at Camp Edwards, sent to my mother:&lt;/span&gt; "Well this is a quiet Sunday. I have been washing some clothes. The sun was shining and it was nice and warm but now it has clouded up and is chilly. I had a $40 money order sent to you yesterday. Hope you got it. As Ever, Howard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, August 3, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWuavNdW1sI/AAAAAAAAA3E/aJOWnyllouI/s1600-h/080342idcardcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWuavNdW1sI/AAAAAAAAA3E/aJOWnyllouI/s320/080342idcardcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290492323134101186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWuavXTaxYI/AAAAAAAAA3M/HBZH6rqfC0o/s1600-h/080342idcardinside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWuavXTaxYI/AAAAAAAAA3M/HBZH6rqfC0o/s320/080342idcardinside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290492325776770434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;We are issued identification cards on August 3, 1942, as we prepare to deploy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWufMA8rs6I/AAAAAAAAA4s/yGX2CNd20NY/s1600-h/Zaddressbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWufMA8rs6I/AAAAAAAAA4s/yGX2CNd20NY/s320/Zaddressbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290497216038548386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all double check our address books before we deploy overseas.  This is a page from my address book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, August 4, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Movement to the New York Port of Embarkation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;began on August 4th with one train-load of troops following at about one-hour intervals from Camp Edwards to Pier 13 on Staten Island, where movement was completed on August 5th, and the Brigade was embarked on the S.S.'s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wakefield&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Allen, 28].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, August 6, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave Brooklyn, N.Y. at 5 a.m. on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;USS Wakefield&lt;/span&gt;.  We join a convoy of ships and sail in a northeasterly direction toward Nova Scotia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWui2_JIPRI/AAAAAAAAA48/OJnpZrXdYpg/s1600-h/uss+wakefield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWui2_JIPRI/AAAAAAAAA48/OJnpZrXdYpg/s320/uss+wakefield.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290501252823137554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;USS Wakefield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [courtesy: www.far-eastern-heroes.org.uk]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;USS Wakefield&lt;/span&gt; was formerly known as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SS Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;, a luxurious passenger liner that had been launched Dece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mber 6, 1931.  The ship was chartered by the U.S. Government on July 6, 1942 for a period of six years and the name changed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wakefield&lt;/span&gt;, named after an American shrine, the birthplace of George Washington.  She safely delivered the 1st Engineer Amphibian Brigade to Glasgow, Scotland in August 1942.  On the return trip, a fire of unknown origin broke out on September 3, 1942, which could not be controlled.  Special fire-fighting equipment was flown in and the fire was finally extinguished on September 12t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;h. [Allen, pages 31-32].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: AUGUST 7, 1942.  British General Bernard Montgomery takes command of the Eighth Army in North Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, August 8, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anchored in harbor at Halifax, Nova Scotia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, August 9, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are joined by several other ships in Halifax and our group moves out today, following a northern route past the shores of Newfoundland and into the dangerous North Atlantic.  We sail just south of Iceland and around the northern tip of Ireland to drop anchor at the Firth of Clyde, near Glasgow, Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYJCYQ4_bgI/AAAAAAAABOo/TCF8skh4OjY/s1600-h/ireland.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SYJCYQ4_bgI/AAAAAAAABOo/TCF8skh4OjY/s400/ireland.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296869096359423490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, August 17, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at Glasgow, Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWuse65CfzI/AAAAAAAAA5E/3BpucANA944/s1600-h/800px-Holy_Loch_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWuse65CfzI/AAAAAAAAA5E/3BpucANA944/s400/800px-Holy_Loch_06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290511834481327922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firth of Clyde, Scotland. [photo by Dave Souza]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wednesday, August 19,1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Arrive at Belfast, Northern Ireland.  Unload from ship &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;USS Wakefield&lt;/span&gt; and load on smaller ship, sort of a ferry boat and go to Londonderry. Go by truck to Beach Hill Camp, which is about 3 miles from Londonderry and very close to border of Irish Free State. Here we train very hard for several weeks. We really are getting fed very good. Every one is very husky and in best physical condition of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEa42Cr3OI/AAAAAAAAA7A/tkgEHWzUOc4/s1600-h/081942guildhall-londonderry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SXEa42Cr3OI/AAAAAAAAA7A/tkgEHWzUOc4/s320/081942guildhall-londonderry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292040601018817762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Guild Hall in Londonderry, Northern Ireland, dominates the landscape. [courtesy: www.planetware.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-3935177328841965184?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/3935177328841965184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=3935177328841965184&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3935177328841965184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3935177328841965184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/01/9-off-to-war.html' title='9.  Off to War...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWuaunCJ14I/AAAAAAAAA28/aqFbSuj1BgA/s72-c/080242pcfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-3770957871640747057</id><published>2009-01-27T01:00:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:00:01.393-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States 1942'/><title type='text'>8. Training at Camp Edwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWoak29IFLI/AAAAAAAAA2E/dYruGb6mMdI/s1600-h/musa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290069932829578418" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWoak29IFLI/AAAAAAAAA2E/dYruGb6mMdI/s400/musa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, June 13, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are processed and loaded on a train this hot Texas summer morning. We are eastward-bound to Camp Edwards, Massachusetts, located about 65 miles south of Boston. The trip is a long one; over 1,600 miles. Our basic training is completed,we are soldiers now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[courtesy: www.maps.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWkEzIYUhcI/AAAAAAAAA0U/JkkAfg7c3HQ/s1600-h/061342pcfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289764513792689602" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 190px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWkEzIYUhcI/AAAAAAAAA0U/JkkAfg7c3HQ/s320/061342pcfront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWkEzdaAOII/AAAAAAAAA0c/avUD4azxaRA/s1600-h/061342pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289764519436892290" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 192px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWkEzdaAOII/AAAAAAAAA0c/avUD4azxaRA/s320/061342pc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post card of the Baker Hotel in Mineral Wells, Texas, "Where American Drinks Its Way To Health," sent to my mother:&lt;/span&gt; "Dear Folkes, We are eateing dinner now in the Baker Hotel in Mineral Wells. Hope every thing is ok at home. Howard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, June 14, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWkEzlytjGI/AAAAAAAAA0s/PJBkNThJ3rw/s1600-h/061442pcfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289764521688009826" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 202px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWkEzlytjGI/AAAAAAAAA0s/PJBkNThJ3rw/s320/061442pcfront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWkEztIBv_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZEwBBtMVoEY/s1600-h/061442pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289764523656462322" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 209px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWkEztIBv_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZEwBBtMVoEY/s320/061442pc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post card from the Southern Hotel in El Reno, Oklahoma, sent to my mother:&lt;/span&gt; "Dear Folkes, We just had breakfast here in this town at this hotel. Your Son, Howard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ednesday, Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWkILD1VuZI/AAAAAAAAA08/KV_7oty7xNM/s1600-h/campedwards_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289768223423969682" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 296px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWkILD1VuZI/AAAAAAAAA08/KV_7oty7xNM/s320/campedwards_map.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;e 17, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four days by train, we arrive at Camp Edwards, Massachusetts. We are processed and I am assigned to 1st Engineer Amphibian Brigade, 591st Engineer Boat Regiment, 2nd Battalion, Company E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWkLbscKccI/AAAAAAAAA1U/6mzd8xdKP5M/s1600-h/CampEdwardsMass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289771807737016770" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWkLbscKccI/AAAAAAAAA1U/6mzd8xdKP5M/s320/CampEdwardsMass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A post card of the division headquarters at Camp Edwards as it looked while I was stationed there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAR UPDATE: June 21, 1942. German General Rommel's troops capture city of Tobruk, located in North Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: JULY 1, 1942. First battle of El Alamein begins in North Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We have learned we will become amphibious troops. We will undergo intense training for the next six weeks before deploying overseas. We do not know our destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWmC8rSjc8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/A0z870eTo2U/s1600-h/amphibious+training2+wasburn+island+wwwmassgov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289903216247665602" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 257px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWmC8rSjc8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/A0z870eTo2U/s320/amphibious+training2+wasburn+island+wwwmassgov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWmC8kZoelI/AAAAAAAAA1c/qny7KYBjlkY/s1600-h/amphibious+training1+wwwmassgov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289903214398306898" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 271px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWmC8kZoelI/AAAAAAAAA1c/qny7KYBjlkY/s320/amphibious+training1+wwwmassgov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Training on Washburn Island, Massachusetts, a division of Camp Edwards. We are training for an amphibious assault, learning how to quickly and effectively establish a beach head. The training is intense and difficult during the hot summer months (courtesy: www.mass.gov).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWmC8-89szI/AAAAAAAAA1s/HQFUx3muDTQ/s1600-h/washburn+today+wwwbostoncom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289903221525820210" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWmC8-89szI/AAAAAAAAA1s/HQFUx3muDTQ/s320/washburn+today+wwwbostoncom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The beaches of Washburn Island as they appear today. The landing craft have been replaced by fishing boats. (courtesy: www.boston.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;True Story:  We had a very shy man with a quiet voice in our company.  One day we were told to police the company area.  We would line up abreast and pick up cigarette butts, match stems, etc.  In that soft, whiney voice he said, 'I've picked up four thousand of these damned things and I don't even smoke.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;True Story:  This same guy one day in the chow line, walked up to the mess tent, looked in the kettle and said, 'What have you got?'  The cook answered, 'Same shit.'  The guy replied, 'Well... give me some.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWmC8-_iQ2I/AAAAAAAAA10/ZywivTEHKP0/s1600-h/42lifepoem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289903221536605026" style="width: 250px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWmC8-_iQ2I/AAAAAAAAA10/ZywivTEHKP0/s320/42lifepoem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWmC87knbUI/AAAAAAAAA18/qo42QFkt9aQ/s1600-h/42lifepoem2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289903220618390850" style="width: 253px; cursor: pointer; height: 130px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWmC87knbUI/AAAAAAAAA18/qo42QFkt9aQ/s320/42lifepoem2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hand-copied this poem, "Life of a Soldier," written by a fellow soldier going through training at Camp Edwards at the same time I was there (click on letter to read - letter is in two parts.  WARNING: May contain language offensive to some).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX5B9pNXlaI/AAAAAAAABOU/LRc2UwKFlag/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295742739124032930" style="width: 400px; height: 301px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SX5B9pNXlaI/AAAAAAAABOU/LRc2UwKFlag/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;This photo was taken while still in the States in 1942.  My buddy Walen is on the right.  He never came home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-3770957871640747057?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/3770957871640747057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=3770957871640747057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3770957871640747057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3770957871640747057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/01/8-training-at-camp-edwards.html' title='8. Training at Camp Edwards'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWoak29IFLI/AAAAAAAAA2E/dYruGb6mMdI/s72-c/musa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-3695333615153016507</id><published>2009-01-23T00:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:31:01.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States 1942'/><title type='text'>7. Goodbye Camp Wolters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;May through June 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: MAY 6, 1942. Surrender of all U.S. Forces in the Philippines. General MacArthur vows, "I shall return."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaBwW2mruI/AAAAAAAAAys/oJr6y4xQGHA/s1600-h/wolters0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289057480161537762" style="width: 205px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaBwW2mruI/AAAAAAAAAys/oJr6y4xQGHA/s320/wolters0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaBwowZMzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/0wJFamR_jWQ/s1600-h/wolters0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289057484967326514" style="width: 210px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaBwowZMzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/0wJFamR_jWQ/s320/wolters0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More pictures sent home from Camp Wolters. This is me (left) posing next to a tree. The caption on the picture to the right says: "I still had on the wool uniform in this picture."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaBxOVnA2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/8CrWrx61qzU/s1600-h/wolters0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289057495055532898" style="width: 218px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaBxOVnA2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/8CrWrx61qzU/s320/wolters0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaBxYvtQ7I/AAAAAAAAAzE/8mvKmJm836k/s1600-h/wolters0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289057497849349042" style="width: 208px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaBxYvtQ7I/AAAAAAAAAzE/8mvKmJm836k/s320/wolters0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Our last few days at basic training. Caption on the picture to the right: "Reuben Johnson with me here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaDljDciDI/AAAAAAAAAzc/WwvOYqreof0/s1600-h/postcardgasmask.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289059493481318450" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 207px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaDljDciDI/AAAAAAAAAzc/WwvOYqreof0/s320/postcardgasmask.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Postcard from Camp Wolters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Monday, May 25, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come down with scarlet fever, in hospital at Camp Wolters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaKTtAMA7I/AAAAAAAAAzs/cby-zcO50rw/s1600-h/0342cmpwoltershospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289066883495756722" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 202px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaKTtAMA7I/AAAAAAAAAzs/cby-zcO50rw/s320/0342cmpwoltershospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaDlUVbsGI/AAAAAAAAAzU/R85H_8RCIpI/s1600-h/0342cmpwoltershospitaltoday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289059489530228834" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 216px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaDlUVbsGI/AAAAAAAAAzU/R85H_8RCIpI/s320/0342cmpwoltershospitaltoday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bought a postcard of the hospital division at Camp Wolters, since I spent a week there with measles in March and over three weeks with scarlet fever in late May-early June. The satellite image (bottom) shows what the same area looks like today. A landmark feature is the horseshoe-shaped roundabout which is present in both images (circled). Note none of the original buildings are there any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WAR UPDATE: JUNE 4, 1942. Battle of Midway. Four Japanese aircraft carriers sunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Second week of June 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recovered from scarlet fever. We have now received our orders to report to Camp Edwards, Massachusetts, for further training and subsequent deployment overseas. We will most likely deploy to the European Theatre of Operations, but we can't really be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaDmCsllOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/4VuE-dlBlvQ/s1600-h/wolters+old+barracks+%28jason+watts%292003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289059501975377122" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaDmCsllOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/4VuE-dlBlvQ/s320/wolters+old+barracks+%28jason+watts%292003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a ghost of the past rising from the undergrowth, an abandoned building still stands from the original Camp Wolters. The men who trained here are gone, but they will never be forgotten. This photograph was taken in 2003. [photo by Sgt. Jason Watts]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-3695333615153016507?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/3695333615153016507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=3695333615153016507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3695333615153016507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3695333615153016507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-goodbye-camp-wolters.html' title='7. Goodbye Camp Wolters'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWaBwW2mruI/AAAAAAAAAys/oJr6y4xQGHA/s72-c/wolters0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-8266512162743466763</id><published>2009-01-20T01:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:27:30.126-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States 1942'/><title type='text'>6. Basic Training Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;April 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A typical day at Camp Wolters: &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6:00 AM: Reveille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6:45 AM: Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7:00 AM: Clean up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7:30 AM - 12 NOON: Drill and Instruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1:00 PM - 4:30 PM: Instruction (radio school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5:15 PM: Retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5:30 PM: Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5:30 PM - 11:00 PM: Free time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 11:00 PM: Taps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;True Story:&lt;/span&gt; I was getting basic training in Camp Wolters, Texas, one of the guys was on guard duty.  They sent him to the hospital to guard a prisoner.  A kid who was serving time in the guard house became very sick and was in the hospital.  The army rules are that a prisoner must be guarded at all times.  This kid was very sick, in fact, on his death bed.  They had called his family in.  He was dying with pneumonia.  The guard said, 'There I sat with my rifle in my hands.  The kid died.  The mother and sister were crying.  Did I ever feel out of place.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ6Yty0RxI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Tra0DKpXax8/s1600-h/longhornhome42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ6Yty0RxI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Tra0DKpXax8/s320/longhornhome42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289049377421412114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ6ZHEKUmI/AAAAAAAAAx0/A6AciY0pArc/s1600-h/041642longhorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ6ZHEKUmI/AAAAAAAAAx0/A6AciY0pArc/s320/041642longhorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289049384205046370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Camp Wolters Longhorn&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was the camp newspaper "Published for soldiers by soldiers."  We could send these home so our family and friends could keep updated on what we were doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ6aPSaO0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/Xxgm-il3kIg/s1600-h/radioschool_firstlieulesterlindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ6aPSaO0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/Xxgm-il3kIg/s320/radioschool_firstlieulesterlindow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289049403592162114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is from a copy of &lt;/span&gt;The Longhorn&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that I sent home.  I wrote at the top of the page "The man at the top is one of my instructors" for radio school, which I am currently attending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ6Zq3Ft9I/AAAAAAAAAyE/5mkHXXL5DyM/s1600-h/radioschnotes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ6Zq3Ft9I/AAAAAAAAAyE/5mkHXXL5DyM/s320/radioschnotes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289049393813895122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ6ZW-lylI/AAAAAAAAAx8/AGdW85RHMmc/s1600-h/radioschnotes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ6ZW-lylI/AAAAAAAAAx8/AGdW85RHMmc/s320/radioschnotes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289049388476648018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My handwritten notes from radio school classes.  This was a crash course and a lot of information had to be digested quickly.  Luckily, I had a pretty good radio background already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ86k2RVeI/AAAAAAAAAyU/iK_hpDXVAQo/s1600-h/wolterstheatre40s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ86k2RVeI/AAAAAAAAAyU/iK_hpDXVAQo/s320/wolterstheatre40s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289052158158788066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ86ssF3HI/AAAAAAAAAyc/k3Qab7iq0y4/s1600-h/wolterstheatre70s+fwcvhpa.org.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ86ssF3HI/AAAAAAAAAyc/k3Qab7iq0y4/s320/wolterstheatre70s+fwcvhpa.org.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289052160263576690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not all of our time was spent in drill and instruction.  I snapped this picture (left) of a bunch of soldiers lining up to get into the camp movie theater.  The photo to the right  is of the very same building in the early 1970s, taken from almost the exact same position [courtesy: www.fwcvhpa.com].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ-RQzFb6I/AAAAAAAAAyk/hJ7MgZXpuvE/s1600-h/wolters0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ-RQzFb6I/AAAAAAAAAyk/hJ7MgZXpuvE/s320/wolters0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289053647425335202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caption on back of picture: "Me, Clarence Hazleton of Mpls is in center, Reuben Johnson from Henning is on the right.  We were eating ice cream."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Camp Wolters, Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-8266512162743466763?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/8266512162743466763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=8266512162743466763&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/8266512162743466763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/8266512162743466763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/01/6-basic-training-continues.html' title='6. Basic Training Continues'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZ6Yty0RxI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Tra0DKpXax8/s72-c/longhornhome42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-3234385161317305655</id><published>2009-01-16T01:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:00:01.470-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States 1942'/><title type='text'>5. Basic Training Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZyAe_CWYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/h9icybP-u2I/s1600-h/ZUSED42BerthaHerald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZyAe_CWYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/h9icybP-u2I/s400/ZUSED42BerthaHerald.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289040165036251522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;February and March 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Fergus Falls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Daily Journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (right): "Private Howard W. Branstner, son of Mr. and Mrs. Chris Branstner of Oak Valley, has been in the service of his country since February 12. He is taking up radio work at Camp Wolters, Texas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZquKOj0NI/AAAAAAAAAws/clLztpIrEB4/s1600-h/42BerthaHerald.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now begin 13 weeks of basic training, preparing us for whatever enemy we may face. Some of us will deploy to the South Pacific, others will be ordered to the European Theatre. Still others will go to places we don't even know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us will come home, but some of us won't. The only thing we know for sure is we know nothing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZrCFEjn2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/FXCalon7fcI/s1600-h/cmpwoltersphoto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZrCFEjn2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/FXCalon7fcI/s320/cmpwoltersphoto.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289032495858425698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A snapshot I took of Area 6, which is where my barracks are located.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZtCV-3xEI/AAAAAAAAAxE/VerBcuSQSyQ/s1600-h/wolters0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZtCV-3xEI/AAAAAAAAAxE/VerBcuSQSyQ/s320/wolters0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289034699421238338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZtCB6NC7I/AAAAAAAAAw8/c6v6riz1L8g/s1600-h/031542wolters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZtCB6NC7I/AAAAAAAAAw8/c6v6riz1L8g/s320/031542wolters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289034694032952242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is me at Camp Wolters (left) standing in from of my barracks. To the right, caption on the back of the picture: "Walter Irish is on the left.  I am in center and Fritz on the right.  It was hot the day this picture was taken on Sunday, March 15, 1942." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWeEia-vWJI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ziBSpDpnLjc/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWeEia-vWJI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ziBSpDpnLjc/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289342014262827154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Written on the back of the picture to the left: "Surprise, I wasn't sucking my finger.  I was trying to smoke my pipe.  You can see the cactus."  On the photo to the right is written "Howard and Brown, Camp Wolters, Tex."  On the back of this picture is written, "The guy on this picture with me is the one I boxed with."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZuhNf6I-I/AAAAAAAAAxM/DnF6wSaySOc/s1600-h/targetpractcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZuhNf6I-I/AAAAAAAAAxM/DnF6wSaySOc/s320/targetpractcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289036329231459298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZuhd71qpI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0ZnZJASU5ls/s1600-h/targetpractinside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZuhd71qpI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0ZnZJASU5ls/s320/targetpractinside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289036333643573906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target practice was a required drill during basic training.   An "Individual Score Book" was assigned to each of us.  Notice my name is spelled wrong on the cover of the book (top).  Inside (bottom) is from target practice on Wednesday, March 25, 1942.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of March 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hospital with measles at station hospital, Camp Wolters, Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-3234385161317305655?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/3234385161317305655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=3234385161317305655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3234385161317305655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/3234385161317305655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-basic-training-begins.html' title='5. Basic Training Begins'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZyAe_CWYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/h9icybP-u2I/s72-c/ZUSED42BerthaHerald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-218004711226020208</id><published>2009-01-13T01:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:00:01.434-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States 1942'/><title type='text'>4. Arrival at Camp Wolters, Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZNHR-GU6I/AAAAAAAAAvs/kB43j2hLd6c/s1600-h/ZUSEDmineralwells_map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZNHR-GU6I/AAAAAAAAAvs/kB43j2hLd6c/s320/ZUSEDmineralwells_map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288999599871513506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday, February 21, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at Camp Wolters this morning.  After processing, I am assigned to the 61st Battalion, Company D, 3rd Platoon.  We are part of the Fifth Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given my radio experience, I am ordered to go to radio school while going through basic training.  I will become a radio operator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWvRZHal2rI/AAAAAAAAA5U/89GgwtcXRz8/s1600-h/trainees.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWvRZHal2rI/AAAAAAAAA5U/89GgwtcXRz8/s400/trainees.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290552416694295218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trainees arriving at Camp Wolters. [courtesy: www.fortwolters.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWfBQB-musI/AAAAAAAAA0E/wxkyz0I1BwM/s1600-h/ZUSEDFortWoltersGate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWfBQB-musI/AAAAAAAAA0E/wxkyz0I1BwM/s400/ZUSEDFortWoltersGate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289408768523025090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The entrance to Wolters Industrial Park as it appears today.  This would have been the main gate to Camp Wolters in 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;.  At its peak during World War II, Camp Wolters became the largest infantry replacement center in the United States.  The camp was redesignated as Wolters Air Force Base in 1951, then Fort Wolters in 1963 before being deactivated in 1973.  T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;oday it is an industrial park, serves as a training center for the Texas National Guard, and hosts a branch of Wea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;therford College &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;[photo: public domain].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTt3i2LpDI/AAAAAAAAAtE/9GfzjDwL3ok/s1600-h/guide_front_cover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTt3i2LpDI/AAAAAAAAAtE/9GfzjDwL3ok/s320/guide_front_cover.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288613400942453810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Issued to each trainee upon arrival. [courtesy: www.fortwolters.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTt5nYqJJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/xzlDu0sv0UY/s1600-h/0242wolters+map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTt5nYqJJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/xzlDu0sv0UY/s320/0242wolters+map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288613436520539282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTuRgEYq8I/AAAAAAAAAtk/PXn5eqj_BfE/s1600-h/wolters_today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTuRgEYq8I/AAAAAAAAAtk/PXn5eqj_BfE/s320/wolters_today.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288613846873320386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A map (left) of Camp Wolters from the Infantry Replacement Training Center booklet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[courtesy www.fortwolters.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.   I am assigned to Area 6 .   A satellite image of the remnants of Camp Wolters (right) as it appears today.    Areas 1-6 and Washington Triangle are marked for reference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZb_mpqYLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/XJjNB0y_PDQ/s1600-h/area+6+42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZb_mpqYLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/XJjNB0y_PDQ/s320/area+6+42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289015960658403506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An aerial image of Area 6, looking east, taken from a post card I purchased at Camp Wolters.  This is where my barracks were located.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZnqIXhZnI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ilmKeRSCiW8/s1600-h/area+6+today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZnqIXhZnI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ilmKeRSCiW8/s320/area+6+today.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289028785891534450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A modern satellite image of Area 6, looking east, as it appears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; today.  The original building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s were torn down long ago, our time spent here a distant memory.  Today these are private businesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-218004711226020208?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/218004711226020208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=218004711226020208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/218004711226020208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/218004711226020208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/01/4-arrival-at-camp-wolters-texas.html' title='4. Arrival at Camp Wolters, Texas'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWZNHR-GU6I/AAAAAAAAAvs/kB43j2hLd6c/s72-c/ZUSEDmineralwells_map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-347387616334659381</id><published>2009-01-09T10:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:19:44.163-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States 1942'/><title type='text'>3. Southward to Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, February 19, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received my orders and I am to report for basic training at Camp Wolters, located four miles east of Mineral Wells, Texas, located just west of the Dallas-Forth Worth area.   I will travel there by train with thousands of other inductees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We depart from Fort Snelling, Minnesota, on this cold winter afternoon at 4:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTXzrYrsFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/OrhgBdfykCI/s1600-h/021942_boardingTrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTXzrYrsFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/OrhgBdfykCI/s320/021942_boardingTrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288589145259356242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTXzhiqr_I/AAAAAAAAAsE/9YmO1DefiT0/s1600-h/021942_train_pub_domain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTXzhiqr_I/AAAAAAAAAsE/9YmO1DefiT0/s320/021942_train_pub_domain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288589142616879090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Inductees boarding a military train at Fort Snelling (left) during the winter of 1942  [courtesy www.mnhs.org].   A military train loaded with inductees bound for basic training during the winter of 1942 (right) [public domain].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTX0HxJtzI/AAAAAAAAAsU/yGLk-P4xcus/s1600-h/021942pcfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTX0HxJtzI/AAAAAAAAAsU/yGLk-P4xcus/s320/021942pcfront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288589152878180146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTXz323P8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/gNiS3GwE8JA/s1600-h/021942pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTXz323P8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/gNiS3GwE8JA/s320/021942pc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288589148607168450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post card of the Minneapolis American Legion Club sent to my mother:&lt;/span&gt;  "On train.  Thur. February 19th.  Time: 5:20 P.M.  50 minutes out of Ft. Snelling.  Headed for Texas, Inf. Replacement Center, Camp Wolters.  Howard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday, February 20, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTaewSkgiI/AAAAAAAAAss/f43yio087AY/s1600-h/022042pcfront1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTaewSkgiI/AAAAAAAAAss/f43yio087AY/s320/022042pcfront1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288592084333527586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTadGX2S1I/AAAAAAAAAsc/DgTI7VruZgQ/s1600-h/022042pc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTadGX2S1I/AAAAAAAAAsc/DgTI7VruZgQ/s320/022042pc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288592055901506386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post card  of the Washington Monument at Union Station Plaza in Kansas City, Missouri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, sent to my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt; "At eleven in forenoon.  We are in rail road yards at Kan. City, Missouri.  We will pick up 6 more cars of soldiers here.  Jim Larson and Herb Oldenburg are on this train but they are going to Camp Barkley [Texas] to be in medical corps.  The rest of us are going to Camp WOLTERS near Mineral Wells and Ft. Worth.  You might as well keep my National Ben. Society insurance paid up.  Saw Ray Corbett in Ft. Snelling.  Howard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTafQXFMDI/AAAAAAAAAs0/R0NCbgWh2VM/s1600-h/022042pcfront2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTafQXFMDI/AAAAAAAAAs0/R0NCbgWh2VM/s320/022042pcfront2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288592092942381106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTad2sAfgI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dAVn7kDyUOo/s1600-h/022042pc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTad2sAfgI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dAVn7kDyUOo/s320/022042pc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288592068870962690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post card  of the terminal building at the Kansas City airport &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sent to my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  "Feb. 20th.  Time: 3:45 P.M.  Somewhere in Oklahoma.  We have just crossed the line from Kan. into Oklahoma.  There is still little spots of snow here and there and little patches of ice in shady places.  Remember I am Prvt. Howard W. Branstner when you write.  I will give you my correct address later.  I hope you got my letter with the insurance papers in.  I wish I had a map so I could see where I am at.  This makes 4 cards I have sent today.   Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.   Later -- I'll mail this in Tulsa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWd7kusKP7I/AAAAAAAAAz0/39W76iphNPw/s1600-h/map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWd7kusKP7I/AAAAAAAAAz0/39W76iphNPw/s320/map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289332158308695986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fort Snelling to Camp Wolters is 1,016 miles by train.  The trip took approximately 38 hours, including stops at Kansas City and Tulsa [courtesy: www.maps.com].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-347387616334659381?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/347387616334659381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=347387616334659381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/347387616334659381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/347387616334659381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-southward-to-texas.html' title='3. Southward to Texas'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWTXzrYrsFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/OrhgBdfykCI/s72-c/021942_boardingTrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-568166997683429555</id><published>2009-01-06T10:39:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:58:46.275-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States 1942'/><title type='text'>2. A Trip to Fort Snelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday, January 29, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 53 days after the bombs fell on Pearl Harbor, I received a letter in the mail.  Inside the envelope was an ordinary piece of blue paper measuring 8 inches wide, 10.5 inches long.  It was dated January 26, 1942 (a Monday) and the "Stamp of the Local Board," located in Fergus Falls, Minnesota, was dated January 29, 1942.  The letter was quick and to the point.  It read as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTICE OF SELECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Howard Wesley Branstner.  Order No. 2016&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having been found physically qualified for general military service by Army authorities, you have been selected for training and service under the Selective Training and Service Act of 1940.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will receive an Order to Report for Induction -- such induction to take place on or about February 1942.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This notice is given you in advance for your convenience, and is not an order to report.  If you are employed, you should advise your employer of this notice.  The Order to Report for Induction will specify a definite time and place for you to report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{signed} V.C. Jensen, Member of Local Board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOOBcjkw0I/AAAAAAAAArE/VOVnQkLXEi8/s1600-h/012642draftnotice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOOBcjkw0I/AAAAAAAAArE/VOVnQkLXEi8/s320/012642draftnotice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288226542959510338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The original copy of the letter that changed my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, February 12, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am inducted into the Army at Fort Snelling, St. Paul, Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOOBzFpH5I/AAAAAAAAArU/tstfywMJTOU/s1600-h/020042_coveredwagfront.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOOBzFpH5I/AAAAAAAAArU/tstfywMJTOU/s320/020042_coveredwagfront.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288226549007982482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOOBjUaz5I/AAAAAAAAArM/6w6pWpPSdW0/s1600-h/020042_coveredwagback.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOOBjUaz5I/AAAAAAAAArM/6w6pWpPSdW0/s320/020042_coveredwagback.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288226544774991762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A post card I sent to my parents.  I ate here at The Covered Wagon, "Home of  Properly Aged Sizzling Steaks," located at 114 South 4th Street, Minneapolis, Minnesota, before reporting to Fort Snelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOOCn7tUMI/AAAAAAAAArk/f60lK37Br9o/s1600-h/020042_med_examp_snelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOOCn7tUMI/AAAAAAAAArk/f60lK37Br9o/s320/020042_med_examp_snelling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288226563193393346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Draft inductees going through their physical screening at Fort Snelling.  I went through this exact same process, perhaps by these same fellows.  [Image courtesy of www.mnhs.org]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOOCMI7XSI/AAAAAAAAArc/Ru5dyycVxNw/s1600-h/020042_ftsnelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOOCMI7XSI/AAAAAAAAArc/Ru5dyycVxNw/s320/020042_ftsnelling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288226555732647202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOOJ9wpmvI/AAAAAAAAArs/UYoh_a4VD_c/s1600-h/020042ftsnelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOOJ9wpmvI/AAAAAAAAArs/UYoh_a4VD_c/s320/020042ftsnelling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288226689311677170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Private Howard W. Branstner, pictures taken at Fort Snelling, Minnesota, February 1942.  You can see the snow on my shoulder in the picture to the left.  The fellow with me in the lower right is Jim Larson.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOTGB9eMlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/1fixygFRHXA/s1600-h/ft+snelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOTGB9eMlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/1fixygFRHXA/s320/ft+snelling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288232119277859410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fort Snelling as it appears today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-568166997683429555?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/568166997683429555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=568166997683429555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/568166997683429555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/568166997683429555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-trip-to-fort-snelling.html' title='2. A Trip to Fort Snelling'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SWOOBcjkw0I/AAAAAAAAArE/VOVnQkLXEi8/s72-c/012642draftnotice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648553832367143603.post-721841509490044322</id><published>2009-01-01T09:23:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:39:53.003-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prewar'/><title type='text'>1. "I Knew It Was Bad"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hewitt, Minnesota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was a bustling small town in 1941.  The people here had survived the Great Depression, and businesses were thriving once again.  Even though there was a war ravaging Europe, things didn’t seem so bad in this modest farming community in west-central Minnesota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oak Valley Township is a rural agricultural area, found four miles west of Hewitt.  The people here are honest and hardworking, and in 1941, almost all were family farmers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SVzmKr0BhaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/F47OpY3V8Iw/s1600-h/mn+map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SVzmKr0BhaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/F47OpY3V8Iw/s320/mn+map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286353133860128162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Courtesy: Geology.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On Saturdays, these farming families would travel to Hewitt to replenish supplies, catch up on the latest news over a cold beer, and maybe even  kick up their heels at a local barn dance.  On the Sabbath, and it was customary to have a large Sunday dinner with family, friends and neighbors; but come Monday, the hard work started once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In 1941, Howard Branstner was a strapping 26 year-old bachelor, living on his family farm in Oak Valley Township.   He had piercing blue eyes, stood six feet tall, and weighed a solid 167 pounds.  Having completed the tenth grade, he was considered well-educated for a farmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SVzmikWjvFI/AAAAAAAAAqs/kPpj3dADv-g/s1600-h/010035prearmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SVzmikWjvFI/AAAAAAAAAqs/kPpj3dADv-g/s320/010035prearmy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286353544174353490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Howard Branstner before the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It is evident, however, that Howard was not content to be a farmer his entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Four years earlier, on February 6, 1937, a 22 year-old Howard paid for a correspondence course from the National Radio Institute, based in Washington, D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SVzm5xzbpPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/BPS6ocFr2x4/s1600-h/010037receipt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SVzm5xzbpPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/BPS6ocFr2x4/s320/010037receipt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286353942922110194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Howard's receipt for his correspondence course from the National Radio Institute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It took him three years, but on April 9, 1940, Howard graduated from the National Radio Institute as an authorized “Radiotrician and Teletrician, Specializing in Advanced Radio Servicing and Merchandising.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SVzm6sVeA6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/uDL2CNRgL_k/s1600-h/010040radiodiploma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SVzm6sVeA6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/uDL2CNRgL_k/s320/010040radiodiploma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286353958634128290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Howard's diploma from the National Radio Institute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Clearly, Howard was making plans for the future.  But one day in early December 1941, all of those plans changed.   News of a Japanese surprise attack on a little-known naval base crackled and hissed over the radio airwaves some time in the afternoon, perhaps just as the Branstner family finished their Sunday dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Years later, when asked of his thoughts after learning that Pearl Harbor had been attacked, Howard simply said,&lt;/span&gt; “I thought, ‘Boy, here we go.’ I knew it was bad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The next day, December 8, 1941, a shocked and angry nation listened to President Roosevelt's radio address:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uCGxk-v-Mc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uCGxk-v-Mc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like so many other young men of his generation, Howard knew his life would never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648553832367143603-721841509490044322?l=oak-to-po.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/feeds/721841509490044322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648553832367143603&amp;postID=721841509490044322&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/721841509490044322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648553832367143603/posts/default/721841509490044322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oak-to-po.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-i-knew-it-was-bad.html' title='1. &quot;I Knew It Was Bad&quot;'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032407461034243642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8CjDou1lwg/TxYHxv9GdKI/AAAAAAAADZ0/0H8yZHEojGM/s220/photo%25286%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oc16HCBDkBg/SVzmKr0BhaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/F47OpY3V8Iw/s72-c/mn+map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
