Graduated from High School in June 1943, Ordered to a local doctor in Miami, Florida for a cursory physical before being sent to Camp Blanding. Notified by local doctor that my right eye would not pass the Army physical but that I would have to go to the induction center at Camp Blanding for a general physical. This was located at Staurt, Florida.

Left Miami the last of June, 1943. Leonard Walker, my first cousin, and Frank Munch, a friend from our church, were on the same bus. Leonard Walker had a very bad hernia and was turned down as 4F. Frank Munch passed with flying colors and I was told that my eye would not keep me out of the service but because I had poor eyesight and could not shoot a rifle using my right eye, I would be used Stateside.

We were given many shots. We would line up and the medics would stick you on both arms. One day, after a small pox vaccination and other shots, I was put on a yard detail. That evening, having bathed and dressed in our new uniforms, I was standing in line for mail call when I felt myself fainting. I remember telling Frank Munch to get my mail. I woke up in the infirmary. My first time to faint.

Frank & I signed our papers on July 1, 1943 and were sent home only to return on July 15, 1943 to be assigned to an outfit for basic training. Frank was sent to the infantry and I was sent to Camp Maxey located just outside of Paris, Texas. Frank was sent to Camp Wheeler, near Macon, Ga. He was killed in the South Pacific. My ASN 34787361, Frank's was 34787362.

All inductees were given the same basic training. We hiked two miles on our first hike and most of us thought that was terrible. We ended up with a 26-mile hike with full field pack. What a difference a couple of months make.

I was one of several who were chosen to go to radio school. I had been a little better at reading Morse code when we were given our written evaluation at the induction center. This was great fun and I became a radio operator. I was to be promoted to T/5, corporal, as a radio operator but for some reason they discontinued radios in our battalion. All the other companies B,C, and Hd. received their ranks but because our company commander was Jewish, Sydney S. Weintraub, the Battalion Commander failed to sign our papers and we were returned to the line company without a rating. Since we had been out of the line company for so long we did not have a chance to compete with other men for line ratings. I remained a Pfc. for my entire time in the Army.

Camp Maxey, Texas

OUT ON THE WIND SWEPT PRAIRIE

CAMP MAXEY IS THE SPOT,

FIGHTING TERRIBLE DUST STORMS

ON LAND THAT GOD FORGOT.

OUT IN THE BRUSH WITH PICK AND SHOVEL

BREATHING THIS DUSTY AIR,

DOING THE WORK OF A NIGER

AND TOO WORN OUT TO CARE.

OUT WITH THE COWBOYS AND INDIANS

OUT WHERE THE BOYS GET BLUE,

OUT ON THE WIND SWEPT PRAIRIE

TWO MILLIONS MILES FROM YOU.

WE ARE THE BOYS OF THE 510TH

EARNING OUR MEAGER PAY,

GUARDING THOSE FOLKS WITH MILLIONS

FOR ONLY A BUCK FIFTY PER DAY.

NO ONE CARES IF WE ARE LIVING

NO ONE GIVES A HOOT,

BACK HOME WE ARE SOON FORGOTTEN

BECAUSE WE ARE TAUGHT TO SHOOT.

ALL NIGHT THE WIND KEEPS HOWLING

ITS' MORE THAN I CAN STAND,

NO FOLKS, WE'RE NOT CONVICTS

WE ARE DEFENDERS OF OUR LAND.

After we had been at Camp Maxey for awhile, this is what one of the boys wrote. Another poem written by one of the MPs.

ODE TO MILITARY POLICEMEN

The devil got word that someone was dying,

So Zip! At the summons old Satan came flying,

He rubbed his hands and chuckled with glee,

Said, "Hot dog! Here's another good man for me!"

That same afternoon he returned to his den,

With a sad little smile and said to his men,

"I've just been and called on a prospect, pards,

And found him Military Policeman, B'Gad."

"I know I'm the Devil and admit I'm bad,

But even at the thought of that fellow I'm sad-

When I think of the trouble that guy's been thru,

There's only one thing I can do."

So he went to the phone and asked for the rates,

On a long distance call to the Pearly Gates.

He got his connections; old Pete said , "Hello,"

A voice answered, this is your competitor below.

It isn't very often I ask it," said he;

"Will you do just one little favor for me?"

I'm, sending up someone---he's traveling alone,

Please lead that man to the Heavenly Throne,

He hasn't been good, his records not white,

But life down on earth's been a "helluva fight."

Old Pete stroked his beard and shed a tear,

And said to the Devil, "Old Chap, never fear,

There's a special mansion in our front yard,

For any poor Military Policeman, B'Gad."

The recording Angel had tacked on the gate,

A sign to make newcomers hesitate,

For before they can reach eternal bliss.

They see a big sign that reads like this;

"All candidates must first be examined for Sin,

But all Military Policemen can walk right in!"

We were sent to Louisiana near Camp Polk for maneuvers. We were trained in traffic and prisoner control. Our specialty would be critical to the service in battle conditions; therefore, we had to go through two separate maneuvers. The weather was cold and the ground was swampy. I spent Christmas day 1943 on a backroad in the Louisiana swamps with a half can of C rations (World War I issue) and icicles off a tree for water. This was in America, Christmas 1943. It was during this time that a platoon was sent to Jasper, Texas to work traffic in that area. I was not part of that platoon but because I could type a little I was sent over as clerk. I still have a letter dictated by Lt. Riddles, reporting on a accident in which a soldier was killed.

Before leaving Louisiana all personnel were sent to Camp Polk for dental work in preparation for overseas assignment. I had three jaw teeth removed and several fillings. Most of my dental problems later on in life stems from that trip to Camp Polk.

From Louisiana we were sent to Fort Sam Houston, Texas to prepare all our gear for a trip to the European Theater of Operations. This was in May of 1944. We were finally given a furlough. I don't remember if it was fifteen or thirty days. I traveled by train to New Orleans and because of a train delay I caught a bus and went home. Round trip ticket #R 16373, to Miami and return. For a young boy who had never been away from home, it was great to be going home.

After returning to Fort Sam Houston all was ready for our battalion to pack and catch a train to Boston, Mass. Our outfit went through training, maneuvers and shipment overseas as Co. "A" 510 Military Police Battalion.

I now pick up where I began my diary at Camp Myles Standish, near Boston. We arrived at Camp at 3 AM June 14, 1944. We remained there about two weeks. While at Camp Myles Standish I was permitted to go visit Boston, at which time I saw a Major League Baseball game, the first in my life.

(2) U.S.S. Mt. Vernon, July 1, 1944, 11 AM. Remember I could not use a rifle because of my bad right eye. I was suppose to do some type of duty in the States. Here it is July 1, 1944, one year from the time I took the oath to serve in the military and I boarded a ship to go overseas. This ship had been the Washington, a luxury liner. We did not go by convoy because our ship could outrun a sub. We made a zig zag course and it took us eight days for the crossing. On July 4th I was very homesick and sea sick. I never became sick enough to lean over the rail but I was in constant fear of it. I tried to take a bath but found that soap does not lather in salt water. Our whole battalion was on the ship. We went over with the Ninth Army under General Simpson. We were to be Headquarters guards. I stood duty down in the lower decks, three decks below the water line. I could not tell if I was swaying or if is was the ship. I was a guard but of what I don't know. I remember one day the porthole was open by my bunk and a wave crashed in and wet my rifle. I had a time getting the salt water off and did end up with some rust because of it. We were assigned the 30 caliber Carbine. It held fifteen rounds. The main part of my time was spent in reading. I read about 10 or 12 books. Most were by Earl Stanley Gardner and Agatha Christy.

(3) Arrived Liverpool, England on July 8, 1944 at 8AM. We left the ship at about 10AM, walked about a block and boarded a train. Red Cross girls gave us coffee, donuts and cigarettes. The first thing I noticed was where the bombs had hit. I thought it was a terrible mess. I later found out that I had not seen anything.

(4) Bristol, England, 2AM July 9, 1944. We remained here about six weeks. In Bristol, I found the British about 20 to 30 years behind times in relation to America, the most important being the bathing facilities. While in Bristol I spent most of my time at a carnival. I had my one and only date with an English girl. She was nice but I was not in the mood for girls. A buddy, an older German fellow from Miami, Kurt Staerker, who had volunteered for service, an I, had been to the carnival and met two girls. We walked them home but they did not invite us in. I told one of them that I would throw my hat into the house and if it was not thrown back out then it would be safe to inter. The girls would not have any of that so Staerker and I started back to our billets. On the way back we got lost. I was suppose to go on guard duty at 12 Midnight and relieve Tony Rinaldo. When we finally returned and I went to my post. Tony had met an English female soldier and he told me that he would continue pulling the duty and I could go to bed. He was guarding our mess hall. The English female soldier was on guard duty next to our outfit. We were billetted in houses on one side of a soccer field and the English women soldiers were on the otherside. By the way, Staerker was one of our cooks and every time Mom would send me a package she would include peanut butter and jelly. Sometimes I would run out and Staerker would fill my empty jar. He was a good man to know.

We pulled Castle guard for Ninth Army and town patrol. The negros (black) were the main trouble. The white soldier and black soldier could not get along. The English girls went with the blacks and this did not set well with the whites. Remember this was 1944. I remember we had two USO clubs. One white and one black. At the black USO there was a large hill across the road from the building and as we rode patrol we would drive by and the hill would be full of blacks and English girls making out. We had a great many fights between the two groups, whites and blacks. Each time we would go out on pass, the officer of the day would have us empty our pockets. This was to prevent anyone from carrying a knife. We also had to be issued prophylactics no matter what an individual wanted.

I suppose you would call me an oddball. I was never a soldier's soldier. I did not drink nor did I go out with the girls. Sometimes this would get me into hot water with my Lt. I wrote a letter to Walter McDonald who was in Italy. Walter and I grew up in Miami and he married my cousin, Inez Walker. We had been inseparable as children. I told him that I hated the MPs, this was because you have to lock up your own fellow servicemen and in general be a policeman. I remember as a civilian I did not like to see the MPs and Shore Patrol in Miami and here I was an MP. I guess they put me in the MPs because I certainly could not be an infantryman with my bad eye. As a soldier you could not very well complain to the Lt. so I wrote letters knowing that he would censor them and he would know how I felt. We lost our first man Sgt. Pitch by a car accident. I learned later that he was sent back to the States.

(5) South Hampton, England, August 28,1944, 8PM. At South Hampton we slept in 6 men tents and ate "C" rations. I saw a couple of GI movies while at this port. From South Hampton to Utah beach we were on a British transport. What a ship. My bed was a table and the chow was beans. The name of the ship was Queen Emma.

(6) Utah Beach, France. September 1, 1944, 10AM. We waited on board at least two hours before we were placed in Landing Crafts. We landed on a make-shift dock made of iron pillars. I saw mine fields fenced off and I thought how lucky I was to be landing on a beach that was so safe. It cost a great many lives to make it so. We marched about ten miles in the mud after we landed. We went to a collecting point where we were placed on trucks for another long ride.

(7) St. Sauveur, France, September 1, 1944, 1PM. We had spent the night of Sept. 1st in what was a school. We then went to St. Sauveur and pitched our two men tents in an apple orchard. Believe it or not we had to dig slit trenches. They were our first and last. The apples were still green but we ate them anyway.

The Ninth Army was given the responsibility of securing the Cherbourg Peninsula. The other Armies were moving toward Paris. We had to guard Headquarters and the perimeter. Someone was with General Simpson at all times. In the air and on the ground.

(8) Rennes, France, Sept. 4, 1944. We began to pull 9th Army headquarters guard at this time. Our homes were two men tents in a village called Mi Foret, we spent nearly six weeks here. It was here that my squad was sent to guard the perimeter of 9th Army. My squad leader, a Sgt., spent most of his time drinking. He would take a drink of conjac and then a canteen cup of water. We were suppose to guard headquarters and here our Sgt. was continually drinking. I was so put out with him that I wrote another letter for the Lt. to censor. I said that if my Sgt.'s brains were powder he would not have enough to blow his head off. Of course I knew the Lt. would read it and not long after he read it he sent Frank Lister out to find me. The Lt. said that he would have to cut all that out of my letter and that he was not happy with my attitude. We never did see eye to eye. This attitude of mine kept me on his "it" list.

Another man was lost in Rennes. He was one who would brown-nose anyone above his rank, During Basic Training he would do anything to draw attention to himself. He was the yes man of the outfit. He found a dud and using a knife started picking it. It cost him three fingers on the left hand at the first joint and two on the right hand at the first joint. His eye was temp. blinded. We learned later he was in England. His name was Pfc. Lusk. We would buy eggs and dark bread from the French. We would get tired eating "C" rations. There was no place to take a bath. After a couple of weeks washing in your helmet, things would get a little rough in the sleeping bag. Some of us found a small stream of water. It was next to a road and the civilians would walk by. By this time modesty went by the wayside. We pulled off the clothes and got a good bath. Later on the supply sgt. arranged where we could go to some stream where the Army had fixed a truck bathhouse. You went in one end, removed all your clothes, was given soap and as you walked thru you did the best you could to get clean. At the other end you had clean clothes. Note: from Rennes, France, on October 12^th, most of the Company went in 40 & 8s, I was a lucky one and went in a Jeep as part of the motor pool.

(9) Maastricht, Holland, October 14, 1944. This is and was my favorite place. On the way from Rennes, we went thru Paris. I traveled with the motor pool personel in a jeep, while most went on 40 & 8s, these were box cars. We received our first billets (houses). It was crowded but it was inside off the ground. The only problem was with everyone breathing the same air, we all got very sick with colds. The worst I ever had.

We still pulled 9th Army headquarters guard. While I was standing duty in front of the house where the Col.s mess was located, Betty Schoon and three or four of her friends stopped to talk to me. Betty asked me to visit her at her house that night if she could get her mother's permission. She had to go somewhere that night but the next afternoon she and I went out together. From then on, every free minute I spent with her. The last night I was in Maastricht, I went to her house for tea. She played the piano and she was very good. I met her parents and two brothers. All were nice Christian people.

Pfc. Kenneth Waggoner was operated on for appendicitis.

(10) Etain, France, October 26, 1944. At this point we were no longer Co. A 510th MP Bn., but the 821st MP Co. Our battalion had been dissolved and each company was on its own. We would be sent to whatever area needed our expertise. We left the 9th Army and were attached to the 3rd Army and Third Corps. Our commanding General was Major Gen. Millikan.

In Etain we had nice billets and not too much work. No action yet. Three civilians were killed by a GI truck on my post. It was beginning to turn cold. Pvt. Layman Taylor broke his thumb and was sent to Paris. Pvt. Gray was operated on for appendicitis, Pvt. McCutchen had yellow meningitis.

(11) Metz, France, December 6, 1944. We saw our first bit of action. As we were moving from Etain to Metz two of our men came upon a bunker with some Germans and took them captive with no resistance. They were later given the Bronze Star for this action. At Metz there remained two forts that had not fallen. Our billets faced the Moselle river and on the other side were the forts. American artillery would fire over our billets at the forts. We learned what a shell sounded like. After the last fort fell, I was one of fifteen who went up to accept their surrender and to bring down the prisoners. They were so bad off that they were eating their horses. I still have a mirror(polished metal) that they were required to turn in. There were about 80 prisoners.

FORT DRIANT--the 'Gateway to Hell'

by Allen Morrison, Stars & Stripes Staff Writer

WITH THE FIFTH INFANTRY DIVISION INSIDE FORT DRIANT, Southwest of Metz, Dec. 14, 1944.

---At 1545 hours on Thursday the curtain was rung down on the battle drama of the fantastic fortress built deep into high ground southwest of Metz, but the 73-day siege will go down in the campaign records as a grim, weird, bloody business.

Commanding several important approaches to Metz and overlooking the west bank of the Moselle River from an 1,800-foot height, it was once considered the "key to Metz." Doughboys who had to storm its yellowed battlements cursed it as a "gateway to hell."

When siege operations began, infantry units assigned to shaking the defenders from their rocky roost were dug in in the mud of the wooded country to the west, sweating out sporadic artillery barrages from the Metz forts facing their positions.

Before the first unsuccessful attack was mounted on September 27, little was known of the fort's inner defenses beyond meager data obtained from aerial photos and some reconnaissance. These revealed that Driant was surrounded by double-pronged barbed-wire fence in which were interlaced other wire obstacles. Behind this was a moated ditch and then an incline strewn with more barbed wire leading to the fort itself.

Following the first attack, air and artillery was directed on Driant in an attempt to soften it up for the infantry. Fighter-bombers dropped 1,000 and 5,000 pounders and artillery hurled in stuff ranging from 105s to 240-hows. The effect of all this was imperceptible. PWs have since stated that the first bombardments merely made them "curious."

The thicknesses of Driant's walls and roof defied the efforts of U.S. artillerymen to blast cracks in the casements large enough for the placing of TNT charges by combat engineers and infantrymen. There were four casements, each housing three 105 artillery pieces and their crews, and these were protected by 10 feet of concrete sheathed in 8-inch steel layer. Direct fire from M10 TDs and Sherman medium tanks mounting 76s ricocheted and bounced away like tennis balls.

When it was found that our 8-inch guns scarcely dented the casements, the commander of "Task Force Driant," later estimated that 15-inch guns would be required.

Cut Wire Barrier

The biggest attack took place October 3, 1944. Elements of the 11th Regiment of the Fifth Division jumped off at noon with some tank support. The tank towed "snake" demolition charges.

The barbed-wire barrier was immediately breached by the direct fire from the Shermans and the infantry poured through the gap under intense enemy fire, bypassed several pillboxes in the fort area and moved toward their goals.

Here the fighting became truly weird. There were quick, surprising encounters with Germans above and below ground. They popped up out of bunkers and holes, fired at Yanks and scrambled out of sight.

The barbed wire was always a problem. One doughboy with a flamethrower strapped to his back, became entangled in it and was killed by MG fire while he was hung up on it.

While rifle fire squads attacked the two main artillery shelters that were being used by the Germans as barracks, one pillbox was stormed and prisoners taken. One was a recent graduate of the Metz OCS.

These barracks were two-story affairs with the top story level with the ground. Point-blank 76mm, and 105mm, U.S. fire from 30 yards only chipped the concrete.

Pfc Robert W. Holmlund, member of an infantry squad attacking one of the barracks, climbed up on to the roof, shoved Bangalore torpedoes down a ventilator shaft and set them off. They exploded down in the basement.

"I could hear them swearing and trampling over one another trying to get out," he said.

From October 3, 1944 to October 6, attackers and defenders fought back and forth across the top of the fortress, inside the shelters and in the tunnels, German artillery from Fort Jeanne d'Arc and other forts played on the fort area, causing casualties among the attacking force. Several of the Yanks got down into one of the tunnels and groped their way along it blindly shouting their names to identify themselves to comrades at the other entrances.

The serious American situation on the fort was tersely described in an urgent message sent out by the company commanders October 5th: "The situation is critical. We have no men and our equipment is all shot up. Another counter-attack and we are sunk. The enemy's artillery is butchering these troops until we have nothing left to hold with. We cannot get out to get our wounded and there are a hell of a lot of dead and missing."

The following day the force in Driant's ditches and barracks was relieved by a battalion of the 10th Regiment. The fight went on.

The "battle of the tunnel" was a saga in itself. One tunnel was entered by doughboys feeling their way through the blackness, "Beehive" charges were placed and electrically detonated by the engineers.

Live Like Moles

The men in the tunnel lived and worked like moles with modern equipment. Acetylene torches were brought into use to cut through steel doors and piled-up metal debris in the corridors. Demolition explosions reverberated through the subterranean chambers. Men became seriously sick from carbide fumes and had to be taken out.

On October 10th the commanding generals of the Third Army, XX Corps and the Fifth Division halted the operations against Driant to avoid "unnecessary loss of life" and the troops came down from the fortress.

American troops went back into Driant last Thursday and Lt. Col. Richter's garrison of 650 officers and men came out. Charred U.S. tanks on the fort site and American graves nearby told mutely of the long, hard, costly fight.

I stood post on a bridge crossing a tributary of the Moselle river. The bridge was a bridge built by the eng. It had two wood 2 X 12 runners from one end to the other. It was on this bridge that I saw my first snow. I would run and slide on the boards. It was fun but very cold.

Eight men were sent to the infantry, Sgt. Ross, Pfc Holloway, Pvt. Lindley, Pvt. Lintz, Sgt. Cordevro, Pvt. Ezerneck, Pvt. Lane, and Pvt. Ledbetter, Since then we heard that Lindley and Lane were killed, Ross and Holloway were wounded two or three times.

(12) St. Avold, France, Dec. 18,1944. Just a small detachment went here as an advance party to check out a building for our Command Post. We just fooled around waiting for the rest of the troops. On the 19th we noticed a number of American troops and trucks headed back toward Metz. We stopped a signal corp truck and asked what was happening. They said that the Germans were just down the road and their outfit was retreating. We told them to hold up until we could get our equipment. We jumped onto the back of the truck and headed back to Metz with then. It was at St. Avold that I saw my first spot of Germany.

(13) Arlon, Belgium, Dec. 20, 1944. We got back to Metz just in time to catch our own trucks leaving for Arlon. we could have been left up there at St. Avold with no way out. After we were safe with our outfit we realized how close we were from being caught. Mom wrote and asked if I could find out about one of my cousins, Emmett Ramsey. He had just been assigned to a replacement depot and was captured before firing the first shot. There was nothing I could do. The Germans were not going to give out information during this push, they were making their last real try to move our Army back.

Mom had sent me a cake for Christmas. A Baker in the Grove had made it just for me. This was during the Battle of the Bulge and I never received it. Estelle's mother had made up a package for me containing pecans and cookies. When they arrived the company mail clerk, Eugene Goldstein, handed me the mail bag with what was left of my cookies and pecans.

Arrived at Arlon the day after the breakthrough at Bastogne, only 21 miles away. On our way to Arlon the Germans came over and our anti-aircraft guns put on a real show, but with all this none of us were hurt. We were in Arlon for the hardest part of the winter. We stood post during the bombing and strafing. Although we were as close to the fighting as it was possible without being in the front lines, we were lucky and none were hurt by enemy action. Pvt. Baca was shot by a Negro "black" AWOL soldier. He an another man, who was a replacement to our outfit and very nervous, were searching for AWOLs. The new man had his safety on. The Carbine had the safety and magazine release buttons close to each other, he pushed the wrong button and the magazine clip fell to the ground, the negro shot Baca and got away. PFC Noggie Smith was in a squad sent to an airplane crash site. When they arrived someone shouted and all hit the ground. The plane exploded and the fifty caliber machine gun flew off and hit Smith on the butt and tore a big hunk off his sitting place. During the Battle of the Bulge, Patton started sending tanks toward the front. All paths to the front led thru Arlon. I would stand on post directing the tanks by the hundreds. In a convoy there is a break ever so many vehicles and we would try to get other traffic thru the convoy. I would give one group the double time signal, all the while I would try to keep the tanks moving. It was close sometime but I never had an accident. Sometime we would be on post at night by ourselves. I kept my back to a wall or building, afraid that a German would come up behind. At this time a number of Germans would be dressed in American uniforms to get thru the lines to sabotage. After we started pushing the Germans back, I was put back in Radio. We were to be sent to Paris for retraining but the Lt. remembered my attitude and decided that I could not be spared. The commanding officer Weintraub was able to get his younger brother reassigned to our outfit. Lucky for me, Weintraub and I were from Miami and the CO seemed to like me. He put his brother, a corporal. in charge. We all had been to radio school back in the States, this included me. We started operating a straggler point, just four of us, Weintraub, Tope, myself and one other man. Sorry I just cannot remember his name, Might have been Mims. We would round up men who had become lost during the night from their companies and we would give them a place to sleep, take a bath clean uniforms, and hot C rations. It was my job, along with a driver, to take the stragglers back to the front lines. As we would get closer to the front lines the guys we were returning would ask us to let them stay at the straggler point one more day, it just did not work that way. We would have the division MPs sign for the ones we had taken back to the front. It was like signing over products or something. The closer you got to the front you could hear the small arms fire. I don't blame the boys, I wouldn't want to return to close combat. I was glad I could turn around and head back.

There were only four of us running this program. It was good duty.

On one of our returning trips we had to make a sharp left-hand turn. My driver,Tope, was from South Florida and had never driven in snow before. We started to slide and in the process knocked down a row of small trees. The bumper of the Personnel Carrier was caved in to form a V.

(14) Ober-Martelange, Luxembourg, Feb. 2, 1945 until Feb. 6. Just a few of us were sent here. We were attached to III Corp Hq. for a short time. This was a small place and we lived in a mining camp. I went down part the way into the mine. That wasn't my cup of tea. There was plenty of Snow. I had fun trying to run thru the deep snow. We then returned to Arlon. Martelange was half way between Arlon and Bastone.

(15) Raeren, Belgium, Feb. 12, 1945, III Corps was transferred to General Hodge's 1st Army. We were within one mile of the German border. I crossed the Siegfried line each day I went on duty. It gave me a funny feeling to know that Germans were all around us. From here we went to a small town called St. Vitch but I stayed only two days and then to Nideggen.

(16) Nideggen, Germany, March 5, 1945. I lived in a house that was no house at all. I pulled duty on a one way bridge across the Roer River. Just to do something I washed my shoes in the Roer River. This was just after the first push and the German dead were all around us. The snow was melting and the dead were found. I am glad I did not belong to Graves Registration.

(17) Geich, Germany, March 7, 1945. The 1st Army crossed the Rhine river at Remagen. 9th Armored of the III Corp caught the Germans off guard and established a bridgehead across the Rhine. It seems that SHAEF was trying to put everything they could across the river. I stood traffic control on the East side of the river. I remember that Tony Rinaldo, our company barber, was on the West side. He had replaced a Division MP who had been killed. The Engineers worked day and night to shore up the railroad bridge while still building pontoon bridges further up the North side of the railroad bridge.

(18) Rheinbach, Germany, March 8, 1945. Here we had to travel at least 30 miles round trip to go on duty. From Rheinbach to the Rhine river was the only duty we did. It was here that Lt. Higgins left the outfit. He had heard that his brother had been killed and he wanted to get into the fight. It was our duty to keep all the traffic in single file for the thirty mile round trip. Since it was imperative that there be no bottle neck, no one could get out of line, no matter the rank. I was directing traffic and a Major or Col. tried to get out of line and tried to pass other traffic. I fired one round over his head and he got back in line real fast.

(19) Himershiem, Germany, March 12, 1945. At this time the Germans were trying to bomb the Remagen bridge with VIs, 88s and Airplanes.They were doing a good job. The new German Jet plane made its appearance. They were fast. They would leave our P38s as if standing still. On March 17, 1945 the bridge collapsed.

(20) Linz, Germany, March 22, 1945. Here I found out what an 88 sounded like and it wasn't nice. I was on duty about 100 yards from the Remagen bridge and at night the Germans would come over. The ack ack looked like the fourth of July. The bridge was gone, but we had pontoon bridges to use. It was here that I picked up a comforter that was very useful when I used the floor as a bed. I still have it. I lived in a three story house on the East side of the Rhine. One night word went around that the Germans were going to push us back across the river. We had turned in our gas masks and got rid of our impregnated clothing. We all went to the supply clerk and were reissued the masks. All of us in my building went to the basement for the night. All at once the artillery started and I had never heard anything like it. During the firing an 88 shell was heard coming toward us. We heard the whistling sound and then nothing. The next morning the 88 was found embedded in the ground just outside of our window. If it have went off, I would not be typing these memories. Our Corps General Milliken was replaced by Gen. Van Fleet.

(21) Settlers, Germany, March 28, 1945. I saw the great Autobahn on my way from Linz to Setlers. It wasn't as good as I thought it would be. Hitler should have seen some of our highways first. We only stayed overnight at this place, but it was nice.

(22) Frankenberg, Germany, March 29,1945. To post the men we had to go 30 to 40 miles. We were billeted in a church but the seats had been removed. Our kitchen was in a cigar factory and our men were well stocked. Here Lt. Miller joined us to take Lt. Higgins place. One night as we were being picked up from our post, one of the men had found some alcohol and was a little under. Later on Lt. Tinsley tried to get me to be a witness at the court-martial, I refused and this gave the Lt. another reason to dislike me. I wasn't running a friendship contest. I wanted the war to be over and go home with as little problem as possible for me and the others.

(23) Rausehenberg, Germany, April 2, 1945. We stayed here only two days. It was nice while it lasted.

(24) Roddenau, Germany, April 4, 1945. 821st was in one town and Corps was in Frankenburg. It was O.K.. We did the same old stuff, traffic.

(25) Fedeburg, Germany, April 11, 1945. This was located S.W. of the Ruhr pocket. Here Pfc Kemp Culbert killed the first German to be killed by the 821st M.P. Co. The German was shot trying to break thru the lines. The next morning we all went out to the Jeep he had stolen. When they turned him over they found his Luger. We started handling P.O.W.s. I picked a basement room as my sleeping quarters. In the basement were hundreds pieces of merchandise that some German had brought back from France. I had clean sheets and clean towels every time I wanted them. I saw hundreds of new suits, dresses, silverware, etc. he must have been some German officer.

(26) Neustadt, Germany, April 16,1945. It seems that the III Corps was always placed where there was action. First Metz, then Arlon, the battle of the Roer, the battle of the Rhine and the Ruhr pocket. We were then sent down to help the Third Army (Patton's) push toward Check. George Patton, now there was an officer. He was rough and did not care what he said or to whom he said it. I remember him coming to our Captain Weintraub and telling him that he knew that there many traffic violation and he wanted the men to give out more tickets. A story is told that he stopped a convoy one time. He had all the men line up in front of their trucks. He then went down the line and busted everyone for speeding. One poor soldier was a private so it is told that he made him a corporal and then busted him so that it would be on his record. He ordered us to have shine shoes, pressed pants and shirts. I would fold my pants very carefully and sleep on them so that they would have some sort of crease. It was told that Patton sent to Paris for shoe polish and he shellacked his helmet. Two pearl handle pistols, shinny helmet and riding boots, he was sharp. A cartoon by Bill Maulden showed two GIs in rough looking uniforms and in a Jeep equipped with radio, came to a sign that said "You are now entering Third Army Area" One fellow said, "Lets call our company and tell then we are going to be late because we are going to bypass the Third Army Area." Another cartoon showed two officers, one a 2nd Lt., who asked the senior officer, as they looked at a beautiful vista of mountains and streams, if there was a view like that for the enlisted men.

(27) Schwaback, Germany, April 26, 1945. The Germans were surrendering so fast it was hard to process them. They were coming in cars, bikes, motor bikes and horse and wagon. Sometime we would have to take the cars and push them off the road to get them out of the way.

(28) Mainburg, Germany, April 29,1945 We arrived here just one day after the infantry had pushed thru. We took over a Diary as our billets. The Germans think M.P.s are the same as S.S.

(29) Dorfen, Germany, May 1, 1945. We arrived here before the armored could clear the town of snipers but it seems as if there were none left. Our Captain, trying to find billets, found two German officers sleeping. This is where I found a great deal of German money. I turned over the paper money to Sgt. Emmett Dunn and I kept the coins. I still have them. My Sgt., Emmett Dunn, came to see me after the War. He lived in Jacksonville, FL. He told me that he had been able to cash in some of the German paper money and brought it home. I sort of believe him because he did a lot of gambling and could have pulled it of. His name was Emmett Dunn. Some German officers from the Hospital came up the street with a bed sheet for the flag of surrender. They gave up a Hospital. Before and after May 8, prisoners by the hundreds were giving up and it was all we could do to search them and send them to the Army enclosure. They came in on foot, cars, bikes, etc. It was a funny sight. I was on post one day and a German came up and handed me a pistol, 32 automatic. We were in this town when word came that the war was over.

(30) Nurnberg, Germany, May 12, 1945 Nurnberg is 90% destroyed. We are billeted about 6 miles outside of town in a country club. The German name was Nurnberg-Erlenftegen(Waldkaffee u. Gaftfatte, Schiefhaus. We had a nice place to sleep. We were given cots. I found out that you have to have as much cover under you as you have over you. The first night I slept very cold. One platoon slept in a large tent. On May 18,1945, we had the worst accident I have ever witnessed. My buddy, Robert Wilson, since we were drafted, was killed by an 03 armored piercing bullet. He was writing a letter to his wife sitting at a table outside where we usually ate, when a fellow soldier, J.C. Quick, who had a habit of having one beer and acting like a big shot, he had not been drinking but was fooling around with his rifle. He accidentally dropped the gun and somehow it discharged. The bullet went thru my friend's back, exit thru his stomach, continued on, hit the table, then hit Fred Martinez in the calf then ricocheted up the leg and ended up in his hip. On June 16, 1945, Pvt. Herman Smith fell off his bunk bed and was killed instantly. Now for something more pleasant. So far we have had some famous people put on shows for the men in service. Grace Moore & Martini, the opera singers, Jack Benny, Ingrid Bergman, Glenn Miller's band. In Nurnberg I was assigned to the Nurnberg jail as desk clerk. The American soldier was not permitted to go with German girls. Our men would pull surprise raids and pick up the service men and the women. They would come and be booked where I worked. One night I was on patrol with three other fellows. We saw some servicemen around a bombed out building. We started to question them and I went into the building. We found two German girls who had crawled out onto a beam trying to hide. It didn't work. We would pull a big surprise raid, using several jeeps with four MPs to a jeep. You would see the GIs jumping from windows and over the hedges. Ike finally gave permission to see the girls. In the Nurnberg jail some of the German prisoners had set up small shops where they would fix things. I was permitted to use a nice bathroom to take baths. At camp we did what we could. I picked up some souvenirs. This jail was where the war crimes trials were held.

(31) Bamberg, Germany, August 4, 1945. We came to Bamberg (2nd platoon) on a special job for the General. We operated check points and road patrols. The billets are nice and we have German girls waiting on the tables while we are eating. Good huh? We had a place where the army would show movies. I can still see a well dressed German man picking up discarded cigarette butts. He would strip off the paper and put the tobacco into a small can. What a habit. Smoking must be the worst. Since I did not smoke, I would sell mine and this gave me a little more income. We did more check points and small raids. We would check every vehicle on the road. One night we caught a GI with a Girl in the Col.'s command car.

While in Bamberg I saw Alley Op, I saw Bob Hope, Jerry Colona, Gale Robinson in Nurnberg. On Aug. 14th, I saw Jane Foreman at Bamberg, Sweethearts of Swing(all girl colored band, Pro wrestling bout, Ella Logan(Lock Lomond). The worst day in the Army, Sept. 1, 1945. I received word that Elmer had been injured. Dad wrote that Elmer would have to have an artificial eye. Sept. 6, I saw Billy Rose's Diamond Horseshoe, Sept. 12. I saw Rosalinda an operetta of 60 people. Sept. 14, I saw a French show, "Sil Vous Plait". Sept. 22, All G.I. show, "Men Only".

It was at Nurnberg and Bamberg that I was notified my name came up for a 3 day pass to Paris. My pass started at 1300 3 Oct. 45 until 2400 6 Oct. 45. Tony Rinaldo was given a pass also. We had a ball in Paris. I rode the subway everywhere and saw any and everything I could in the time I had. The historical things were outstanding. I saw the Eiffel Tower, Arc de triomphe, Napoleon's Tomb, The Louvre, Church of the Sacred Heart and Versailles. Mom had sent me a twenty dollar bill. Since I did not smoke, I had several cartons of cigarettes. The twenty dollar bill and the cigarettes paid my way. We returned to Nurnberg and found that our name had rotated up for a furlough. We had been on the train from Paris but Tony and I decided, what the heck, lets go. We could go to Switzerland or London. We decided on London. We had ten days not counting travel so we had about 13 days. My "Combined Leave Pass and Railroad Ticket was issued October 11 and I had to return on October 23. The ticket # was C 74399. We were also issued a Ration card so we could get something to eat. We stayed at the Washington Club Room # 206. This wasn't fancy, just a place to hang our hat and sleep. The English maids were a lot of fun to talk with because of the Cockney accent We had a lay-over in Paris so we did some more sight seeing and then to London.

In London as in Paris, I spent most of my time sight-seeing. I love history, Paris and London were the best. The Tower of London, Westminister, Buckingham Palace, etc. It seems like a dream.

In London they permitted us to call home. You had to make arrangements one day and then the next day a connection was made. I have the receipt for the call. The last time I had talked to anyone was in June of 1944. This was October 1945. Mom said that they were all by the phone when the call was connected. It cost $4.00 per minute and you could only talk 3 minutes. Elmer lost his eye later that same month. The war was over and this had to happen.

ROAD BACK

We needed 60 points. Points were gained by the number of battles, Medals, and family. Our Company had been in four major battles. Northern France, Ardennes, Rhineland. and Central Europe. I had a ATO, EAMETO, Good Conduct, and World War II Victory Medals. Most of our outfit had 61 points. Sixty was the cutoff. We just made it. Some of the fellows re-uped with the promise that they would get immediate passage to the States and after a furlough they would return for the occupation force. Our number came up and we left these unfortunate fellows in the camp. What a snow job they got.

(1) Returned to Nurnberg November 16, 1945.

(2) November 17, 1945, We were notified that we had enough points,61,and were to be transferred to the AAA AW Bn. on November

19th.

(3) November 18th, Sunday we turned in all our company property and packed our bags.

(4) November 19th. At 13:00 we left our company and started to our new outfit. After traveling in circles for 4 1/2 hours we reached a detachment and went to bed.. It was located at Lauf. This is just a few miles from Nurnberg.

(5) November 22nd. Thanksgiving day, we were assigned to Batterys and mine was Bat. "C" located at Veilhaum.

(6) November 23rd. We boarded 40 and 8s.

(7) November 25th. We arrived at Camp Boston located North of Paris, near Reims. We lived in tents. At this time Roland Weintrub, the Captain's brother, was being smart and after knocking a lid off a pot belly stove, used to heat the tent, ordered me to replace it. I was in no mood for his bull so I told him he could take a flying leap etc. He did not mess with me again. I was on my way home and I wasn't going to take anything from anybody.

(8) November 26th. We were told we would be there 5 to 7 days and then to the boat.

(9) November 27th to December 10th we were processed.

(10) December 10th. We were placed on a class 3 train and left Camp Boston.

(11) December 11th. We reached Camp Philip Morris at the coast.

(12) December 16th. We were notified that we were to board the ship. They returned our souvenir pistols.

(13) December 17th. We started to board the ship, Blue Island, a Liberty Ship. This was canceled.

(14) December 18th. At 02:00 we finally went aboard.

(15) After going aboard the ship it pulled out of the Le Havre port and just outside of Le Havre the boiler broke, also the pumps.. We remained in the harbor until the afternoon of December 19th.

(16) December 19th. We left for South Hampton at 2 PM and arrived that evening.

(17) December 20th. Everything was put in order and we set sail at 3 PM.

(18) December 25th. The first calm day since we started. We had run into a Winter storm. We had a wonderful dinner and a Christmas program in the evening. We were required to clean the decks during the afternoon.

(19) December 26th. At 11 AM we were just off the coast of the Azores.

(20) December 30th. My 21st birthday in the middle of the Atlantic. Nothing new or exciting.

(21) December 31st. We had a New Year's program.

(22) January 1, 1946. We had turkey and heard the Orange Bowl and Rose Bowl games.

(23) January 2, 1946. We saw a sailboat.

(24) January 3, 1946. We disembarked at 14:00. At 15:15 we reached Camp Patrick Henry. At 22:15 I talked to the folks.

(25) January 5, 1946. At 16:45 I called home and said that I was to leave Camp Patrick Henry at 9 PM. We had a nice band to send us off.

(26) January 7, 1946. At 02:30 we reached Camp Blanding where it all started. I took a bath and went to bed. We got up at 06:30 and ate. At 08:00 we started processing records. We had our final physical at 16:30.

(27) January 9,1946. At 11:30 AM I received my discharge. I am now MR.

THE END

P-1572149 1 Devaney, Edmund. J. 1^st Sgt. . 32708078 C-1654069

P-1572171 2. Weber, Williams L. S Sgt. 32134929 C-1875052

P-1572167 3. Donaldson, Jacob F.. S Sgt. 37356216 C-1656549

P-1572158 4. Burns, Arlie L. Sgt. 17010257 R-3860338

5. Staerker, Kurt Tec 4 73787909 R-3858582

6. Simmons, Jackson I. Tec 4 34787736 R-3953675

7- Piccione, Frank J. Tec 4 15014934 C-1571521

8. Wimer, Donald E. Tec 4 33033564 R.4036401

9. Smith, George E. Cpl 34787278 R-4039948

10. Kennedy, Moses B. Tec 5 34775316 R-4032965

11. Weintraub, Roland C. Tec 5 34792819 C-47388

12. Smith, C.L. Tec 5 34735912 R-4027348

13. Marin, Joseph C. Tec 5 37614934 C-1180697

14. Steffy, Robert E. Tec 5 33076910 R-4035774

15. Goldstein, Eugene Tec 5 32176538 C-1875220

P-1572174 16. Watson, Edwin T. Pfc 34787896 C-1875109

17. Lumia, Thomas Pfc 37614950 R-4035525

18. Lawson, Cecil H. Pfc 34736149 R-4026866

19. Roper, Columbus V. Pfc 34658426 R-4039482

20. Lister, Frank G. Pfc 37346329 C-1660062

21. Ashmore, James A. Pfc 34657854 R-4030395

22. White, Joseph P. Pfc 34787485 C-1627976

23. Ramsey, LeRoy Pfc 34735871 C-1661777

24. Ouzts, John D. Pvt 34658361 C-3735371

P-1572139 Plat. Sgt. Dissinger, Kenneth L. S Sgt. 13051436 C-187687

P-1572139 1. Barbee, James L. Jr. Sgt 34674546 C-1659380

2. Gawarkiewiez, Edward J.Pfc 32606073 R-4038800

3. Barker, Thomas E. Pfc 34674131 C-1876072

4. Ridgeway, Sage H. Pfc 34657695 R-3901856

5. Dropik, Stanley J. Pvt 36009614 R-4025078

6. Fuelner, Don W. Pvt 37677757 C-3660539

7. Marsh, Clinton V. Pfc 34658137 R-4031241

8. Wager, Kenneth L. Pfc 34787313

9. Fields, Eugene E. Pvt 37480233 R-4039602

10. O’Toole, William L. Pvt 37614980 C-3734281

11.

1. Grossman, Leon Sgt. 12054719 C-1660281

P-1572163 2. Short, John C. Jr. Pfc 37679054

3. Baynard, James R. Pfc 34775775

4. Price, Rion C. Pfc 34657730 C-1640387

5. Odom, Charlie B. Pfc 34674783 C-1577960

P-1572137 6. Walters, Russell F. Pfc 36032387 C-1607947

7. Baldwin, Clyde M. Pvt 34775782 R-4035325

8. Gates, Norton J. Pfc 34658349 R-3893721

9. Weidemann, Gus H. Pfc 38157107 C-3918758

10. Barton, Odell Pfc 34787575 C-1659073

11. Bell, John D. Cpl 34735671 C-1660901

1. Bissett, Ollie Jr. Cpl 34658181 C-1661648

P-1572147 2. Anderson, Jack J. Pfc 37671434 R-4035550

3. Burk, Donald C. Pfc 12042400 R-4029905

4. Cannon, Samuel F. Pfc 34658080 R-4036578

5. Snelgrove, George Pvt 34658103 C-1657559

6. Ortiz, Donald E. Pfc 37346632 R-4036309

7. Strickland, Piercell Pfc 34658386 R-4020049

8. Hughes, Joseph E. Pvt 37199546 C-4533421

9. Bain, Jerome Pvt 34787674 R-3882927

10. Quinton, Willie B. Pvt 34658073 R-4040950

P-1572162 11. Lawrence, John Cpl 32550168 C-1660606

1. Bayless, Rosco C. Sgt 34735943 C-2742088

2. Alongi, Angelo Pfc 32657812 R-3959522

3. Brisbin, Clinton A. Pvt 36125107 R-4033878

4. Culbert, Kemp E. Pfc 34735930 R-3825312

5 Dinkins, James R. Pfc 34736071 R-4035287

6. Cunningham Joseph L. Pvt 34735675 R-4036102

7. Edwards, Joseph C. Pvt 34735504 R-4039065

8. Massa, Frank J. Pvt 6902311 C-4552280

9. Farmer, Clinton B. Pfc 34735508 C-1659670

10. Clifton, Vernon R. Pfc 34787628 R-3889181

11. King, Rodney M. Cpl 34787752 C-1661327

SECOND PLATOON

P-1572140 Plat. Sgt Anderson, Vernon L.S Sgt 34787333 C-1777733

1. Rogers, Franklin G. Sgt 15066737 C-1655724

2. Hunt, Freeman S. Pfc 34735459 C-1875676

3. Warren, Arthur J. Pfc 34787361 C-1656823

4. Connelly, John O. Pvt 31000724

5. Harris, Collins D. Pfc 34658375 C-1653100

6. Shoemake, David L. Pfc 34658005 C-1651373

7. Stone, Harold W. Pfc 34788056 C-1646736

8. Burden, Walter J. Jr. Pfc 34674417 C-1875260

9. Taylor, Burley W. Pfc 34658093 C-1875667

10. Cauthen, William R. Cpl 34658170 C-1875949

11. Hazelton, Donald R. Sgt 6149006 C-2873794

1. Meyer, Thomas C. Sgt 37356307 C-1659805

2. Wells, Oliver W. Pfc 34658302 C-1660591

3. Sexton, Ralph C. Pfc 34735759 C-1661555

4. Huffman, Glenn H. Pfc 34775729 C-1660176

5. Beshers, Clarence I. Pvt 34680235

6. Flannery, Robert T. Pvt 31315675

7. Quick, J.C. Pfc 34787412 C-1643734

8. Long, Harley R. Pfc 34658077 C-1657914

9. Prough, William R. Pfc 6818895 C-1875534

10. Rinaldo, Anthony L. Pfc 34787642 C-1659810

11. Barrett, Jams M. Cpl 34657892 C-1658638

P-1572138 1. Evans, James M. Sgt 34082283 C-4789451

2. Thompson, Daniel D. Pfc 34735809 C-1642795

3. Walker, James H. Pfc 34775779 C-1661962

4. Tucker, Russell A Pfc 34774739 C-1640441

P-1572148 5. Allred, Wallace W. Pfc 34735803 C-1651678

6. Cook, John D. Pfc 34658206 C-1661854

7. Taylor, Layman J. Pvt 34656710

8. Swearingen, Ted A. Pfc 34789210 C-1656672

9. Barrale, Ralph Pfc 37614967 C-1875551

10. Williams, Howard Pvt 34674606 C-1660305

11.Shell. Gene A. Cpl 34775772 C-1651553

1. Dunn, Emmett R. Sgt 34787777 C-1656435

2. Reina, Tony A. Pvt 32455985 C-1651358

3. Deal, Murel C. Pfc 34658293 C-1660612

4. Bradberry, Vernon H. Pfc 34658200 C-1875747

5. Weaver, Lawrence W. Pfc 34654299 C-1875747

6. Evatt, George D. Pfc 34657715 C-1650725

7 Gore, Asa C.T. Pvt 34658181 C-1596287

8. Goodwin, Evins A. Pfc 34645209

9. Holley, Wilson N. Pfc 34658106 C-1661889

10. Hipp, Walter L. Cpl 34787970 C-1652201

P-1572172 Plat Sgt Erickson, Kenneth J. S Sgt 39712955 C-1661993

P-1572172 1. Fisher, Raymond A. Sgt 32456709 C-1655749

2. Grhosky, Benjamin S. Pvt 33361157 C-4199549

3. Leonard, Silas H. Pfc 34658346 C-1556345

4. Bennett, Fred S. Pfc 34674750 C-1659830

P-1572142 5. Lancaster, Charles W. Pfc 34657789 C-1659222

6. Mikulik, Willim C. Pfc 39309613 C-1876934

7. Culbertson, John T. Pfc 34658357 C-1655363

8. Glasscock, Naoma H. Pvt 34143055 C-4575644

9. Deaver, Alvis E. Pfc 34654575 C-1659732

10. Kelley, Alfred C. Pfc 34658239 C-1660811

11. Nicholson, Willie R. Cpl 34658324 C-1650266

1. Maier, Joseph B. Sgt 32605769 C-1876099

2. Burton, Julian T. Pfc 34658116 C-1652972

3. Hansford, J.D. Pfc 34787389 C-1650699

4. Lollis, Ralph E. Pfc 34658373 C-1647923

5. Moore, Aaubrey L. Pfc 34658366 C-1660357

6. Pinson, Clifford M. Jr Pfc 34658369 C-1661416

7. Wilson, Robert L. Pfc 34787977 C-1660203

8. Tyson, james B. Pvt 34674393 C-3432207

9. Neal,Claude J. Pfc 34657846 C-1656081

10. McDonald, Sidney C Jr Pfc 34735546 C-16611067

11. Dover, William H. Cpl 34775777 C-1659639

P-1572154 1. Gantt, Charles L. Sgt 34672034 C-1633874

2. Morrell, Clausen D. Jr Pfc 34789367 C-1659814

3. Corbett, Williams Pfc 34674594 C-1658945

4. Meyers, Charles J. Jr Pfc 37614941 C-1659763

5. Williams, James S. Pfc 34657835 C-1659974

6. Martinez, Fred C. Pvt 37345649 C-1876168

7. Crider, George V. Jr Pfc 34775757 C-1649314

8. Tafoya, Fred Pfc 37346769 C-1875961

P-1572144 9. Newman, Clyde M. Pfc 6969699 C-1667150

10. Mims, Robert L. Pfc 34657633 C-1660468

11. Foster, Cecil O. Cpl 34657317 C-1660468

1. Lee, Dave J. Sgt 37346419 C-1655016

2. Crews, Roger C. Pvt 34776419 C-1655300

3. Howell, Rufus E. Pvt 34674643 C-1633945

4. Barnes, Carl H. Pvt 34773006 C-1659581

5. Vandeventer, Philetus Pfc 34735938 C-1655081

6. Emerson, William J. Pvt 38368580 C-1648343

7. Neill, Roy M. Pvt 34735874 C-1655265

8. Tope, Kenneth T. Pvt 34787889 C-1661479

9. Schultz, Edward W. Pfc 37614918 C-1648575

10. Haven, Garrett H. Pfc 34735331 C-1188114

11. Clemons, Jack G. Cpl 34441613 C-1653232