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This evening we crossed another canal-the Wessem in the Roermond area. A Scottish regiment made the crossing, and they made it "without fuss or bother, with a calmness that comes from lots of experience. The show started at 4 p.m.-dusk here - with a 400-gun barrage which lasted 15 minutes. They fired high-explosive shells for the first twelve minutes, and then finished off with smoke, to blind the enemy. Under cover of the smoke, the troops made their assault...
Although it was nearly dark, we could see quite well, for the smoke had cleared, and the rain ceased and the British were using artificial moonlight: the reflection from searchlight beams directed onto the low-lying clouds immediately above us. The lighting effects were eerie, in the dusk of that winter evening-especially when unexpected bursts from the flamethrowers half-blinded you, and two houses and a dozen haystacks caught fire a hundred yards away...
Death in the Night. They are noisy, and gaps between U.S. positions are relatively large. Consequently, infiltration is easily accomplished. Dawn and dusk are best times for attack. It is especially easy to approach U.S. positions and launch an attack when it is raining, inasmuch as U.S. soldiers lie low in their trenches and try to stay under cover of their ponchos...
Four weeks ago, canny Giovanni Vis-conti-Venosta, Premier Bonomi's Under Secretary for Foreign Affairs, got tired of trying to work through the Roman dusk by candle and carbide light.* One afternoon when Britain's High Commissioner, prim Sir Noel Charles, was to call, Visconti-Venosta personally ordered every candle and sputtering carbide light in the Palazzo Chigi doused. Sir Noel walked into Stygian gloom, groped his way through the Chigi's interminable passages and waiting rooms, conferred ghost-to-ghost with Visconti-Venosta. whose face never cracked a smile. Next day Visconti-Venosta wrote...
...tall officer-another lieutenant-walks into the C.P. He limps. He stares at me in the half light-it is now dusk-and seems to expect me to say something. So I ask him how he's doing. "Not so good," he says. He sits, and holds his head in his hands a while. Another shell bursts overhead; he falls rather than dives to the floor. Still lying beside him, the other lieutenant asks how things have been going. The lieutenant with the limp says that he has lost two of his three armored cars. He says...