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...Fifth Army in Italy, and since my division has been up front I have been up with them. I have seen much small-arms fire, and at times when the riflemen were pinned down by machine-gun fire, the other aid men and I have left our slit trenches to give aid to our wounded buddies. At the same time we saw our litter bearers risking their lives trying to evacuate the casualties from the field. Several of us were awarded the Bronze Star for heroism in combat...
...there on the second day of the storm. . . . The rain was coming down in sheets. The men were marching from their muddy and water-filled slit trenches, mess kits in hand and leaning into the wind, in their quest for some hot food. The wind was reaching a velocity of 40 to 45 miles an hour in its worst puffs, and its whistle was audible above the dreadful sounds of clashing steel and pounding surf. It was about as dismal a scene as I ever recall, and I have seen such things as the Quetta earthquake in India and monsoons...
...colleagues watch him constantly, the tantalized audience never gets a gander. The agent (Cary Grant) is no pathetic shoe-stringer. He is a dapper Broadway impresario in danger of losing his theater. When he loses it, Cary is solaced by meeting Pinky's lush sister (Janet Blair). His slit-pussed sidekick (James Gleason), is perhaps the best member of the cast...
...Cherbourg poules gestured to G-5 men: "The people will slit our throats like this-zippp-" Someone suggested a nunnery; the poules hooted. Then G-5 stopped fooling, dumped them in a stockade for unsavory characters, hoped that the harsh conditions there would persuade them to drift back one by one into the forgetful demimonde...
...woke the American photographer, Fowler, the British photographer, Slade, the British correspondent, Talbot, and me by shouting through the windows of our two houses: "Avioni-airplanes!" Talbot and I, sharing the same room, jumped into our clothes, ran out, took a look at the skies and made for the slit trench on a bare mound some 100 yards away. No sooner had the four of us reached the shelter than bombs from 15 planes began exploding around us. Sizzling bomb fragments whizzed into the trench beside my right shoulder. About 30 more large, low-flying planes arrived and, just...