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Uncounted weeks in action had made Pfc. Devon Hunsaker a ragged, unshaven, mud-caked infantryman.Slogging wearily back from the lines north of Davao last week, dreaming of his home in Utah, he saw a vaguely familiar face in the column of replacements moving forward. "What's your outfit, buddy?" he asked. "Thirty-first Infantry," said the newcomer, and moved on. A quarter of a mile later, Private Hunsaker slapped his thigh and exclaimed: "I knew I had seen that guy before. He's my brother...
...soldier's wretched little realities. Beginning with Company C's first fearful, fascinated look at death in North Africa, the G.I.'s lives are played out in endless rain,' mud, hunger, boredom, weariness and fear. The film's soldiers are grimy and unshaven; they do not march but stumble on in utter weariness; they talk in low, tired tones...
...rumbling down from Balete Pass through dust and mud. It was in the roads punched out of mountain sides while the battles went on, in the bridges built, the airstrips rolled, the lumber cut, the dirt hauled by the engineers. He would also find it in the muddy, lined, unshaven faces of the infantrymen, seasoned fighters who beat mountains, jungles and rain as well as Japanese. What the Americans had better than Bushido was fighting heart and unmatched ability to fight an engineers...
...45th slogged north through the Apennines for four months, with virtually no rest. Its infantrymen were the men Sergeant Bill Mauldin, himself a 45th Division soldier, drew in his cartoons-unshaven, unkempt, unbeatable. They were pulled out of the line only after they had cleared the approaches to Cassino, given a few days rest. Then they were sent into the smoky, battered beachhead at Anzio. A headquarters commandant grimly noted: "In the last months I have seen six battalion commanders come...
...entry road runs past several largish buildings. These had been cleared; and now we began to meet the liberated. Several hundred Russians, French, Yugoslavs, Italians and Poles were here, frantically, hysterically happy. They began to kiss us, and there is nothing you can do when a lot of hysterical, unshaven, lice-bitten, half-drunk, typhus-infected men want to kiss you. Nothing at all. You cannot hit them, and besides, they all kiss you at the same time. It is no good trying to explain that you are only a correspondent. A half-dozen of them were especially happy...