. . .after reading your letters, I want to tell you that you are too, too tense about my safety here. Don’t worry – I’m pretty careful and anyway we are usually several miles behind the front lines where rifle, machine gun, & hand-to-hand combat is carried out. We are only subjected to shell, mortar fire, and now and then a plane flits over us and drops a bomb or two and strafes vehicles on the road. And if a guy’s pretty careful and not trying to take chances he has a darn good chance of never getting hurt at all.
Take a few days ago. We had our trucks on the road ready to convoy. A shell whistled over & I saw the burst of white phosphorus several hundred yards behind us but in line with us. So I says to the boys as long as we aren’t actually moving let’s just high-tail it down the cellar (we were standing by a house). So come of us do. Not 20 seconds later there was a scramble of fellows all trying to come in with ust at once. Shells were coming in & of course that is what I surmised and was safe. I cannot comment on casualties ever, Mother. It is better they are forgotten anyhow.
This is hard read. I guess it is because I have heard your grandfather talking about this and know the pain he was in.
ReplyDeleteI think it's also an indication of how he had to compartmentalize his feelings just to survive. He said he never shed a tear overseas.
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