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Don't go. I'm just finishing up some stories about some boys I've come to know since I've been in this war.

Maybe you'll read about them soon in the Stars and Stripes or your newspaper back home.

Up there the barrage balloons stood out as if it were daytime, only now they were pink instead of silver.

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Our army does not have that snappy discipline of the Germans. Our boys sing in the street, laugh and shout and forget to salute.

In February I finally made it to the front lines of Tunisia and discovered how bad conditions for our troops really were.

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But there are those of us who have burned into our brains forever the unnatural sight of cold dead men scatter over the hillsides and ditches along the high rows of hedge all over the world.

And so it's over. The day that had so long seemed would never come has come at last. First a shouting of the good news you would think the shouter himself had brought it about. Then a sense of gigantic relief.

For six weeks before the invasion of Okinawa I was in a convoy. I was with a bunch of Marines, some seeing combat for the first time. They were group of rough, unshaven, competent Americans. I was in good hands.

We were in Paris, on the first day of the greatest day of all times. Thousands of people crowded up and shouted their joy for our coming.

I took a long walk on the historic coast of Normandy in the country of France. Some men were sleeping on the beach. Some were sleeping forever.

In March I made it to the beachhead at Anzio, about 160 miles north of Naples. Now that is one hell hole I won't soon forget

I at least wanted to hold his hand for the last few minutes of his life, but I didn't do it. I wish now that I had.

Then they laid him along side the road, in the moonlight all alone in the shadow of the low stone wall.

One of our boys said with fine soldier sarcasm: "Them poor dogfaces back home. Nothing to eat but greasy pork chops and steaks all of the time.

In North Africa. I never went too far away without a canteen of water, a pair of socks and a ditch. We were afraid of being strafed in case the Germans came over and saw men standing around the planes, so we wanted a nice ditch handing for diving into. The only way to get a nice ditch is to dig one. We wasted no time.

You could scarcely credit the fact that human beings could adapt themselves to the type of living just barely above caveman stage.