While surveying in the morning and early afternoon from Foy to Noville and off on a side road to Vaux, we saw some disturbing sights. There were numerous deserted Tiger Mark IIIs and IVs and Sherman tanks. Noville, for all practical purposes, was destroyed. Hitler Jugend (youth) signs were in evidence everywhere. Giulio and I saw what appeared to be a trash rubble pit near a shell hole at the side of the main road. In it was a battered arm, all that remained of what was once a man. On the way to Vaux, we came upon many dead Germans. Private Blank, the GI I had guarded two months before, acted like a mad man as he tore around looting the bodies. "That guy!" Giulio commented wryly, " I expect to see him howling at the moon some night."
My hands and feet felt frozen as I went back toward Wideumont in the late afternoon with Shelton, Bruno, and Elting. Supposedly we were to pick up a tire and get things out of our duffel bags. The real purpose was to see Christine. On the way we met battery vehicles moving up, and about 100 yards from Christine's house we encountered a motors truck with the tire we needed. Seeing all the movement of vehicles, we thought we would be moving too, so we returned to Sibret at once only to learn that survey wasn't moving.
My hands and feet felt frozen as I went back toward Wideumont in the late afternoon with Shelton, Bruno, and Elting. Supposedly we were to pick up a tire and get things out of our duffel bags. The real purpose was to see Christine. On the way we met battery vehicles moving up, and about 100 yards from Christine's house we encountered a motors truck with the tire we needed. Seeing all the movement of vehicles, we thought we would be moving too, so we returned to Sibret at once only to learn that survey wasn't moving.
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