While we were putting in a triangulation base near Bastogne the following afternoon, 10 to 15 shells landed on the road a few hundred yards behind us. As note keeper, I stood next to the transit operator to record the angles turned and the distances taped in the surveyor's book. At the end of the day back in Wideumont, Christine's aunt and uncle, with the help of Elting, pulled a great gag on me by telling me Christine had gone back to Arlon. I'm sure my reaction amused them, but Christine and I danced to records again and we managed to escape the surveillance of Christine's aunt for about 30 seconds. Just long enough to give her a kiss--Christine, that is, not her aunt!
Aug 28th RAIN RAIN and mud Lu from his memoirs: We settled into a routine of extending and improving our control surveys and existing on "K" and "C" rations and sleeping in soggy pup tents. There was lots of rain and mud and finding ways to improve living conditions was a constant challenge. As Cliff pointed out in his book, we had some talented buddies with inventive minds. Tom Fourshes, of Cadiz, Kentucky built a compact, wood fired cooking stove on which we could heat our rations, spread hot cheese on crackers, and boil eggs obtained from farmers. We found straw and dry grass to put under our bed rolls, but we never found a way to keep the water our of our fox holes. We didn't have too much incoming artillery, but I noted on August 26 'Priebe hits fox hole as I leave it going for mine as shells land in river' We also began a close relationship with our Field Artillery gun battalions. The 561st next to us were equipped with "155 Long T
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