Show anzio beachhead like night in hell says utah soldier tile the following are excerpts from aletter a loiter written by a salt lake city boy to the linotype operator on this paper the soldier Is with a medical battalion there much I 1 can say but I 1 can call tell you I 1 am now on the anzio beachhead beacha 1 ead in italy of course nothing ca can I 1 i be said about the fighting but I 1 can say all the follows fellows have one on eye cocked on rome which the right annap will show you douar Is away tills this ls Is the place where the news reels used to show old bald baldhead headed cd mussolini ditc 11 ing hay with his farmers rs it is all low marsh land drained by a network of canals good for farming I 1 guess but it if a fellow digs ills his foxhole an all inch or two too deep lie ha finds lie he has a well on his hands the domed darned thing fills up with muddy water 1 I told you that this is good farm 4 court country try both good and bad depending on how much sympathy you have for the farmer caught in tho the middle of a battlefield the farmers livestock have certainly served us well every once in a while a chicken gets tangled up in barbed wire poor thing or a sow steps on a land mine and we have a feast even at ther a battlefield steak makes the mouth water and to see a herdt Of elices grazing peacefully in no roans mans land is something indeed tho the thep shep herd has taken off to somo some safer spots but the ilie sheep continue to grow tat fat and woolly under the watchful eyo eye of his sheep dog who faithfully tends the flock with scorn tor for both americans americana and germans and what Is it like on our beachhead well frankly without lug ing any secrets secie ts its quite often like a night in hell but there will come a quirt quiet spell and a flirtatious tank tagged lagged with the name fertile myrtle will rumble noisily down the road or one of the fellows will dig up a bottle of vino from some muddy cellar and tile the world sits firmly on tour four legs legi again then there are those wonderful days when clear char skies open up the way tor for our american big bombers from our grandstand seats we watch the show wave after wave of them horribly beautiful as they fly over us to pound the kavuts in the rear where it hurts hurls these airmen are never wholly real to us ui slugging it out with the mud on the ground they are part of another world winged angels or devils depending on whether hitting for or agin you |