Dawn on November 17, 1944 showed overcast skies and colder temperatures which made sentry duty especially uncomfortable and trying with the need of staying fully alert during that night.
our outpost the seventeenth of December was just a copy of the16th.
One soldier brought us some K rations and a little bit of news. One of
our other platoons had been in a brief fire fight with some Germans and
in this short skirmish our executive officer had been shot in the head
and killed. Our orders were to continue manning fox holes and report
any unusual activity.
As it turned out there was nothing to
report. For me it was just another lonely day in a fox hole originally
made for two soldiers. However the man who was supposed to be with me
had been wounded two days before by a shell burst and was now in
The forest never looked more hostile with clouds and fog sometimes at tree top level.
Of the German offensive we were told nothing.