The attached article from a 1944 issue of Yank tells the story of a quiet little spot behind the front lines where American GIs were able to enjoy 24 hours of peace before being returned to the meat-grinder:
“Sergeant Carmine Daniello, of Brooklyn, New York, smoked a big cigar during the afternoon…he was taking it easy in his own way. He didn’t want to sleep just now. He said, ‘Just sitting around like this is all I want right now. ‘On the other side of the river it had been so bad. Every time you got up to attend to some necessary business they’d throw artillery.'”
“What bothered Daniello was the way the stories of the war came out in print. ‘If an American Dogface gets it, why not say so?'”
CLICK HERE… to read one man’s account of his struggle with shell shock…
