Pisa, Italy and Surrounding
AreaJuly 1944 - December 1945
"When I was flown back to Italy, I got another
surprise when I walked into the welding tent, and the Master Sergeant in charge
was making a big mess on welding something. He saw I had been watching, so he
handed me the welding rod, and said see if you can do anything with so and so. I
could tell that he had the machine turned up too high, so I cut it back where it
was supposed to be and started welding. Afterwards, he acted like he was all
mad, or either surprised.""The Italians had it
rough eating. A guy named Martinee in our tent was an Italian-American.
He met people in the street who carried us in to their houses. We would have
Italian wine in glasses, which was good. We would open up their icebox to find
they only had mustard greens to eat. Every home had wine though, in big glass
jugs which were 3 feet tall full of wine within the house. Most houses had wine
cellars. Grapes grew everywhere, in people's yards, had stakes like we have
beans here, and also grew out in the fields. Kids ran around in the winter
barefooted. Their feet looked like they had never been washed. They would walk
around with empty coffecans, asking for food scraps. Saw them looking in garbage
cans, hunting something, anything to eat. The Italian word for food was
"munjatti", and was symbolized by putting their hand to their
mouth."
"When they waved bye, it was different than our custom, and
would wave towards them. Nearly all Italians rode on bicycles, if they could
get ahold of one. They didn't have cars."
"I was in the 12th Army Air Force Service Group. Planes that
got shot up too bad to make it back to their base landed to be worked on so
they could make it back. It wasn't any trouble to catch a ride along the main
highway on the Italian coast from where we were into town, which was about twenty
minutes away. I was at the field in Pisa, when a truck load of us went
to see the Harlem Globetrotters play at Leghorn (or Italians called Livorno)
one night.
Before they played, they had another game, made up of regular players. When
the players started warming up, Billy James was on the team! We were
on the same basketball team at Puckett. I went out on the court, and tapped
him on the shoulder, and he turned around. I don't know which one had the biggest
surprise. He looked like he had gained a hundred pounds. We visited several
times until I had to move up closer to the front lines. He was in the Medics
Hospital at Leghorn (the American name, the Italians called it Livorno. Billy
James is now dead. His brother, Curtis James, a preacher, is still living."
Billy James
"I wrote Ches during the war, and told
him if close to Rome, to look me up. While we were staying in Grosseto,
we went to Rome on a three day pass. When I got back to the tent, someone
was in my cot, with his head turned where I couldn't see him. I bumped the cot,
and told him to get up. He didn't respond, so I bumped it again, and Ches (my
brother), jumped up. He wanted to know where I had been, and I said to Rome at
the rest center. He said he thought I was in one there, compared to what he had
been in."
"During this time, I knew something was fixing
to come off. They had pulled back part of the army from the frontlines in Italy.
When coming back from Rome, every airfield base I passed was covered with
planes, ready to take off. This was when the Normandy invasion was occuring.
""When the army pulled back to Naples, Ches
asked his sergeant if he could come to meet me. After spending the night with me
near Naples, Ches was still wearing his "O.D.s" (old winter wool pants and
shirt). We had oil drums on a steel frame, with piped water up to the drum to
heat for showers. Drums were also cut in half, with burners under them to clean
dishes and stuff from the mess hall. Ches said that the only bath he had out in
the field was with his steel helmet. Ches said that I had the best job in the
army."
Some of Dad's buddies -
Billy James