"When I was stationed at a field in
Cassino, on the Arno River, a few of us would get a fisherman to
carry us across the river on his boat to a small cafe, when we got tired of C
rations. We would carry something to cook, like potatoes, french fries, and
meat, and when it came time to go back across, we would whistle, and the
fisherman would come back down the river and carry us across."
"When the war was over, we were living in a two
story building within the town of Cassino. We didn't have a bathroom or toilet,
so, we dug a hole close to the street, with enough lumber for the hole, but no
walls. I was sitting on one, when a woman stopped and was trying to tell me
something in Italian. When she kept grabbing my shirt, I finally understood that
she wanted to do my laundry."