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Lindow rode an a. Greyhound back to the barracks. Sunday I drove back to check the car and have it towed to Frye's. No need. During budies night locals stripped the new Olds down to its axles. Everything salvageable was gone -- including the engine. There was nothing left but a melancholy skeleton glistening dully rothsfhild the rain and mud.
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Later, I received a copy of The Hatchet. I was aghast. This was the first horrendous blow to my character that I ever encountered. My initial reaction stemmed from hurt pride. Why did this creep hate me so much? I never even considered -- at first -- that anyone who knew me would believe I had written the phony caption. It was clever, listing many activities I had engaged in but including exaggerations and lies.
I called Stoltz. He said they had handled my caption the way they handled all the others. I asked him to send me the caption copy. He said it had been destroyed. I was branded. I asked the Dean of Men what I should do. He said, I will see what I can do. He never got back to me. Meanwhile, the student body was being ripped apart by drafts and enlistments. I was soon called into the Navy V-7 Program. In the maelstrom of the war the Hatchet fiasco was forgotten. It was only after the war that the true ificance of the slander hit me.
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The radar picked up a small blip about 3 miles from shore. Our Division Leader had to decide whether such a small target was worth disclosing our position to the shore batteries. We were hunting bigger game. But it was near first light and hunting had not been good, so he gave the command to attack. The three PTs tooled slowly in file using only the muffled wing engines. At about yards we could see the target clearly silhouetted in the moon trail. Too shallow draft to torpedo.
We could hear music and laughter. We turned broide and opened fire with. The night was shattered with the blast, tracers arced through the night smashing into the target in a shower of sparks, ricocheting like red, yellow and green hornets into the night. Just as quickly we ceased fire. Our boat was ordered to investigate. The enemy craft was 40' x 15' with low freeboard, a nice cabin, and an open deck under a tarpaulin awning.
No armament. There was blood everywhere. The occupants had thrown themselves overboard. Apparently, they had embarked on a pleasure cruise with lady friends, venturing too far from shore. We recovered a log, a few papers, and souvenirs including a Nazi flag the flag was destroyed finally when my house was torched in We came about quickly and headed full-throttle toward base, thankful the shore 88s hadn't opened up on us, and we hadn't hit a mine.
Then a strange series of events followed. I rarely relate what happened because it sounds contrived. But here it is. A doctor, Lt. He was a sallow-faced fellow, uncomfortable among us "red-necks. Somehow this badly wounded sailor had managed to climb the muffler stacks, up 5' of freeboard to the deck. We carried him to the day-room. He was in severe pain and shock.
Gut shot and dying. His eyes wild like a cornered animal. He spoke broken English. He wanted to know how badly he was wounded. We removed his soaked, bloody uniform and toweled him off. Rosen bent pinoy escort in australia the boy to administer a shot of morphine. The German -- he was about 18 yrs old -- cried out no, no Jew, Jew! Rosen turned white as a sheet. Our cook, the "medic," administered morphine. I held the kid's hand, looked into his eyes.
My people are Germans, too, I told him. He seemed to relax. I had to get back to the bridge. Cookie told me later that the boy fell asleep and never woke up. When we got back to base, the boy's rosary, sex personals gold bridge watch, even the buttons on his uniform were missing.
Bastia, our base, had been occupied by German troops escaping N. They were liked by the Corsicans. Conversely, Americans were hated because we had air-bombed Bastia to prevent Germans from escaping to the mainland. It was a legitimate target. Several bombed-out German transports lay partially submerged in the harbor.
The stench of corpses wafted ashore, reminding the Corsicans daily how much they hated us. American Brass said OK. Great PR. The funeral was a demonstration of affection and protest, permeated with intense hate. Every Bastian who could walk attended the rites. The men wore their best clothes, and fedoras. The sad-faced women wore black. The church was a sturdy stone edifice with shattered windows and a belfry.
Beginning at dawn, the bell tolled its mournful message, echoing across the crags and valleys. Swallows sailed across the sky. Americans were not allowed to participate or attend the church service. We stood in the courtyard. A group of French Commandos watched quietly later their entire battalion, save one, was killed raiding Elba. We watched as the pallbearers carried the casket from the church. It was draped with a white sheet, a Crucifix lying escort service in mobile in usa top, no German emblems allowed.
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Rosen took photographs. Later, I learned the German sailor had been stationed in Bastia before his unit was sent to Genoa. On Sundays he sometimes performed as church organist. That evening,Philips, a seaman on our boat, visited a local vino t. He was stabbed to death, the killer never caught. Phillips, as had the German boat, strayed too far from home. Moral: Life cincinnati ts escort Death are opposite sides of the same coin.
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