A German Fallschirmjäger's War Green Devils of Monte Cassino A German Fallschirmjäger's War, November 1943 – May 1944 I. The Road Below San Angelo November 1943 The trucks came down from the abbey at night, without headlamps, and the men of 6. Kompanie watched them pass from the ditch above the Via Casilina with the particular boredom of
The Casablanca of the North Stockholm WW2 spy center story Tjuvlyssnade, (eavesdropped) Stockholm, Autumn 1943 I. The trick was to look like you were waiting for someone who was late. Ingrid Sundqvist had learned this from Ternberg himself, in the flat above the tobacconist on Sibyllegatan, over coffee that had gone cold before either of them touched it. Nobody watches
THE COWBOY’S FAVORITE Frontier Provisions NECESSARY PROVISIONS FOR THE FRONTIER– For the Brave Soldier, the Hardy Cowboy & the Industrious Settler –THE COWBOY’S FAVORITE: ARBUCKLES’ ARIOSA COFFEE The Coffee that Won the West!
Civil_War The Irish Brigade, voice reading part of this story IrishBrigadepartofstory1byBattlefieldWitnessCom0:00/104.594251× The Irish BrigadeClear the Way A story of the Irish Brigade, Army of the Potomac, 1861–1862 I. Castle Garden, August 1861 He came off the ship at Castle Garden on a Tuesday morning in the third week of August, with four shillings and sixpence sewn
Civil_War The Irish Brigade Clear the Way A story of the Irish Brigade, Army of the Potomac, 1861–1862 I. Castle Garden, August 1861 He came off the ship at Castle Garden on a Tuesday morning in the third week of August, with four shillings and sixpence sewn into the coat lining and a
WW2 THE ROAD TO PONTECORVO 12 May 1944. A story from Operation Strangle — U.S. Twelfth Air Force, Italy. The valley was the greenest thing Ray Cafaro had seen in eleven months. He lay flat in the nose of the Mitchell, his chin maybe two feet above the Plexiglas, and watched Italy roll underneath him
WW2 WW2 Submarine Story – USS Garfish Fiction USS Garfish (SS-411) — South China Sea, fourteen miles southwest of Formosa October 1944 I. The smell came first, as it always did. Diesel and bilge-water and the particular sweetness of two dozen men's unwashed bodies compressed into a steel cylinder for thirty-one days — it lived
