At the time we passed this sign, Tunis and Bizerte were still held by the Germans. Our outfit was headed for Beja. The ammo dump came up shortly after we passed this sign. It was a nice feeling to know that we were far from the shelling, but one had to stay alert for strafing by the Luftwaffe swiftly swooping in from either end of the column.

Not much thought was given to how low this piece of real estate was for flooding when they stacked this ammunition. It was also conspicuously open for destruction by enemy aircraft.

These tanks were waiting at a crossroads while our battalion passed by on the road in front of them.
Clearly tank commanders were not supposed to line up side-by-side to chat (like two police cars in civilian life) because they became an obvious target for enemy aircraft.

One of the men in our headquarters' medical detachment picked up this hungry puppy and tagged him “Band Aid.” He really did “patch” up our morale. He loved “C” rations and would enjoy cleaning out the leftovers in a can, sparkling clean.
I recall one time when one of the men was yelling, with Band Aid snugly under his arm as he ran into his tent, “It's our turn to have him. You guys had him long enough!”

This multipurpose, anti-aircraft, and anti-tank weapon had a legendary status because of its versatility and unusual muzzle velocity. Apparently, it had a three-piece barrel with an inner chamber of high quality steel that could be partially replaced. When fitted into the Tiger Tank it could destroy an Allied tank at 2,000 yards.
Our Sherman tank had to be within 500 to 600 yards to penetrate German armor.

Shallow graves of dead German soldiers (left behind) were dug and marked by the Allies. They were always located within view of the road, for later interment, by our quartermaster section.

When an enemy aircraft was shot out of the sky, it appeared that every allied unit within five miles of the event claimed to have brought it down. Even infantry riflemen put in claims. The numbers looked good in the army unit archives.

This enemy fighter aircraft was shot down by our Battalion. Well, that is what we officially claimed! I rather doubt that Germany had as many planes as the Allies claimed to have shot down.

The rapid-fire gun was anchored to the concrete at one of the ports on the Mediterranean in North Africa.

If I recall correctly, our convoy was stopped for some time and I went forward to visit with Hutch during the long delay. We both managed to “acquire” 15th Air Force sheepskin clothing during our stay in Foggia.
It was very cold in the mountains of Italy in the wintertime.

These German prisoners were not the least bit unhappy that the war was over for them. This group belonged to Rommel's elite Korps who had been fighting the British 8th Army along the coast of North Africa. Notice that one of our officers is standing on the left side of the group; he wanted this picture to send home and practically begged me for a copy.

This picture was taken in Africa after the fall of Tunis and Bizerte and before we shipped out for Italy. Sgt. Pezzula is sitting to my left. I am the only one wearing a cap - just in case you don't recognize me at this time.
A great bunch of men.