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The Decoy
Doughboy
Souvenir Edition -- Printed in Czechoslovakia
May 23, 1945. -- Publishes by and for the
men of the 18th Combat Team. -- First Infantry Division, U. S. Army.
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THREE ROUNDS SWEEPING . .
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| When the History of the European War is
written and the final tribute is paid to those that
gave the supreme sacrifice, we of the 32nd Field would
like to have our deep admiration and respect for our
own 18th Infantry Regiment. Some of us have seen you
in the attack and others have only heard, but all
agree that you of the 18th are more than our partners
in battle, you are truly our Buds. Most of us have
followed you across the sands of Africa and into the
Mountains of Sicily,.. We've poured out steel in
support of you on the Historic Beaches of Normandy,
across France, Belgium, Germany, always ready and at
your call. we've done our best but all agree that it
never was as good as we would have liked it to be.. So
if ever there comes a time when, in or out of battle,
one of you needs support, just call for Dipper and our
steely fingers will lash out at whatever it is , be it
Policeman or Marine; remember only to say Tallyvoo.... |
K.M.A.
(With Apologies to the
Big Ape From
The New World) |
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(To memory of our days in Africa)
THE OX'S TALE
By Major Allston S Golf
In the cold dark of the morning,
When the day is late in dawning
And the chow line forms beneath the only tree,
A poor trade for their hunger,
It's the British Compote Ration known as "E".
When the noon hour fast approaches,
And your hunger close encroaches
And visions form of meals about to be,
A queer aroma rises
That baffles all surmises,
It's the British Compote Ration known as "E".
In the evening late at supper,
You can hear the battery mutter
And the cooks are quite as nervous as can be,
For the slum without fail,
Is that some old Ox's tail,
It's the British Compote Ration known as "E".
On the plains of old Tunisie,
Many bones will rest uneasy
And not the kind you think they ought to be,
Neither ancient nor modern
With slum juice slightly sadden,
It's the British Compote Ration known as "E".
Barrett �Parteeys�
After 5 years with the 32nd F. A. Bn, Capt. Harry E. Barratt is
returning to the US with a view to earning the American Theatre Ribbon.
Captain Barratt, lovingly referred to as Chief by his Junior Officiers
came to the 32 in Devens and never lost a day since the beginning of it
all. Holder of two Silver Stars, it is expected that Captain Barratt
will return to American Fork, Utah withi a view to joining in a campaign
to drive the Indians from the Salt Lake area and establishing an
American Colony there. We the members of Battery C tearfully salute our
Chief and wish him Godspeed and Tallyvoo.
Social Note
To the footsoldiers of the 3rd Bn., 18th Inf., who sweat out the
marriage of one of the 32nd�s FO�s, let it be known that Lt. W. J.
Brady was happily married in Liege and is sweating out a job as
assistant to something like a Military Attache on the Belgique front.
Au Revoir
Leaving C Battery of the 32nd, Staff Sgt. Bussolari, Sgt. Joe
Garrity and Cpl Walt Szura are collecting addresses of people to be
remembered in the PTO, CBI, and points west � tallyvoo.
Good News from �Nick
Recent reports leave Lt. Nick Katsiaficas in the 4343rd Hosp.
Plant at APO 513. Included in the last letter were descriptions of how
he finished off numbers 13, 14 and 15. They exposed themselves to Nicks
M-1 and went the way at all good Nazis. We of the 32nd are proud of
Nick, who does pretty well for a non-combatant.
Expensive!
It was a snappy salute, alright, and Captain Frederick C. Griswold
of Buffalo, New York, did his best to return it. Too bad the bottle of
Champagne was tucked under his right arm. Groaning in unison, as it
smashed on the pavement were Colonel Bechtold, Majors Goff and Haddock,
Captains Barratt, Haight, Hudson, Silvo, Whittemore.
This all happaned back in Algiers, on the Divisions return to
Oran. They say that Algiers was never the same after we left it.
A Modern Rip.
Many strange things happened March 23 at El Geuttar. One of the
strangest, to Cpl David J. McCarthy of Dipper Baker and Fitchburg,
Mass... Asleep in his hole and overlooked when his battery was ordered
to withdraw, McCarthy slept blissfully through the German occupation of
the position and its recapture by the 16th Inf. Rested after a good
nights sleep, he awoke only after a salvage team from the battery had
re-entered the area. Grabbing his
messkit he whistled a cheery tune as he made his way to the small group
of men gathered in the vicinity of the kitchen. Here, much to his
consternation, he learned what had transpired. Three days later his was
still wandering around, scratching his head and muttering to himself,
,,It Shouldn�t happen to Rip Van Winkle.
NOTES
It was a rare occasion when one of our guns made a mistake, but
during the battle of Et Guettar on the morning of March 23, 1943 one
did, which paid off in dividends. The number four gun of Battery A fired
500 yards left of the other three bursts and scored a direct hit on a
Mark V tank which blow up in flames.
The lives of 1st Lt. Harold Warshow and 1st Lt. Harold Collins
have followed a strange parallel. From the moment they met in Prep
School, way back in 1932 they found out they had more in commen than
identical first names. And they became inseperable buddies. Both were
raised in Brooklyn (no remarks please) and both were following the same
studies in school. There always existed a friendly rivalry between the
boys in everything they attempted together, espicially their chosen
profession, Commercial Art. After school they sort of drifted apart and
it took the war to bring them together again. Lt. Collins, fresh over
from the States joined the very same Battalion his bud had been in thru
the N. African and Sicilian campaigns.
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