BY ROGER SMITH
Extracts from the book:
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Flies and worse in the Western Desert
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A peculiar addiction to Irish lyrics
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Burying the dead Tebaga Gap
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British Army at a minefield near Sfax,
Tunisia
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The countryside near Sousse, Tunisia
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The Padre's tools of trade
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A minefield near Takrouna, Tunisia
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Kelly in Cairo
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Housekeeping in a two-man bivvy in the
rain Sangro, Italy
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Falling asleep on duty Sangro
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Kelly dies at
the Sangro River
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Civilians caught in the frontline
Castel Frantano, Italy
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Getting sadness off your chest
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Giant drunken zooming fireflies
Alife, Italy
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Christmas 1943
back from the front
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Maori Battalion,
Trocchio, Italy
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Fear, and fear of fear Cassino,
Italy
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A break from Cassino
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All in a days work in the Cassino
rubble
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There for your
mate at the finish Terelle, Italy
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COUNTRYSIDE NEAR SOUSSE,
TUNISIA |
The scenery unfolded with sweeping vistas of olive groves and fields of wheat in a
verdant landscape that was a joy to behold. Near Sousse we caught a wonderful final
glimpse before we left the sea behind the glorious blue of the Mediterranean caught
in a half-circlet of pearl-white villas bathed by a golden sun. Further on, the groves
were sparsely dotted with picturesque houses, most standing two stories high, the outline
of their white walls broken by tall trees and small jutting windows erratically spaced
across the facade. Sometimes a tiny mosque, its domed roof glinting in the sunshine, would
sparkle like a beacon across a sea of wheat.
TAKING THE PADRE TO THE BATTLE
START LINE |
The padre wandered back with me to the jeep, cheerfully humming to himself, a stretcher
over one shoulder and a bundle of white crosses over the other.
A MINEFIELD NEAR TAKROUNA,
TUNISIA |
We stopped at the edge of the minefield and the Scorpions went to work with a great
clatter of flails. Kenny and I went up to watch them. We froze as a flare went up from a
Hun post at the foot of Takrouna. It was quickly followed by two more. They hung above the
minefield, brilliantly lighting up the two scorpions, whose chain flails thrashed madly in
a dusty arcs as they worked their way across the field. The circle of light also revealed
our waiting line of carriers, and two German anti-tank guns opened up immediately with
armour piercing tracer. The shells seemed to come towards us slowly, like fiery balls
flung flat and straight, before accelerating madly as they passed with a scream and a
whip-like crack. |
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