The Fuel and Lube Section did not start operating as a section until the Liberty Ship which we had crossed the channel on, docked at Le Havre. From then until the present the section was to haul everything, including necessary supplies, special service, coal, men killed in action, German prisoners of war, liberated prisoners of war, displaced persons, shower details, and men going and coming on passes to Paris, Brussels, and other less famous cities. There was little rest to be had while on the road and it was always our turn for guard duty whenever we returned to the Company. We were always thankful when our Battalion became immobile for two or three days as then we could catch up on some much needed sleep. Reveille formations hampered sleeping to some extent but we knew this evil was necessary because at anytime one of us might attempt to swim the better than three thousand miles to our homeland and our absence would have to be recorded.

These are some of the things we shall always remember:

The comfortable sleeping quarters in our area near Reims. Nice safe snow for a mattress, the sky for a roof over our heads and the absence of a fire at night to keep us warm.

Our billet in Louvigny which consisted of one room in a bombed out structure that at one time had been a very nice home. To keep warm it was necessary to completely demolish the rest of the house in order to have wood for the fire place in our one room. The excessive amount of heat required to keep warm the aging bones of the ration section, who were at this time billeting with us made the arrival of orders to move very

welcome as we were about to rip off the sidewalks of our one remaining room. The early thaw two days before we moved necessitated our using a tent fly as a second ceiling and a barrel to catch the water as it fell from the ceiling to the fly and thence toward the floor.

The long road march from Louvigny, France to Ijzeren, Holland. The Battalion Maintenance Crew searched two days for Sauer and Connell who had fallen out with a supposedly kaput clutch. After an attempted spearhead drive east of Aachen with their one gasoline laden truck, they finally pulled into the Company area weary from loss of sleep and excited over their attempted drive on Berlin.

Our billet in Ijzeren - The cake that Mama baked us which turned out to be hot cakes with a weight of three pounds per cake. The midnight snacks mimela pies and ersatz coffee that Mama forced upon us and which made everyone of us toss and talk in our sleep all night long. The 'Fliggedebombs' flying overhead at night.

The Monastery with its lack of steam heat, electric lights, and toilet facilities.

Our excitement over at last making our first delivery of supplies to the Companies under actual combat conditions.

The move across the Roer River, the incorrect information as to the whereabouts of the Companies which brought home to us the fact that from now on we were more or less on our own.

Our being sniped at as we went through Gerderath in blackout on our way to Arsbeck and the surprising pickup that these 2-1/2 ton trucks of the U. S. Army have.

Our close call when our supporting T. D.'s took us for enemy troops.

Our glee in being able to wake up Service Company at three o'clock in the morning and making them refuel between Kaldenkirchen and Herongen.

The move with Service Company from Herongen to Aldekirk. Everyone was thankful that the enemy had not had time to mine all the fields from the Roer to the Rhine.

Our move with the line Companies to Lintfort. The hurried detour through the fields when the vehicle ahead of us was knocked out by an eighty-eight and the continuous shelling of the road by the enemy.

Our nonchalant frying of bacon and egg sandwiches while soldiers of the 35 Infantry Division were taking cover under our vehicles. Little did we realize at the moment that the machine gun fire and sporadic rifle firing around us was not only that of our own troops but enemy troops as well.

Johnson and Mann's ride through the streets of Lintfort picking up our dead with snipers firing an occasional round in their direction.

Sauer's and Spencer's night in the mud between Lintfort and Rhineberg and the realization of the unsafety of their position when at daybreak a half a dozen German soldiers came out of the woods nearby and tried to surrender.

The first sight of mass German dead between Lintfort and Rhineberg.

The foot race between Sauer and Spencer for a cellar when the 88's started coming too close - Sauer an easy winner.

Our grandstand seats while watching our P-47's go into action.

The high priority on cellars and our nights in the brick kiln.

The cost of lives, tanks, and half-tracks that our Combat Command paid in order to achieve its mission.

The strafing by an enemy plane on the trip to a rest area with 'Blackie' Martin reaching cover first although he was handicapped by riding in the middle between Johnson and Porter.

The rest area in Venlo and the narration by the Dutch of the treatment accorded to them by the Germans who had been their rulers for five long years.

The road march across the Rhine which made us feel as though we were moving into forbidden territory but gave us a feeling of ecstasy at our ability to do so.

The record time in which Lockwood dug a slit trench at the sound of enemy artillery fire coming close.

The tankers and ack-ack firing at our own bombers returning from a mission into Germany.

The road march from Kirchellin to Sudkirchen with each driver doing his own leading after waking up and finding no convoy ahead of him.

The blackout move from Sudkirchen to Delbruck with the first ten miles covered in twenty minutes.

The blackout drive back to Dorsten for gasoline and our first ride on the Autobahn.

Mann and 'Blackie' Martin's tour of Germany in search of Service Company.

The push back on the Ruhr Pocket with the first objective being Soest.

Our traveling in column by day and night with the line companies billeting now and then with German civilians while Service Company continued their habit of seeking spacious wheat fields for their billets.

Standing guard with Headquarters Company one night and Service Company the next.

Our ringside seat of the bombing of the German hospital in Werl by a German Jet-propelled plane.

Mann and Blackies' nonchalant drive past 'A' Company whose men were taking cover in ditches because of the enemy mortar fire landing around them. Of course they were not aware of what was happening.

The night at Gehrlinger when we were supposedly cut off by the enemy from both the front and the rear. If there were tiger