SICILY
OPERATION HUSKY
“Here in Sicily they do their farming on the mountain sides, so most of it is done by hand. The people are very poor, but they treat us pretty good and were very glad to see us come. I never thought I’d get so darn far away from home.”
“THE GHOST MARCH”
From the African harbor at Mers el Kebir, twelve ships carried the 9th Infantry to the capital city of Sicily on July 28th. The voyage was peaceful, the skies and seas of the Mediterranean were dominated by the Allies. But on August 1, as they entered the harbor of Palermo, a German bombing raid unloaded on them in the darkness of early morning. The Junkers Ju 87s or “Stuka” dive-bombers succeeded in sinking one ship in the convoy and killing a handful of Americans on the ship decks, but lost planes from the anti-aircraft return fire. The 60th Regiment escaped entirely unscathed. Captain Matt Urban was on deck of the S.S Orizaba, and assisted in spotting for the gunnery crews as their spotter was killed in the first wave. Pvt. Simpson of the 9th Reconnaissance Group manned a gun and managed to shoot down a plane. As the sun rose, the 9th began to disembark into the city taken by Patton’s 2nd Armored days earlier. The harbor was in shambles, destroyed by bombings and the men bivouacked 12 miles east of the city. The next day they move inland to the town of Nicosia where their mission assignment awaited.
The plan had been to use the 9th to relieve the 1st Infantry that had arrived earlier in the initial invasion landings south of the island. The 1st had fought its way north and by August 1st was just outside the town of Troina. General Bradley saw the perfect opportunity to use the 60th Infantry Regiment’s expertise in mountain fighting for the final push through the Caronie Mountains to the German’s stronghold at Messina.
The Germans had the town of Troina heavily defended and drove back numerous attempts by the 1st Infantry to break through, despite its own sizable force pushing along the well-paved highway leading to town. The German weakness was to the north, an area of steep mountains and mule trails believed to be unaccessible to any armed units. General Bradley decided the 60th would need to trek these mountains to force the enemy to retreat by cutting the one road leading to Randazzo from the north coast. The flanking attack from Capizzi would have to be done in complete silence and darkness to achieve total surprise from Mt. Pelato – a battle tactic called “a ghost march”. The total distance would be about 40 miles for 4,000 men to cover, with the minimum equipment of a few rations and one blanket per man to survive the cold mountains. Behind them, the 15th Engineers would follow to build a road behind the flanking regiment.
Captain Urban again led F Company’s 150 men in the mountain march. He recalled: Cattle could not even be disturbed. German scouts were known to wear cowbells as a way to remain undetected in these hilly pastures. Frequently we found ourselves crouching in the underbrush, waiting for a herd of scrubby dairy cows to pass. Even the singing of birds and the routines of wildlife had to be undisturbed. Most difficult of all were the necessary halts during twelve hours of daylight. We were already cramped by the penetrating cold of the mountain altitude and had to crouch in awkward positions, squeezed together, almost motionless. We were forced to endure long, drawn-out days. Areas infested with biting insects made our flesh twitch and suffer painful stings.
It was late on the third night that a weakened Captain Urban had a misstep and began to slip down the steep mountainside. He caught himself with the roots of a shrub and held on over the rocky drop below. Since it was dark and the men had been spaced in intervals, he feared recuse wouldn’t arrive. Luckily a few attentive soldiers noticed the captain was gone and and reached him, pulled him back up and saved his life.
The ghost march had worked. German artillery north of Troina got word of the flanking battalion and chose to withdraw from their position. The removal of the artillery forced the rest of the defenders of Troina to withdraw the city as well, allowing the 1st Division to move in and occupy the stronghold.
THE GOUMIERS
“RACE TO MESSINA”
The 60th continued their ghost march from Mt. Pelato to Mt. Camolato, just north of Cesarò, the Goums steadily protecting their flank on the north. The 1st Battalion ran into German artillery early in the morning before reaching the mountain. They sustained high casualties in the shelling – 27 dead and least 100 wounded. The battlion was completely pinned down by the Germans on the high ground. Lawrence’s 2nd Battalion took up positions just behind the 1st when a strong patrol of Germans ambushed the rear squads and killed five men. Fortunately, the 60th’s artillery was able to reached a position to counterattack in a deep ravine. Using air plane observers, they could locate the German artillery in its own ravine and shelled the position, freeing the trapped battalion. The German guns had been the new Nebelwerfer rocket gun, nicknamed the screaming meenie by American troops for its high-pitched wailing sound the six-barreled weapon produced. It could fire much quicker than the 88’s they used in Africa and were much more agile, allowing for swift directional changes.
By the next morning, American patrols found the Germans had withdrawn again, leaving Mt. Camolato for the 2nd Battalion to occupy. Meanwhile the 47th Regiment moved on the city of Cesaro to the south. The Germans had left a trail of blown bridges and mine fields, but did little to stop the advance and quickly the 47th gained control of the city. With the 60th quickly trekking over the Caronie Mountains in a constant flanking maneuver, the Germans were forced to retreat from their positions near the Mt. Etna volcano. Once again, their rear guard focused on artillery shelling and mine fields to slow the progress of the advance.
They were full of ‘teller mines’, ‘S’ mines, booby traps, and some of the dead Germans were booby-trapped because they knew the Americans were looking for souvenirs, blowing up in their face. We had several people trapped in a mine field and one of them called for a medic and I went in with Maganelli, I believe his name was, from California. He was the first-aid man working with me. First thing he did was kneel down on a teller mine and blew his leg off. He laid there and I put a tourniquet on and the first thing he asked for was a cigarette. I gave him one and he lit it and took about three puffs and died. – 9th Infantry Medic Robert Hughes, north of Randazzo.
With the smoldering and smoking volcano to their south, the 60th continued its long footslog under artillery bombardment and reached the town of Floresta. They moved further to take the mountains of Monte Moro and Monte Pomarazzo, facing excessive artillery shelling zeroed-in on the latter. They soon took Monte Albano and on August 14, they pushed on the town of Basico. With the remaining island of Sicily narrowing towards Messina, the 9th halted and was pinched-out by the 3rd Infantry Division to the north and the British to the south. The 9th’s campaign in Sicily was over and three days later, Messina fell and all of Sicily was liberated from Nazi rule.
It was cold up in the mountains, especially when the clouds came down at night. Many a supply mule had his hooves tied, was flopped to the ground, and a couple of GIs hunkered down beside the mules to keep warm. The after-smell on the GIs wasn’t too great. On some days, there would be heavy artillery fire, blown bridges, and roads that were heavily mined. During this campaign, although we did have our supply problems licked, it was probably tougher on the men than the Sedjeanne, owing to the extreme rugged areas of the country. We hiked long distances each day, and the men were generally exhausted. However, we did eat everyday. – Charles Willsher
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TO ALL TROOPS, 9TH INFANTRY DIVISION - - 18 AUGUST 1943
With the campaign in Sicily drawing to a close, I can tell you that once AGAIN you have brilliantly justified my confidence and pride in you as courageous, efficient, fighting organization. The mountainous terrain over which you so successfully attacked must have been a challenge to your spirit and stamina - a challenge, I want to say, you met in the highest tradition of the United States Army. The problems you were forced to solve in supply alone would have stopped a less determined division. You have accomplished almost impossible feats of engineering, communication, and evacuation. The lessons you learned in Tunisia have served you well in Sicily. In every branch you have well earned in the minds of your commanders, your country, AND YOUR ENEMIES, the title of “the VETERAN Ninth Division.”
You have all witnessed the wretchedness, the suffering, and the want that war brings to the people of the land in which the war is fought. God forbid that our loved ones at home will have to experience what peoples of Sicily, Italy, and Germany are now experiencing. It is up to everyone of us to see that this war is brought to a quick and successful conclusion. This can be brought about only by determination for vigorous action in that direction by every individual of this command.
– Major General Manton S. Eddy
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August 20, 1943
Dear Dad,
I’m sending this money home in hopes that some day I’ll have a chance to get some good from it. There’s really nothing much to spend it for over here and there’s no need to just throw it around and get no good of it. I’m enclosing a money order for forty dollars. There’s not much news, you probably hear it on the radio as fast as we make it. I’m fine, but this last few weeks have been pretty hard on me. I just can’t take it like I did at first, but I’m going to look out for myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve done any farming, but I hope the crops and everything are good. I know how the work piles up. Here in Sicily they do their farming on the mountain sides, so most of it is done by hand. The people are very poor, but they treat us pretty good and were very glad to see us come. I never thought I’d get so darn far away from home, but I’ve gone a long way in the last year. I’ve never tried to make a rating because I don’t want it. As long as I stay in the army, I want to be just a private, nobody to look out for but myself. Well I can’t put too much paper in one envelope so I’ll say so long. Try and write me when you get time.
As ever,
Lawrence
“I received a medal this morning for good conduct for one year in the army, pretty good huh? I was also made private first class last week, so that might help matters some, at least it will help pay the $6.60 insurance every month”
By August 26th, the 9th had moved to the picturesque sea town of Cefalu on the northern coast of Sicily. It was a much needed rest and the men engaged in light daily training, recreation, and daily passes to travel to Palermo – which was still the bustling capital city despite the damage done by bombing raids. Food was now in abundance and provided much more variety than the rations of spam they had in the mountains. The popular ‘Donut Girls’ from the Red Cross made deliveries and men bought cows and pigs from farmers to butcher. Men were able to put weight back on that they had lost in the previous weeks. The 9th marched in a victory parade in front of the town’s main attraction – the Roman Catholic Cathedral of Cefalu. On the 26th, General Patton arrived to address the 9th with a stirring speech of total victory and just days later Italy surrendered unconditionally, leaving the Nazis as the sole enemy of the Allies in Europe. The rest also allowed commanders to catch up on paperwork, rank promotions were given out and medals were awarded.
Aug. 28, 1943
Dear Mother,
I haven’t heard from you for a week or so, but I thought that I better write. There’s not much for me to say. Everything has been pretty quiet where I am lately. I saw Ronny and Martin Thursday night and they are both fine but some thinner. I’ve kept about the same weight for the last couple months, but that’s a long way from the two hundred five lbs. I left the states with. It seems warmer here than where I was, at least the nights are. I had a letter from Munsons yesterday. They sure have been good about writing and telling me how everything is going. I suppose school starts next week. This year has gone awfully fast. I can’t believe it’s fall again. Well that’s all for now.
Love,
Lawrence
P.S. Don’t forget the pictures
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Sept. 3, 1943
Dear Mother,
It’s been quite a while since I heard from you. The mail seems to be coming thru alright so I’ve been wondering why you haven’t written sooner. Everything with me is about the same. I’m fine and that’s about all. Just as soon as the last shell drops, the work begins. Everyone is kept busy so that doesn’t leave much time to lay around or relax. We get some papers from the states, although they’re old, they’re new to us and as far as I can see the people hardly know what it’s all about, except for being rationed on a few things. What we see and hear is how it really happens and that makes a lot of difference. Well it’s getting pretty dark for writing. I’ll try and write again in a day or so.
Love to all,
Lawrence
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Sep. 6, 1943
Dear Aunt (E.J. Elliott),
I received your letter sometime ago, but didn’t get to answer till now. I’ve been in pretty good health all along, but I don’t have very much pep anymore. We’re suppose to be taking it a little easy now, but the days are still too long. I spend some time swimming in the sea nearly every day. It’s a lot of fun in the salt water when it’s not too rough. I like it somewhat better than Africa. The people try to keep cleaner than the Arabs. They are very friendly and trust us O.K. The women come and get our clothes, wash them and bring them back the next day and they charge whatever you give them. I went to church in town yesterday in a big Cathedral. St. Clement’s remains were placed under one of the side alters. The church was built in 1131.
Will write soon again,
Love Lawrence
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Sep. 12, 1943
Dear Mother,
Just got your letter with the pictures, gosh it was good to see them. They all looked fine but the kids have got a lot bigger. Of course a year makes quite a bit of difference. You and dad looked very good too and they made me feel awfully home-sick. I’m going over to see Ronny after I finish this. Maybe he can cheer me up. We always swap news that we got. Well I went to town yesterday. I had a fair time, but we have to go through so much red tape to get there it’s hardly worth it. I got a letter yesterday you wrote March 25, it sure took it long enough to get here. At that time you hadn’t heard from me. Dad’s letter came and will try and answer this afternoon. I didn’t send any money this month. I’ll send it at once next month. Well that’s about all for now, thanks for the pictures and write often.
Love to all,
Lawrence
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Sep. 15, 1943
Dear Mother,
I have received your letters up to August 30, so I guess they’re all getting here. Well I’ve been feeling all right again now, but my appetite is not so good as it used to be. I know I smoke too much, but if I let up I get so nervous. I went to see Ronny last night and he had gone to the hospital on Sunday morning. They thought he had malaria when he left. No mail has come in yet tonight so I have a little time on my hands. They have put up a movie screen about forty yards from my tent so I can lay in bed and see a show. Most of them are old and ones I’ve seen before but nevertheless it’s something. The nights are not very cool, but cool enough to sleep good. Well I guess that’s about all for tonight, but I’ll write again in a day or so.
Love to all,
Lawrence
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Sep. 28, 1943
Dear Aunt (Catherine Elliot)
Received your letter of Sept. 11. Glad to hear from you again. Things are about the same as the last time I wrote. Pretty busy but I feel O.K. Ronny and Martin aren’t in the same company, but they are never very far away. They are in the third battalion and I’m in the second. I haven’t seen Ronny for two weeks because he has been sick, but he should be back soon. The kids will probably know me alright, but I have changed a little since they have seen me. I haven’t any gray hairs yet, but I feel old enough to have them. I had a letter from mother today too, but she didn’t have much news. Well I have to go to church so will close for now.
As ever,
Lawrence
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Oct. 2, 1943
Dear Mother,
Well here I am again and I don’t know a darn thing to write about. I guess the rainy season has started. It’s raining out now and I’m hoping my little tent don’t start to leak or I’ll be sleeping on some wet blankets. I had my picture taken last week in town and it came out pretty good. I’d like to send it home but we’re not allowed to yet. I received a medal this morning for good conduct for one year in the army, pretty good huh? I was also made private first class last week, so that might help matters some, at least it will help pay the $6.60 insurance every month. I had a very nice letter from Aunt May today. I was very glad to get it. I haven’t heard from Ronny yet, he must have been pretty sick. I hope he gets back pretty soon. Well I guess that’s all for now. Write soon again.
Love to all,
Lawrence
Above is the picture Lawrence had taken in Palermo. He’s standing just outside of the Porta Nuova, the ancient triumphal arch and tower gate built in 1570 marking the entrance to the city. Ironically, it was built under the Holy Roman Emperor Charles V to celebrate his conquest of Tunis in 1535. Here, Lawrence is celebrating his own conquest of Tunisia, as well as Sicily, and his promotion to private first class. The ribbon pinned above his left pocket is his newly awarded Good Conduct Medal for one full year in the service of the Army. On his finger is likely a military signet ring, current location unknown.
Oct. 10, 1943
Dear Sister (Mary),
I’ve received your letter a few days ago, but just found time to answer now. Well it’s Sunday morning again. Nice warm fall day. Sundays and Mondays are all the same over here, we do get time off though to go to church. All the kids around home seem to be getting married. I guess I’ll have to pick me one up over here. They’re easy to get, tell them you’ll buy them a new dress and take them to America and you’re all set. It’s funny you didn’t get word that I received the pictures. They came through fine, sure was glad to get them. Ronny came back. He doesn’t look very good, but I guess he’ll be O.K. Well that’s all for now. I’m fine and still hoping for the best.
Love to all,
Lawrence
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Nov. 5, 1943
Dear Mother,
I’m very sorry that I didn’t write for so long. I was in the hospital for the last half of October and got out a day after my birthday. I’m pretty good now though, but I haven’t got my strength back yet and a few pounds are missing too. I got quite a few nice birthday cards and even one Christmas card, it made me think that it was just around the corner but it won’t be so long at that. Florence sent me a lot of nice pictures of the chicken farm, I sure was glad to see them. I didn’t get any packages yet, but it takes a pretty long time for them to come. I saw Ronny yesterday and he is looking pretty good again. Even though I haven’t wrote for so long there doesn’t seem to be much to say. I think I’ll be alright now, but I have to watch what I eat. Well I’ll say goodbye for now. There was thirty odd letters waiting for me when I came back, so that means lots of writing.
Love,
Lawrence
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Miss Catherine Elliott, Willernie, Minn.
Nov. 7, 1943
Dear Aunt,
Sorry I haven’t wrote for so long, but I was sick in the hospital for a while and didn’t have much chance to get at it. Everything is about the same, though busy everyday. The days are getting awfully short now, its dark by six in the evening. They gave us five Christmas cards each, but as you know that would never go around so I’m writing you instead. I haven’t got any packages yet, but they move awfully slow I guess. It’s getting pretty dark, so I must finish this letter up quick. I’m fine now, that is I feel pretty good, but this isn’t a very healthy place so one has to be careful. Well I’ll say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you. I’ll try and write soon again.
Until then I remain as ever,
Lawrence
Earlier in the fall, the invasion of Italy had stalled with the Allies struggling to secure the beachhead at Anzio. The 9th had been alerted to head to Italy to back them up, but the health of the entire division was still a problem in Sicily. The vast majority of the men hadn’t slept in a bed in months and combined with the rigorous miles they had marched, their hips were calloused and breaking down. Their knees had rheumatism and they suffered from amoebic dysentery and various other gastrointestinal disorders. It was decided in September to bring them to England instead and allow them more months to rest and recover. The Allies had suffered great losses at Anzio, but they soon had secured the beachhead and were pushing the Germans out of Italy.