TUNISIA

9TH INFANTRY DIVISION


“That will be the way with me if I ever get back, all wore out and good for nothing. I feel twenty years older now and this country isn’t doing me any good either. Our outlook hasn’t been so good lately so I’ve been feeling down in the boots I guess. I’ve been alright though, except for a few minor ailments.”


An unknown 9th Infantry soldier waits on the deck of his transport ship off the coast of Africa.

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Mar. 19, 1943

Dear Folks,

Well it’s been a long time since I wrote my last letter. We left shortly after that. I never thought I would ever land in North Africa when we started. I really had quite a nice trip though, except a little seasick the first couple days. We haven’t got off the boat yet, but as far as I can see the countryside looks green and pretty hilly. They say the climate is something like Southern California and I guess I know what that’s like. We didn’t have much trouble and we had good weather mostly all the time so that helped some. They split us all up when we left. There’s only five of my pals left now. Ronny and Martin must have gone in some other direction but I may meet up with them yet. We have turned our money in for French money, fifty francs for a dollar. There isn’t much room. I’m well and feel fine. I hope this reaches you soon.

Love,
Lawrence

9th Infantry soldiers wait on the deck of their transport ship off the coast of Africa.

MAKNASSY

On April 2nd, Lawrence joined the 60th Infantry Regiment of the 9th Infantry Division with 247 other replacement soldiers. He was assigned to F Company in the 2nd Battalion. He would discover later that Martin Hauble and Ronny Benson were assigned to 3rd Battalion. The 60th was in Maknassy, commanded by Colonel Frederick De Rohan. For the previous 20 days they were temporarily detached from the 9th Division to support General Orlando Ward’s 1st Armored Division. Their objective had been to advance along a desolate railroad snaking through the mountain passes. It was an area that had been held by the Americans under General Lloyd Fredendall’s II Corps, then lost in February by an intense push from Field Marshall Erwin Rommel’s Afrika Korps that reached all the way to Kasserine Pass and led to a massive amount of Allied casualties. The Germans had to retreat due to lack of supplies, lack of water, American counterattacks, and B-17 bombing runs. This was the 9th’s first battle against the Germans, though they landed the previous November in Morocco as a part of Operation Torch, fighting the Vichy French forces guarding the coast – the very first battle with American ground forces in the European Theatre.

Due to the defeats in February, Fredendall was replaced by General George Patton on March 6th. In ten days, he had reinvigorated the American forces and soon captured Gafsa and continued the push to link up with the British Eighth Army pressing from the south along the coast. On March 21st, the 60th attacked Sened Station held by Italian forces and easily moved on to Maknassy. The objective was to gain the ridges around the railroad pass and push further onto Mezzouna to take an airfield. As the 60th took up positions guarding the highground, the 1st Armored could not push through the well-defended pass beyond the mountains. The 60th dug in on the western side of the ridges, while the Germans were well entrenched on the eastern ridges. The stalemate began on March 24th.

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For the next three days, F Company withstood relentless barrages of German artillery while Ward’s guns pounded the opposition. The 60th took many casualties and by April 2nd, the arrival of Lawrence and the 247 replacement soldiers was much needed. For the next six days, both sides engaged in small local fights on the mountains and sporadic artillery fire, but neither side was willing to commit to a full attack. By April 8th, the Germans began to pull back knowing the British Eighth Army was moving further up north, threatening to cut them off.

“The Germans were throwing everything at us they could. It is almost impossible to describe the sheer terror that results from such fire. You hug the earth and pray that the shells or shrapnel miss you. In fact, there was such constant fire, both the enemy’s, and ours that some of the men cracked up under the stress. Every day we took casualties, it is hard to see the men that you like, and respect killed. One of the most depressing things to see were men who would come up to me and say, “Sergeant Miller, here is my wallet. I have x amount of money in it. I know that I am not going to make it until tomorrow. Would you write my parents a nice letter and tell them that I was a good soldier and send my wallet, money and pictures back to them?” I would try to lift their spirits by telling them that they would make it but they always insisted that I take their effects. On several occasions, this is exactly what happened, the men that came and spoke with me died the next day.” – First Sergeant John “Whip” Miller

Patton saw the stalemate and casualties at Maknassy as a failure due to the significant troop advantage General Ward possessed over the unequipped German forces and removed Ward from command. On April 9th, the 60th reached the abandoned German lines to find they had new orders to turn back and rejoin the rest of the 9th Division in Bou Chebka, just west of Kasserine. Before they left, casualties still mounted for the company.

With the battle over some of the men went looking for German souvenirs. They were looking for German Lugers (pistols) along with any other thing they could find. We learned by school of hard knocks that the Germans could be very tricky. We warned everybody not to go souvenir hunting but, sometimes, the word just does not seem to get out nor is it heeded. One of the older soldiers, Mike Downey went out looking for such items and was killed by a booby trap that consisted of a dead German laying on a land mine and a luger pistol placed in a position on top of the mine. Being an older soldier, we all called him “Pop” because he was probably 15 years older than the rest of us.” – Sergeant Miller

With the 60th off the front lines and the British finally linked up with the Americans in the south, the 60th would be sent far north to the Mediterranean coast to push the Germans from the commanding hilltops outside of the main cities of Bizerte and Tunis. Once those cities were captured, Hitler’s forces would be completely eradicated from the African continent.

Left: 1st Armored soldiers relax in front of the train depot after taking the town of Maknassy on March 25th. Right: General Patton observes the terrain in Southern Tunisia.

Color images of American troop movement through southern Tunisia show the dusty, desert landscape in March of 1943. As late as February 1943, the ground was mostly wet from the winter, severely hindering all transports in the thick mud.

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The “Go Devils”

The 60th Infantry Regiment
of the 9th Infantry Division

By the end of the war in the Spring of 1945, the 9th Infantry Division would earn impressive nicknames such as: “Old Reliables”, “Notorious Ninth”, and “Hitler’s Nemesis”. The 9th was identifiable by its tricolor Octofoil insignia, worn on their uniform’s left shoulder. The design is a heraldic mark form the 15th Century to denote the ninth son of a family surrounded by eight foils – representing his eight brothers. The Army version divided the Octofoil into a red quatre-foil for the artillery and a blue quoter-foil for the infantry.

The 9th was divided into three infantry regiments: the 39th, the 47th, and the 60th. The 60th was nicknamed the “Go Devils” sometime in 1942 during tactical drills and mock maneuvers when someone praised their performance and yelled, “Way to go, you devils!” Many soldiers of the 60th would eventually paint a red devil head with the letters G and O on either side. The 60th soldiers would also wear the regimental coat of arms as a pin on their dress uniform. The coat displayed the unit’s motto underneath:

To The Utmost Extent Of Our Power.

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General Eddy

Commander of the
9th Infantry Division

Major General Manton Eddy wasn’t a typical general during the war. He was much older than the other generals, he wasn’t a West Point graduate, and had been wounded in combat in the First World War. He was a Chicagoan, starting his military training as a teenager attending the Shattuck Military School in Fairbault, Minnesota. By 1918, the young captain commanded a machine gun company on the western front until the end of the war in 1918. As commander of the 9th Infantry, Eddy led his division from the second they landed on the beaches of North Africa in November of 1942 until shortly before the German Army surrender in the spring of 1945 when a promotion followed by severe hypertension forced him to give up command. Eddy retired as a lieutenant general and died in 1962. He is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.

Pictured (L to R) – Major General Eddy, Lieutenant General George S. Patton, and Major-General Horace MacBride of the 80th Infantry.

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Colonel de Rohan

Commander of the
60th Infantry Regiment

Colonel Frederick J. de Rohan commanded the Go Devils from the beach of North Africa until early July of 1944, minus a brief break from command due to health problems. He was awarded the Silver Star for the Battle of Port Lyautey in which he coordinated the assault on the Kasba fortress in Mehdia, Morocco.

Pictured – Colonel de Rohan debriefs President Roosevelt on the success of Operation Torch and the Battle of Port Lyautey during his visit to North Africa.

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Major Kauffman

Commander of 2nd Battalion –
60th Infantry Regiment

Major Michael B. Kauffman was born in England as Myer Kauffman. Orphaned at a young age and relocated to America with a host family, he changed his name when enrolled at the University of Wyoming. There he excelled in the ROTC program and by 1940 he was a member of the 60th Infantry at Fort Bragg, NC. As the 2nd Battalion commander two years later, his soldiers revered him as a leader that lead from the front, always chewing a large cigar in combat. They called him “Black Mike” for the heavy black mustache he grew in Africa. His war lasted until his arm was severely wounded in mid July of 1944 in France. He stayed in the Army as a reserves commander until 1973, reaching the rank of Major General. He passed away in 1994 and was buried at Fort Douglass having earned the Distinguished Service Cross, two Silver Stars, two Legions of Merit, two Bronze Stars with Valor, and two Purple Hearts. Under his command, three of his men would be awarded the Medal of Honor.

Pictured – General Eddy awards Major Kauffman the Silver Star in Cefalu, Sicily in September of 1943.

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Captain Urban

Commander of F Company
2nd Battalion – 60th Infantry Regiment

Captain Matt Urban is a legend. His actions in the 60th Infantry left him recognized later in life as one of the most decorated soldiers of the war, earning nearly as many medals as the famed Audie Murphy: The Medal of Honor, 2 Silver Stars, 3 Bronze Stars, and 7 Purple Hearts to Murphy’s 3. He was born to Polish immigrants in Buffalo, NY and graduated from Cornell University in 1941 as a member of the ROTC with accomplishments as a track athlete and boxer.

Incredibly, Matt Urban survived the war, taking command of the 2nd Battalion after Mike Kauffman’s replacement, Major Max Wolf, was killed in early August near Vire, France. Urban was only 24 years old at the time and had just survived a shrapnel wound that almost pierced his heart days earlier. Shrapnel would wound him again nearly a week later. His numerous Purple Hearts earned him the nickname “The Ghost”. In Belgium in early September of 1944, he was shot through the neck and was given last rites on the battlefield. He recovered and returned to the 2nd Battalion in December with a rank promotion to Major. Once again, his soldiers all believed he had died. He couldn’t speak due to his throat injury, but stayed with the battalion until they returned to England.

Pictured – Matt Urban at Fort Bragg before going oversees. At the time he was 2nd Lieutenant and a platoon leader in D Company - 60th Infantry Regiment.

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After the war, he continued with the Army as a writer, promoted to Lieutenant Colonel, and retired in February of 1946. He spent his later life as a coach in Michigan for many sports, but especially boxing. As part of the Olympic Committee in 1960, he accompanied a young fighter named Cassius Clay to the U.S Olympic team finals in San Francisco.

Matt Urban died from a collapsed lung due to his war wounds in 1995 and was buried at Arlington National Cemetery.

Pictured – Matt Urban receiving the Medal of Honor from President Carter on July 19th, 1980. His recommendation for the medal by Max Wolf had been lost in the chaos of battle reporting, taking nearly four decades to be awarded.


April 14, 1943

Hello Everybody,

Well it’s been a long time since I had a chance to write and I haven’t been able to get any paper. I sure have been living a rugged life ever since I’ve been here. I have seen so many things over here that it’s hard to tell about them in a letter. I have been pretty lucky so far and I have learned more in three weeks now than I ever did in all my training. Everything is a lot different over here than it is back in the states. The people are very poor, mostly French and Arab. The climate is quite like California, lots of mountains and desert. I have visited Oran and many other small towns down the coast. I have been feeling fine although living conditions are very poor. Well I must close for now. I hope this reaches home safely. I made my Easter duty the night before I left for the front.

So long,
Love Lawrence

Co. F. 60th Inf. A.P.O #9
Censored by Robert E. Morton, 2nd Lt. 60th Inf.

“AN EASTER IN HELL”

Lawrence’s April letter was written on his way north from Tebessa, Tunisia to the Mediterranean coast and an area called the Sedjenane Valley. A 9th Division training memo described the area as “completely different from that in the south. Although hilly, it will be found that the hills are covered with trees and scrub, both of which are very thick in places and render observation difficult. The valleys are generally swampy and tank action is mainly confined to or near the roads.” That description would fail to covey the actual terrain. The 60th found themselves in impassible forests covering rugged mountains where trucks and tanks were useless and quickly replaced by mules and machetes. The weather created scorching heat during the daytime with bitter cold at night. Men would sleep nearly on top of each other to keep warm, then fight the humidity and insects during the days of long marches.

By April 19th, the 60th was held in a concealed rear position near Djebel Abiod. Concealment had become the main tactic of the Army in North Africa. Gone were the days of full frontal mass waves of troops like the First World War had seen. The German army would dig deep foxholes on the far side of the mountaintops, lay massive fields of mines on the front slopes and position machine guns and artillery in that direction, preventing any frontal assaults from having success. The Americans had thus developed a new approach called “Stealth and Sweat”. It involved elaborate flanking maneuvers around the hilltops while artillery would blast the German positions, distracting them from the silent convoys of GIs coming to attack from their rear. The eight-foot-tall jungle brush of the Sedjenane Valley made this strategy even more effective and the 9th Division, now full of battle-wise soldiers, was about to prove it to high command. North of the 60th, on their left flank, stood the Corps Franc d’Afrique. They were described in Eight Stars To Victory as “colorful, brave, and poorly equipped. A hodge-podge of humanity made up of Spanish Loyalists-in-exile, Jewish refugees from Vichy France and Germany, DeGaulist Free French (so called political prisoners who had been released by the still pro-Vichy local government in hopes that they would die in action) and fierce-looking Berber tribesman – the Goumeiers of legendary fierceness.” On the right flank stood the 39th Regiment, then the 47th, and to the south of the them, the 1st Infantry Division.

Left: The map of the Allied front around the end of April with the position of the 60th Infantry in blue and their eventual route to liberate the city of Bizerte. Right: A map from the San Francisco Examiner on April 23, 1943 showing the progress of the Allies as they squeezed the Germans, marching closer to Tunis and Bizerte.

DJEBEL DARDYSS

On April 23rd, Lawrence’s 2nd Battalion had orders to take Djebel M’rata. F Company was in the lead and started taking enemy fire from the hilltop. The order was to unload all heavy equipment, limited to 20 rounds per rifle and take the hill. Captain Matt Urban led the company to a series of stone walls the Germans had laid for defenses. Behind the cover the captain ordered his men to fix bayonets. Urban yelled “charge” but the command fell on nervous ears and nobody moved. He regrouped the platoon leaders and informed them Sgt. Miller would stay at the back and shoot anyone that didn’t move. Their choice was to fight the Germans or die by a one man firing squad. With the second command of “charge” the company leapt the wall and ran up the hill, overrunning the Germans in a furious assault.

“Hand-to-hand combat ensued. Staff Sergeants Earnest Stamey and Lester Boswald fell early in the firefight. Always heroic, these platoon sergeants had led the fierce attack and were cut down. Most of the defenders were driven out of the stone bunkers. Unable to stem the tide of the sudden attack they fled down the face of the Djebel. Immediately soldiers of ‘F’ Company jumped into the machine gun emplacements and opened fire on the fleeing figures.” – Captain Matt Urban

It was clear to Major Mike Kauffman that even before taking M’rata, their position was dominated by Hill 294, named Djebel Dardyss, lying just 1,000 yards southwest of M’rata. “They’ll be looking down our throats from there,” Kauffman mentioned to Colonel de Rohan. The lack of resistance had proven his instants true, the majority of German forces were near Dardyss and Kauffman decided to move quickly. Dardyss was an irregularly shaped hill with steep drop-offs and undergrowth so dense it required the Go Devils to crawl on their hands and knees along the way. Already they lacked food and ammunition with no ability for supply trucks to reach them. The men fought to cut the path in front with machetes until exhaustion, passing the blade to man behind him. Insects swarmed and the humidity drove the men to delirium until the sun went down. They reached the top by 1600 hours and Major Kauffman had four companies digging defensive positions. E Company was on the left, F Company made up the center, G Company on its right, and H Company’s mortars were in the rear support.

“The next morning, April 24th, brought that eventful day that will never be forgotten by members of the battalion who were there. The morning was very foggy and observation was difficult. At about 0745 the Jerries counterattacked our position. It was estimated, and substantiated by prisoners later, that approximately two reinforced German battalions attacked. Our boys opened up on them with everything we had and mowed down many of the attackers. This did not stop the Jerries, however, because they had orders to take the hill at all costs. They continually attacked from everywhere and, even though the battalion had no artillery support whatsoever, the defense was so organized that Jerry could not penetrate it.

At this stage of the game there was a little humor brought into the picture, although it was not considered funny at the time. You could see and hear members of the battalion as they would shout, ‘They’re coming from the right!' At this the reserve would run to the right flank to reinforce it and drive the Jerries back. Then someone would shout ‘They’re coming from the left,’ and the reserve would take off for the left flank. In this battle H Company’s machine gunners, along with every man in the battalion, showed the type of American soldier that he is and proved that he was better than the Jerries. All during these four hours of counterattacking the battalion was constantly shelled by mortar and artillery fire, but they stuck to their guns.

When the smoke cleared away, the enemy had withdrawn leaving 116 dead and many more wounded and captured. This was indeed one of the most decided victories of the campaign and made possible the capture of Mateur. However great the victory, we had losses of gallant men, who we will always remember for their daring gallantry and bravery. Twenty-one of our men lay dead on the Djebel and 111 were wounded. Despite these losses, morale of the battalion was high and confidence in themselves later reinforced the men’s ability to accomplish any task undertaken. Immediately following his withdrawal the enemy pounded the position with mortar and artillery fire.

During the attack our ammunition was getting dangerously low and members of the staff with some men who were slightly wounded collected what ammunition was left on the dead and wounded and distributed it among the men on the front line. In fact, our ammunition supply became so low that men were using German guns and ammunition. Because of the rapidity with which the battalion moved across the terrain and the distance travelled, the supply route was lengthened so far that it was very difficult to get supplies to the troops. When the battalion jumped off on the 23rd, they had in their possession two-thirds of a C-ration which lasted that day. All day on the 24th the men were without food and it wasn’t until the night of the 25th that rations were brought up to the battalion by mule train. The mule train had difficulty locating the battalion and had been roaming the hills looking for us. Despite the absence of food and water, the men realized the difficulty of getting supplies and were patient until they could be brought up. The dead were evacuated from the Djebel by use of the mule train and taken back to the supply point.” – Major Mike Kauffman

Left: The mule train on the supply route taking up supplies to the 60th Infantry on April 26, 1943. Right: The body of a deceased American is brought down on the back of a mule from the hills of Northern Tunisia on April 25, 1943.

1st Sergeant John Miller of F Company recalled the event that would later earned him the Silver Star: “On Djebel Dardyss, Sergeant Joe Boylan, Bill Nichols and I took positions near the center of the company line. We had been resting for about an hour when all hell broke loose. Artillery and mortar shells were crashing down and we knew an attack would follow. As it got light, enemy small arms began to fly. The first German I saw were of a machine gun squad which went into position only a few paces ahead of my hole. They had no idea I was there until I jumped up and cut loose with my submachine gun. When there was a lull I crawled out and brought in their gun and ammunition. I set it up and began to fire. The Germans made a push every hour it seemed. Just before another attack started, a soldier came up from the company line. I told him this was a hot spot and to get the hell out of here. Well, he should have listened because a short time later he was blown to bits by a mortar shell. Another soldier crawled up on a pile of rocks and took up a firing position without a helmet. Within minutes, the top of his head split off and rolled down the pile of rocks.

One time on our front, German officers were yelling in English, ‘Withdraw! Withdraw!’ and Matty Urban would run up and yell, ‘No! No! Hold your positions and fire!’ By that afternoon we were out of food and low on ammunition. I crawled out and searched the German bodies and got some help there. Deeper in the woods I could hear this pitiful cry, ‘Hilfe! Hilfe!’ I couldn’t stand it so I found this German with a gaping thigh wound and carried him back to our position. Matty said I should have killed the SOB. I don’t know why his own people didn’t take care of him.

There was a lull in the fighting and a German soldier was advancing with a white flag. As he got 100 feet from my position, he fell to the ground and on his back was strapped a MG-34 machine gun. Following close behind was another soldier who started firing. I retuned fire and ended that attempt. The enemy continued shelling. The mortar and artillery fire was so concentrated on my position it made my ears ring for over a week and this cause my hearing loss for the rest of my life.
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Sergeant John W. “Whip” Miller survived the war. He served with the 9th through Sicily, were he was selected as a 1% rotation. He returned to combat as a 1st Lieutenant with the 106th Division during the Battle of the Bulge in which he and his regiment were captured. John escaped captivity, was recaptured and shortly thereafter was liberated at the end of the war.

Bill Nichols served with the 2nd Battalion until he was captured in September of 1944 trying to cross the Meuse river. He ended up at the same camp as Whip Miller. He went the entire war without ever being wounded.

Joseph Boylan was killed in action on August 6, 1944 serving with the 9th Infantry.
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Matt Urban wrote in his memoir: “F Company was vastly outnumbered, yet they had seized the winning initiative by bold action. Casualties were mounting, yet nothing could dislodge them from their hard-won victory. They were surrounded. If there was to be any food, medical supplies, or ammunition, it would have to be airdropped. Night followed day. Through its light fog and mist, moans and cries of the wounded could be heard throughout the long night. A single dead GI stood upright in full view of his comrades. His body had become jammed against a rock. A single bullet hole was showing through his helmet. There were no doctors and few medical supplies. The two medics performed wonders on many shattered bodies. A heavy-set young private was shot through the leg. No bones were broken, and he seemed to be fine. But he died suddenly in the night from complications arising from shock and injury trauma. One man had his nose and part of the surface of both cheeks blasted away. Another was left with only a dripping, bloody stub where his lower jaw, mouth, and bottom teeth should have been. He was slipping in and out of consciousness, driving fellow infantrymen close to the limit of their emotional endurance.” – Matt later goes on to explain the moment that wounded soldier laid in his arms during the night and begged the captain to shoot him. Matt did remove his .45 caliber pistol and put it behind the young man’s head, but couldn’t bring himself to fire.

Easter Sunday left the 60th on the hilltop in full victory. Ammunition, food, and medical supplies had been airdropped. Capt. Urban wrote, “The men of the 9th Division expressed their Easter feelings right there in the middle of a world of hell. They mentally fabricated the mood of going to church, the blessing of food in Easter baskets, and of Fifth Avenue – that Easter parade song: Put on your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it.” The 2nd Battalion had demoralized the Germans in northern sector and the enemy never produced another significant defense of the area. They were in full retreat. The news of the victory on Hill 294 quickly reached the generals and the press. The Go Devils were to receive the first Distinguished Unit Citation of the 9th Infantry Division.

The official citation read: “The 2nd Battalion, 60th Infantry, is cited for extraordinary heroism in the face of the enemy during the period 23 and 24 April 1943. This battalion formed the spearhead of an attack on 23 April against the Germans in the vicinity of the Sedjenane Valley, taking its first objective, Djebel Mrata, in advance over densely wooded mountainous terrain, sooner than anticipated, Upon occupation of Djebel Mrata it became obvious that this position was of temporary importance because it was dominated by Djebel Dardyss, a higher ridge overlooking all terrain features in the vicinity. The battalion organized, pushed forward, and took the second position. On the morning of 24 April the Germans counterattacked with a force estimated at two battalions of infantry supported by artillery. The position defended was of considerable size and more than would normally be allotted for defense to a battalion. The attack lasted from 0800 to 1200, during which time the enemy made assaults from practically every direction. Fierce resistance and local counterattacks after the enemy had penetrated the position prevented him from gaining a foothold, and he retired leaving 116 dead, 48 wounded, and prisoners within the position. In this action the 2nd Battalion lost 21 dead and 111 wounded. The gallant and intrepid conduct of this entire battalion afforded a great tactical advantage in the seizing and holding dominating terrain and assisted the advance of our forces culminating in the defeat of the German arms in North Africa.

“After the battle, were we interested in what unit we were fighting. It was determined to be the remains of the 11th Parachute Battalion and the attached rehabilitation company which was called the “black market butchers”. These were soldiers who had committed crimes and offered to serve to regain their freedom.” - Sgt. John Miller

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Lawrence’s Distinguished Unit Citation Pin for 24 April 1943

Now known as the Presidential Unit Citation, the DUC was created on May 30, 1942. The degree of valor is the same as the individual award of either the Distinguished Service Cross, Air Force Cross, or Navy Cross.

Sgt. William Nelson

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MEDAL OF HONOR RECIPIENT

During the April 24th battle on Djebel Dardyss, the German’s had superior artillery in the form of two batteries of 88s, at least one batter of 105s, and heavy mortars dug into the hillside. It was up to Sergeant Nelson of H Company, as a commander of a mortar squad, to position his unit in a forward area on the hillside to affect those enemies positions.

His Medal of Honor citation reads:
The President of the United States of America takes pride in presenting the Medal of Honor (Posthumously) to Sergeant William Lloyd Nelson, United States Army, for conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at risk of life, above and beyond the call of duty while serving with 60th Infantry Regiment, 9th Infantry Division, in action at Djebel Dardys, Sedjenane, Tunisia, in action involving actual conflict. On the morning of 24 April 1943, Sergeant Nelson led his section of heavy mortars to a forward position where he placed his guns and men. Under intense enemy artillery, mortar, and small-arms fire, he advanced alone to a chosen observation position from which he directed the laying of a concentrated mortar barrage which successfully halted an initial enemy counterattack. Although mortally wounded in the accomplishment of his mission, and with his duty clearly completed, Sergeant Nelson crawled to a still more advanced observation point and continued to direct the fire of his section. Dying of hand grenade wounds and only 50 yards from the enemy, Sergeant Nelson encouraged his section to continue their fire and by doing so they took a heavy toll of enemy lives. The skill which Sergeant Nelson displayed in this engagement, his courage, and self-sacrificing devotion to duty and heroism resulting in the loss of his life, was a priceless inspiration to our Armed Forces and were in keeping with the highest tradition of the U.S. Army.


ON TO BIZERTE

After their Easter Sunday break, the 60th moved on to tackle each piece of high ground on their way to Bizerte. They were making great strides and securing each hilltop with relative ease, even needing to help the sluggish French forces on their left flank. On April 28th, they secured Kef Sahan. On the 30th they captured over 200 Italian and German prisoners and 500 more on the next day as they moved towards Djebel Tauro. The distance travelled by each soldier in the suffocating heat had led to thinner waistlines and heavier feet.

We hiked northward toward the Mediterranean through the mountains and toward Bizerte. It was really tough going. We traveled through underbrush four to six feet high, and the stiff branches soon had our clothing in tatters. By May 4, some of the men had no shoes, trousers, or shirts. There were no roads, and we were supplied by mules that had to go forward with the supplies and come back to get more supplies in order to go forward again. Soon the mules were even more worn-out than we were. There were many days when did not average a meal a day. I remember one day sharing a can of C rations with a buddy, the first food we had eaten in four days. One day we passed a field where some cows were grazing. One of the men slit some steaks out of a cow, and we had a meal, promptly followed by the runs.” – Sergeant Charles Willsher

The pace of exhausting travel took its toll on the commanders as well. Colonel de Rohan took ill around Djebel Tauro and was replaced by the much younger Lt. Colonel Theodore Conway. With his fresher mind and body, the regiment regained its pace towards Bizerte. The men could tell the end was close, they encountered fewer and fewer Italian soldiers, now only Germans. The went days without seeing or hearing German fighter planes. Finally on May 9th, after more than a week of chasing the retreating enemy, the fighting stopped. Each soldier walked down out of the winding mountain paths twenty pounds thinner and twenty years older. They had three weeks of unshaven beards, with dirty, blood-stained uniforms.

We had stopped by a small stream running down the mountain. Everyone got into the shallow water and shaved each others heads to get rid of the lice. With fresh clothes from our bedrolls, a meal and a bath – what more could be asked for? That night we captured the Bizerte airport and laid our bodies down in the tall grass to sleep. The next morning we all awoke scratching. The sand fleas hadn’t had a clean body to chew on before and they really went to work on us. We went to the airdrome, filled our helmets with German gasoline and washed our clothes in it to get rid of the little monsters. Then we put the clothing on over those raw flea bites and there was more than a little cussing going on that morning. – Sergeant Charles Willsher

Arriving in Bizerte they found a city in ruins with an enemy that had mostly abandoned it. A few suicidal snipers remained. The men struggled to walk straight, like a marathoner after the race. It was an odd contrast to the surrendering Germans they encountered that looked rested, fed, and bathed with fresh uniforms. Africa had been won in total victory. Over 250,000 German and Italian troops had been captured by the Allies by mid May. A loss of eight full Axis divisions. The 9th Infantry Division rested and bivouacked outside of the city with a new task of guarding prisoners. Death was still a real possibility, however, as rifle companies still needed to search the city for equipment, bodies, and mines. A platoon in the 47th Regiment had been walking behind a mine detector when a soldier stepped out from the column and triggered a ‘Bouncing Betty’ – a mine that pops up from the ground to chest height and then explodes steel bearings in all directions. It killed eight and wounded ten.

Men of the 60th Infantry Regiment march along the last of the hills in Tunisia before descending into Bizerte on May 7, 1943.

Left: Italian prisoners captured by the 9th Infantry on May 1st. Right: 9th Infantry troops move through the heavily bombed city of Bizerte.

Left: Italian prisoners captured by the 9th Infantry on May 1st. Right: 9th Infantry troops move through the heavily bombed city of Bizerte.

Left: The ruins of Bizerte. Right: Newspapers across the country announce the total victory in Africa.

Left: The ruins of Bizerte. Right: Newspapers across the country announce the total victory in Africa.

Ernie Pyle

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Of all the war correspondents, Ernie Pyle elevated to celebrity status with his reporting. He was considered by many soldiers as the only reporter that understood them. His quiet manner and knack for small talk over cigarettes allowed him greater access than the agressive reporters grabbing quotes for deadlines. He lived as close to the front lines whenever possible and endeared himself especially to his favorite soldier: the infantryman. For Ernie, the infantryman deserved the most sympathy and praise. He wrote extensively about them, with brutal honesty about the grim duty they were assigned – an honestly that both the public and the enlisted appreciated. Ernie spent much of the Tunisian Campaign embedded with the 1st Infantry, just to the right flank of the 9th. Later in Normandy, he would be embedded with the 9th for many days and nights. In April 1945, Pyle was killed in action by a Japanese machine gun on Okinawa while embedded with the 77th Infantry Division.


Brave Men, Brave Men!

NORTHERN TUNISIA, April 22, 1943 – I was away from the front lines for a while this spring, living with other troops, and considerable fighting took place while I was gone. When I got ready to return to my old friends at the front I wondered if I would sense any change in them. I did, and definitely. The most vivid change is the casual and workshop manner in which they now talk about killing. They have made the psychological transition from the normal belief that taking human life is sinful, over to a new professional outlook where killing is a craft. To them now there is nothing morally wrong about killing. In fact it is an admirable thing. I think I am so impressed by this new attitude because it hasn’t been necessary for me to make this change along with them. As a noncombatant, my own life is in danger only by occasional chance or circumstance. Consequently I need not think of killing in personal terms, and killing to me is still murder. Even after a winter of living with wholesale death and vile destruction, it is only spasmodically that I seem capable of realizing how real and how awful this war is. My emotions seem dead and crusty when presented with the tangibles of war. I find I can look on rows of fresh graves without a lump in my throat. Somehow I can look on mutilated bodies without flinching or feeling deeply. It is only when I sit alone away from it all, or lie at night in my bedroll recreating with closed eyes what I have seen, thinking and thinking and thinking, that at last the enormity of all these newly dead strikes like a living nightmare. And there are times when I feel that I can’t stand it and will have to leave. But to the fighting soldier that phase of the war is behind. It was left behind after his first battle. His blood is up. He is fighting for his life, and killing now for him is as much a profession as writing is for me. He wants to kill individually or in vast numbers. He wants to see the Germans overrun, mangled, butchered in the Tunisian trap. He speaks excitedly of seeing great heaps of dead, of our bombers sinking whole shiploads of fleeing men, of Germans by the thousands dying miserably in a final Tunisian holocaust of his own creation. In this one respect the front-line soldier differs from all the rest of us. All the rest of us – you and me and even the thousands of soldiers behind the lines in Africa – we want terribly yet only academically for the war to get over. The front-line soldier wants it to be got over by the physical process of his destroying enough Germans to end it. He is truly at war. The rest of us, no matter how hard we work, are not. Say what you will, nothing can make a complete soldier except battle experience.

In the semifinals of this campaign – the cleaning out of central Tunisia – we had large units in battle for the first time. Frankly, they didn’t all excel. Their own commanders admit it, and admirably they don’t try to alibi. The British had to help us out a few times, but neither American nor British commanders are worried about that, for there was no lack of bravery. There was only lack of experience. They all know we will do better next time. The 1st Infantry Division is an example of what our American units can be after they have gone through the mill of experience. Those boys did themselves proud in the semifinals. Everybody speaks about it. Our casualties included few taken prisoners. All the other casualties were wounded or died fighting. "They never gave an inch," a general says. "They died right in their foxholes." I heard of a high British officer who went over this battlefield just after the action was over. American boys were still lying dead in their foxholes, their rifles still grasped in firing position in their dead hands. And the veteran English soldier remarked time and again, in a sort of hushed eulogy spoken only to himself: "Brave men. Brave men.”


The God-Damned Infantry

IN THE FRONT LINES BEFORE MATEUR, NORTHERN TUNISIA, May 2, 1943 – We’re now with an infantry outfit that has battled ceaselessly for four days and nights. This northern warfare has been in the mountains. You don’t ride much anymore. It is walking and climbing and crawling country. The mountains aren’t big, but they are constant. They are largely treeless. They are easy to defend and bitter to take. But we are taking them. The Germans lie on the back slope of every ridge, deeply dug into foxholes. In front of them the fields and pastures are hideous with thousands of hidden mines. The forward slopes are left open, untenanted, and if the Americans tried to scale these slopes they would be murdered wholesale in an inferno of machine-gun crossfire plus mortars and grenades. Consequently we don’t do it that way. We have fallen back to the old warfare of first pulverizing the enemy with artillery, then sweeping around the ends of the hill with infantry and taking them from the sides and behind.

I’ve written before how the big guns crack and roar almost constantly throughout the day and night. They lay a screen ahead of our troops. By magnificent shooting they drop shells on the back slopes. By means of shells timed to burst in the air a few feet from the ground, they get the Germans even in their foxholes. Our troops have found that the Germans dig foxholes down and then under, trying to get cover from the shell bursts that shower death from above. Our artillery has really been sensational. For once we have enough of something and at the right time. Officers tell me they actually have more guns than they know what to do with. All the guns in any one sector can be centered to shoot at one spot. And when we lay the whole business on a German hill the whole slope seems to erupt. It becomes an unbelievable cauldron of fire and smoke and dirt. Veteran German soldiers say they have never been through anything like it.

Now to the infantry – the God-damned infantry, as they like to call themselves. I love the infantry because they are the underdogs. They are the mud-rain-frost-and-wind boys. They have no comforts, and they even learn to live without the necessities. And in the end they are the guys that wars can’t be won without. I wish you could see just one of the ineradicable pictures I have in my mind today. In this particular picture I am sitting among clumps of sword-grass on a steep and rocky hillside that we have just taken. We are looking out over a vast rolling country to the rear. A narrow path comes like a ribbon over a hill miles away, down a long slope, across a creek, up a slope and over another hill. All along the length of this ribbon there is now a thin line of men. For four days and nights they have fought hard, eaten little, washed none, and slept hardly at all. Their nights have been violent with attack, fright, butchery, and their days sleepless and miserable with the crash of artillery. The men are walking. They are fifty feet apart, for dispersal. Their walk is slow, for they are dead weary, as you can tell even when looking at them from behind. Every line and sag of their bodies speaks their inhuman exhaustion. On their shoulders and backs they carry heavy steel tripods, machine-gun barrels, leaden boxes of ammunition. Their feet seem to sink into the ground from the overload they are bearing. They don’t slouch. It is the terrible deliberation of each step that spells out their appalling tiredness. Their faces are black and unshaven. They are young men, but the grime and whiskers and exhaustion make them look middle-aged. In their eyes as they pass is not hatred, not excitement, not despair, not the tonic of their victory – there is just the simple expression of being here as though they had been here doing this forever, and nothing else. The line moves on, but it never ends. All afternoon men keep coming round the hill and vanishing eventually over the horizon. It is one long tired line of antlike men. There is an agony in your heart and you almost feel ashamed to look at them. They are just guys from Broadway and Main Street, but you wouldn’t remember them. They are too far away now. They are too tired. Their world can never be known to you, but if you could see them just once, just for an instant, you would know that no matter how hard people work back home they are not keeping pace with these infantrymen in Tunisia.


“We all have been working pretty hard for the last couple months so I don’t have much time off anyway. It seems like a long time since I’ve been away from home, of course it soon will be a year and what I’ve been through in that time it makes it seem even longer.”


May. 30, 1943

Dear Folks,

I’m sorry I haven’t wrote more often in the last few weeks, but I’ve been quite busy and there was nothing much to write about anyhow. The weather is getting awfully hot now and it’s hard to stay in the sun very long at a time. There’s good daylight sixteen hours. I suppose everything around home is getting nice and green and everyone had plenty of work to do. It’s over two months since I wrote the first time from over here and I haven’t got any answer yet, but I’m so busy I don’t really think about it much anymore. I’ve felt fine ever since I’ve been here but I lost a lot of weight. I’m hoping to get a break some time soon. The old U.S. is going to look good to all of us. I’ll be looking for a letter sometime soon. In the meantime I’m O.K.

Love Lawrence

After their brief stay in Bizerte, the 9th packed up and moved west. This time they travelled in the back of trucks on roads instead of walking through the mountains. Their eventual destination was the city of Magenta, Algeria – a few miles south of the port city of Oran, where Lawrence first stepped onto foreign soil. Magenta was in terrible shape when the men arrived and needed much work to become a well groomed camp, which would end up being their home for the next seven long weeks. Even with the work to clean up the area, the men complained about the living conditions to no end. Troops were ordered to take siestas from 1-3pm everyday to avoid heat illnesses and the nights were cool and dry, allowing for the men to get much needed sleep. Between May 26th and June 27th, life consisted of drilling. There was reveille, inspections, parades, and calisthenics. But in the filth of the Magenta camp, many experienced malaria or dysentery and lived in the annoyance of sand flies flying in their noses and mouths and invading their mess kits.

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June 14, 1943

Dear Mother,

Your letters are coming O.K. now. They only take about two weeks. I would write more often but there’s nothing to write about. We were paid last week and I’m sending $175 home as there’s nothing much to spend it for over here. If you can put it in the bank, someday I might get a chance to use it. We had a little vacation last week. We spent three days at the sea shore. I’m getting along pretty good now and gaining back some of the weight I had lost. I haven’t seen Ronny for a day or so but I guess he’s O.K too. There’s lots of rumors going around, some good, some bad. So I’m in the dark and don’t know anything. I didn’t know Gene was getting a different car, tell me about it when you write. It’s getting hotter by the day, but I can stand that if I don’t see any more action. Try and write a little more often. You don’t know how much it means to me. I must close for now, I don’t want to put too much in one letter. I’ll write soon again.

Love Lawrence

The rumors Lawrence refers to was a serious morale problem for the troops in Tunisia. The accolades and newspaper celebrations had given the men the thought that they would all go home after doing their share. It was a belief that spread throughout the camps quickly, even rumors of all new divisions arriving to replace them. The generals had made the mistake of not informing the men that their war was certainly not over. Divisions like the 9th, the 1st, and the 3rd were now highly experienced at devastating the Germans with battle-wise tactics. Their ability to flank the enemy and take the high observation points were skills that divisions could only earn by making mistakes and then learning from those lessons. When the men were finally told the rumors were definitely not true, there was widespread rebellion. To ease the tension, troops were given lengthy vacations at beaches to swim off their frustrations. All the while, generals were organizing training exercises to prepare for the eventual invasion of Sicily.

June 26, 1943

Dear Mother,

I received two of your letters today dated June 3rd and 4th. I think that makes seven in all so a good many must have got lost. I have tried to write every week since things have quieted down so I don’t think you have been getting my letters either. I sent a letter containing two money orders around the first of June, you should have them by now. I hope they get there. I think to get a letter once in a while is the only thing that keeps us boys going. You know even though we’re not in battle now we have awful living conditions to put up with and not much chow. So Gene bought Whitey’s old Ford? What’s the matter, did my car go on the hummer? You said Jim H moved into town. I take it he had an auction. Well the old farm was getting too much for him. He would have been better off if he’d quit ten years ago. That will be the way with me if I ever get back, all wore out and good for nothing. I feel twenty years older now and this country isn’t doing me any good either. Our outlook hasn’t been so good lately so I’ve been feeling down in the boots I guess. I’ve been alright though, except for a few minor ailments. Well I had better close for now, not much more to say. I’ll try and write soon again.

Love,
Lawrence

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June 29, 1943

Dear Mother,

Well here it is nearly the end of June and I’m still in the same place. Some of your old letters are beginning to get to me now. I got seven in the last two days and the newest one was dated Mar. 22nd. There’s been no letters later than June 4th, it seems to take so long for them to get to me. Ronny and Martin were over Sunday night. They’re both fine, but are very anxious to get back again. In other words, just like me. I suppose the weather is pretty nice now at home and everything green and growing. All the grain here has been cut and a lot has been thrashed, of course the season is much earlier than at home. Well I see I haven’t very much more room so I’ll have to say goodbye for this time. Will write again soon. 

Best Love,
Lawrence

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July 2, 1943

Dear Mother,

Well here I try again, but it’s hard to write when there’s so little to say. Your letters are coming to me O.K now and I have received many old ones too. You seem to think that I haven’t seen Ronny as yet. Well I’ll try and straighten that out. His tent is about one block from mine and Martin H’s tent is between ours so I see them very often and we go back and forth nearly every day. I got a letter today dated June 16 so that came quite fast. V mail is the fastest, but regular air mail is pretty good. I’m sorry that I don’t write more often but you know I’m not just over here on a vacation with nothing to do but write. I’ve never been on the go so much in my life and boy I really feel it too. My waist line is still below normal and I don’t think I weigh as much now as when I got in the army. It isn’t that I’m sick, I’m just all tired out and can’t seem to get going again. Well I have a few more letters to write yet tonight so I must make them all rather short. Please tell me when you write if those money orders got there O.K. I’ll write again soon. 

Love L.G.

P.S. - I got Mary & John’s letters but will try and answer later.

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July 3, 1943

Dear Mary,

I just received a letter dated March 6 from you. I was glad to get it even if it was old. It was addressed to Fort Hamilton and I had left there at that time, but of course you didn’t know it. Well everything is about the same, no news and very little to do for excitement. We all have been working pretty hard for the last couple months so I don’t have much time off anyway. It seems like a long time since I’ve been away from home, of course it soon will be a year and what I’ve been through in that time it makes it seem even longer. I had a letter from Munsons this week and Em said they were in need of a foreman so, if I ever do get back, I won’t have to look for a job. That sort of brought my spirits up a little, but I still feel pretty lonesome at times. I had a letter from Caroline yesterday and she seemed to be tired of waiting so I answered her and told her not to wait for me if she didn’t want to. It was only the second letter in four months so she must not think of me very often anyway. We had a payday today so I’m sending a thirty dollar money order with this mess of scribbling. There’s not much to spend it for anyway and I guess I’d be better off to try and save a little for a rainy day. Well I think that’s about enough for one time and I have to write another letter before it gets dark. I’ll write again soon and I wish you would too, it sure is nice to hear how things are going at home.

Love to all,

Your Brother L.G. 

About a week after his letter to Mary, the 9th Division packed up and traveled north to the coastal town of Bou Sfer, overlooking the beach at Ain el Turck. In the increasing summer heat, they began a 125-mile march to their destination over five days. They covered 21 miles the first day, but with temperatures reaching 120 degrees, they hiked only at night and camped in the daytime. The men suffered greatly, especially the older troops.

I fell asleep hiking as did most of the boys. Can you imagine nearly half a battalion of men walking down the road, two and one half miles an hour, asleep? We would wake up in the ditch, and our buddies would help us fall back in line. I think the only thing that saved us was that the Arabs would come down the road with two-wheeled carts piled high with melons to eat. – Sergeant Charles Willsher

After 6 days of marching, they arrived to the coast, and immediately soaked their blistered feet in the cold salt water. It was ordered that all men over the age of 36 were to be sent home. The division was about to spend weeks of long grueling marches through the island of Sicily and needed every man to withstand the conditions.

July 19, 1943

Dear Mother,

Just received your letter dated July 6, sorry to hear about Father Corisean but he is maybe better off now. He sure was sick a long time. Well everything is about the same with me and nothing to write about. You spoke about receiving those two letters with the money orders enclosed. You should have got them by now. The first one I sent the ninth of May and the other the fourth of June. Please let me know if they got there, if not I’ll have to check up and see what happened to them. You speak of having a lot of rain, I’ve almost forgot what rain looks like. So Stan didn’t pass? Well he is just lucky that’s all I can say, he don’t know what he’s getting out of and he is doing pretty good to keep the old hens laying. All of us sure go for fresh eggs when we get them. I was looking at some old pictures I have this morning and it made me rather homesick. I sure would like to have a few new ones, they are better than letters. Well I must close for now, I’ll try and write soon again. 

Love to all,
Lawrence

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July 25, 1943

Dear Mother,

Received your letter today dated July 12 and also one from Catherine dated the same so they came pretty fast. You have never spoke of getting the letters with the money orders in them. They should have got there long before now. I went down to the hospital yesterday to see one of my buddies. He was wounded about three months ago and is still in pretty bad shape. He was awfully glad to see me as the time goes darn slow for him and he gets awfully lonesome. I saw Martin at church this morning, in fact we go together every Sunday. We have a very nice priest, he gives very interesting sermons. I haven’t been doing much lately, but I don’t want to either in this hot weather. Well there’s not much more to say. Please don’t forget about the pictures and write real soon again. Tell Dad to write too, he hasn’t written for a long time. 

Love to every one,
Lawrence

Left: The 12th General Hospital in Ain el Turck on July 27th, where Lawrence visited his friend three days prior to this shot. Right: 12th General chief nurse Katherine Baltz (left) poses for a picture with a colleague.

Top Left: The coastline of Ain el Turck. Top Right: The church Salle S’Maurice in Ain el Turck, likely a church Lawrence and Martin visited. Bottom: Enlisted men play a game of baseball.

Father Conners

The “very nice priest” with interesting sermons that Lawrence refers to in his July 25th letter was likely Father Edward T. Conners, chaplain for the 9th Infantry Division. He was known as a “soldier’s priest”, the chaplains that stuck with the unit on the front lines. He pleaded with military and church authorities to allow that access. He disregarded rank and faith, praying with all faiths. The Worcester Telegram and Gazette described his devotion to the 9th Infantry on the news of his death in 1986: In particular, “Connors' Coffee Shop'' was a tradition among the troops of the 9th during any respite from battle. Brewed in a big aluminum pitcher and heated on a ration-can stove with kerosene, the coffee was simply boiled and served. When the coffee ran low, Father Connors just added more grounds and water. “We never dared get all the way down to the bottom of the pot,'' he mused. “We were afraid of what we might find in it. There was a quarter-inch cake of coffee on the sides of it to add to the flavor, and there were days when the men claimed they had to chew it--it was too strong to drink.” Father Connors was awarded the Silver Star for rescuing a soldier from “No Man's Land” through a mine field that was considered suicidal to cross. One veteran of the 9th, of the Greek Orthodox faith, recalled Father Connors as “a great chaplain . . . he was right down in front when it all counted. He was one of the troops.” In recalling the growth of the ecumenical movement, he once said of the soldiers of the 9th, “We didn't talk it; we've lived it . . . It was no big deal for us. This was the way we lived those years: Dedicated to our own faith, praying together in a common purpose.'' He told of a Jewish chaplain who was shelled and dying in a battlefield in France. “He asked for my blessing before dying. Not absolution,” he added. “He died a strong, dedicated Jew, but wanted my blessing. We all must have a faith. We must believe in it. Stand up for it. But--we can all pray together.''