Fighting on in Northwest Europe

Twenty, twenty-six months and then we moved in to the Northwest Europe. But Northwest Europe was, it was nothing compared to what we had to go through in Italy. First of all, our first attack, our first river crossing; whew boy, they boarded us in to these amphibious tanks, they called a buffalo. We got aboard them and we nicely floated across the river and up the bank the other side peeled off and away we went. No wet, no nothing...yeah. I thought, if this is the way they fought war here, this is where I should have come in the first place.

Because we walked everywhere. We walked every inch of the way and I guess because of the fact that...well one of the reasons...now this I'm, I'm gonna...to hear accolades for a certain regiment, a certain group of people from the enemy's side, the first parachute division, a tough bunch of people, they were all gentlemen and they'd fight for the last man but once they lost, okay you win, shake. And the, the Hermann Göring regiment, the 356 Panzer. Oh I used to remember quite, you know about half of them anyway, but I can't today. That's fifty-three, fifty-four, five years ago.