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l Section Two The Canadian Statesman. Bowmanville, November 9,1988 11 Innocent Victims of War By Arthur Black from his Biography. During the campaign in northern Italy, 1943 and 1944,1 learned to value life like I never had and likely never will again. We had lost a lot of men between Sicily •and Italy. The Germans had their losses too. In one mountain mountain pass where I was dropping dropping off supplies, our air .support had taken their toll: The body of one young German German soldier half buried marked a mass grave. Besides driving supplies to our troops, part of my duties duties included making minor maintenance repairs to the ' trucks. Sometimes it was a necessity. Battery cables working loose, spark plug wires coming on and oil. leaks were only a few little problems that could leave a driver and his truck and supplies, supplies, stuck on an Italian mountain like a derelict used for target practice. I had no desire to help improve the German artillery's sighting ability, so I kept my truck in good condition; oil changed, fuel filled up and any other little necessities looked after. I was one of the thousands thousands of service personnel dedicated to the cause of survival. As a lance corporal, Classic Cars on Display at Bowmanville Mall I had other additional duties like maintaining supplies of equipment for the dispatch riders, checking over other vehicles, and driving supplies supplies in the dark. Staying alive was another major function of my job which went without saying. One night our camp was shelled. A replacement officer officer who had arrived in the morning, a fellow I thought- was in nis twenties, had just gone to bed and the first shell that hit the camp, hit his tent. The next morning, I was assigned assigned to be in charge of burial burial duty and placed his body, what was left of it, in a Union Jack. After the Chaplain Chaplain said a few words we lowered the fellow into a muddy hole. Officers, men, civilians, they were ordinary human beings like me and when we shovelled the mud on top of that officer a bit of me was buried in that Italian soil. I can still see the poor fellow in the Union Jack. The sun had shown through the clouds for a few days and we moved a couple of convoys up the mountains to a numbered location near Pisa an ancient city the Ro- ALL CANDIDATES MEETING For Federal Candidates in the Durham Riding Wednesday, Nov. 16,1988 At 7:30 p.m. NEWCASTLE VILLAGE I TOWN HALL EVERYONE WELCOME! Co-sponsored by the Port Granby Monitoring Committee, Committee of Clarke Constituents and the Citizens for a Safe Environment. This is not limited to environmental issues only. n'n i NOW YOÜCAN TRAVEL THE WAY WE DO! LEARN how to DO-IT-YOURSELF DO-IT-YOURSELF the way we've been doing it for more than a decade now! 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All any of us had to do was hit one bloody mine and that would be lights out for good. During the day I tried to sleep, ana when I wasn't doing doing that I looked after my truck and checked out the other vehicles. We set up shop in whatever location we could find cover. Some of the dispatch riders riders would come over and pick up bulbs, gas and what ever tnev needed. I would sleep in the back of my truck wrapped up in my army issue issue blanket. After a long night of driving the only thing that would wake me was shells or some dispatch rider shaking my foot who wanted me to find him a light bulb for his motorcycle. One fellow, who I heard the other drivers call Monk, came over in the afternoon and asked for a light bulb for his motorcycle. He had cleaned the mud off his machine machine and wanted a bulb for his tail light. We started talking talking and ne showed me his picture of his wife and kid from back home in Cornwall. Cornwall. I told him how I volunteered, volunteered, and how my brother was captured at Hong Kong and was a POW in Japan. Monk was a proud father. His face glowed with affection affection for both his wife and son. The little guy wasn't much more than a year old and dressed up in some little get-up. I kidded Monk about the usual stuff-about his little boy getting his good looks from his mother's side. Monk started up-his machine machine and took off. As the rumbling from Monk's motorcycle motorcycle softened into the distance, I went back to work under the truck. I heard a thundering crash. I pulled myself out from under the truck and looked down the road. -- ,i i Monk had run into the side of a British Officer's staff car. Monk was face down on the road and what was left of his motorcycle was either under the staff car or on its side beside the car. By the time I reached him the driver and the officer officer had turned him over to see if he was alive. His forehead forehead had been crushed. He was breathing; but that was all. It was a miracle he was even doing that. We took him to the first aid hospital. When we were at the hospital there was nothing they could do for him. Monk died that night. All I could think of was Monk's wife and baby back home. The two in the picture were innocent victims of war thousands of miles away from the front. I went back to where the motor pool was set up. where my pack was, and dug out my ration of rum. I Elect MILT DAKIN ELECT EARL MALLEY for WARD 2 Local Councillor A Person who Cares about ALL The People in the Town of Newcastle. had stored mine up for a while and I figured it was time to use it. The last thing I can remember remember of that night was that I wrote my will and in a drunken blurr declared my own war against the Germans. Germans. In the will I even willed my false teeth to one of the other drivers. In the cover of night, I had walked through a mine field and passed out in the middle of a road. I thought for sure I would be court martialed; but, all the commanding officer did was shake my hand and congratulate congratulate me on my efforts to take on the entire German Army. A few days later, we moved up a valley and a lot of our men got dysentry. The commanding officer asked me to drive nim up' to the front line as his usual driver was sick. I started coming down with dysentry and the driver of the gas tanker took my place. It was the last time I saw either of them. The jeep hit a land mine Skylight Donuts Bowling Team Standings J.Murphy 25, S. Adams 22, B. Gilkes 20, G. Cowling .15, D. Snowden 15, H. Pollard Pollard 11. Top Ten Averages: D. Snowden 232, S. Adams 216, J. Murphy 214, G. Cowling 208, R. Sutcliffe 207, G. Simpson 204, G. Smith 200, A. Porter 199, J. Winter 198, H. Pollard 197. Ladies High Single - Joan Murphy 246, Ladies High Triple - Joan Murphy 642. Men's High Single - Gord Simpson 303, Men's High Triple Gord Simpson 693. 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