Italy Late September 1944. The rains had started and it appeared that the GOTT MIT UNS were getting the weather break. Our infantry went from one river crossing to the next one. It became the old refrain "One more river to cross", and the weather and enemy were both taking their toll of the troops and equipment.
On the move to an area near the Salto River to select a new gun position, Lt Mark Forget and I were getting E troop position flagged. This position was in a flat meadow devoid of any trees with a grape vine running along the rear of the meadow and about a half mile to our front was a line of trees bordering the Salto river.
We had planted three flags for the first three gun positions and Lt Forget was taking his compass reading while I stepped off the yardage between flags. As we went to plant the last flag a rifle bullet whizzed into the earth about ten feet from us.
Lt Forget said, 'What was that?"
I said, "A sniper shot at us. Where do you want this flag and let us get the hell out of here."
With that I threw the flag like a javelin and we left the area. No other shots were fired. Whoever fired the shot was some distance away. We joined the others in a farm house about a half mile to our rear.
Here we found that Orme Payne had established communications with the regiment and battery, having laid a telephone line. Johnny Wiebe with the survey section, Telfer, Goldstone, Tumino and the rest had received the proper regimental survey from the First Survey Regiment . We had communication and proper survey. All set for the guns. A phone call ordered the advance party to remain where it was for the night as the infantry had another river, the Fiumicino, to cross. The guns were in a much better position to give the infantry support in the position they occupied. We settled in for the night and waited for tomorrow.