Fossombrone Italy, November 1944. While we were in this rest area my memory recalls that we went to Urbino, a town not too far away to see #1 Canadian entertainment company. This was a traveling army show that was just the very best. All of us that attended enjoyed every moment of it. In the show there was a black girl from Detroit that was too young to join the USA forces so she came across at Windsor and joined the CWAC's. This girl sang the GI Jive "Man o' Live". She was terrific great slim young person that put it all out in her rendition of this one particular song.
In the 5th Light anti aircraft Regiment was a shining black hairy-assed gunner. The singer noted his enjoyment of this GI jive and did she ever give him the eye and in fact her all. This 5th LAA gunner was a character and any time you saw him he always had a group of buddies with him. I can still hear his laughter and whistles when the young lady was singing. A memorable afternoon. Stan Scislowski was likely at this concert along with most of the 11th and 12th brigade infantry chaps. After the concert was over we met up with some of the Irish Regiment sergeants. Our battery always supported the Irish if they were in a fight.
Pop Barkwell, Sid Robertson, Orme Payne and I remembered [how could we forget ] that we had, in a shrine upstairs at our house in Fossombrone, our liquor ration with some ten or twelve bottles of Scotchm and a bottle or two of Rye. All this was saved for a special occasion, like the war over, someone's birthday, or plain and simple when the time was ripe to open the cache. The long and short of it we invited the Sgts from the Irish to get a truck and visit us and we would drink this liquor It was a fine way to cement Infantry and artillery relations.
The Irish arrived and the good liquor was put to such good use that I remember a very young Irish Sergeant being sick all down our steps. I said just go ahead we do not mind a bit just keep your head up and alert when you go back to the front. But it is okay to have your head down here. What was I talking about as I either cleaned the stairs or gave one of the Italian ladies a bar of soap to wash the stairs. A great afternoon and our relations were well and truly bonded with our infantry. We were young and it was good to be so full of it.
Talking about full of it, I will relate a story of the sergeant major crapping his drawers.