STORY 
THE 
107 Co!. Henry W. Daine 
Commanding Officer. 
This story of your actions, and accomplishments, while members of the 
107th Evacuation Hospital, has been compiled so that each of you upon your 
return to civilian life may have a handy reference and history that you can 
leaf through for information or for the mere joy of looking back at a period in 
your lives which I hope you will remember with as much pleasure and pride 
in your comrades and your organization as 1 am sure I will. To all of you 
whose untiring cheerful devotion to duty made the accomplishments of this 
unit possible, this booklet is dedicated. 
Henry W. Daine 
Colonel MC 
Commanding 
Major Ilex Trusler 
Executive Officer. FIVE STARS TO VICTORY 
THE STORY 
OF THE 
107™ 
EVACUATION HOSPITAL (SM) 
Prepared by 
CAPT. JOSEPH J. MIHALICH 
Detachment Commander 
T/5 MARTIN CHANCEY 
Office of Information & Education 
The Editors wish to express their deep gratitude to all Officers, Nurses and Enlisted 
Men who have assisted in the preparation of the manuscript and collection of 
pictures for this unit history OFFICERS 
NURSES 
Col. Daine and staff 
in conference 
Lt. Col. Russell, 
Capt. Hay and 
Capt. Mihalich. THE STORY OF THE 107™ 
This is the story of an Evacuation hospital, its formation, training, and 
participation in five major campaigns in the European Theater of Operations. 
It is the story of 300 American men and women — just ordinary Joes and 
Janes — mainly from New England hut with almost all states represented, who 
were welded into a smoothly functioning organization. Through periods of 
triumphal advances and during the cheerless days of reverses, their performance 
ivas always excellent. At times the going was rough and there were many 
homesick and weary days, hut always the job of caring for the 25,000 sick and 
wounded entrusted to their care came first. 
The first step toward converting the hospital from a mere number in the 
Office of the Surgeon General to a living pulsating organization was taken 
on May 20, 1943 when the unit was formally activated at Camp Blanding, 
Florida, with Lt. Col. Henry W. Daine, formerly Division Surgeon of the 
Second Infantry Division, as Commanding Officer. While many of the 
future personnel of the 107th were still busy winding up their civilian 
affairs, Col Daine proceeded with the preliminary steps of forming and 
training his hospital unit. 
To assist him with this administrative task, the following group of 
officers was assigned: Major Alexander 13. Russell, M.C.; Major Leslie 
P. Herd, M.C.; Capt. David C. Hazard, D.C.; 1st Lt. Harrison Gray, M.A.C.; 
1st Lt. J. J. Mihalich, M.A.C.; 1st Lt. Oscar Bergman, D.C.; 1st Lt. Louis 
R. Davanzo, M.A.C.; 2nd Lt. Paul W. Mocko, M.A.C.; 2d Lt. Prentice 
C. Woodhouse, M.A.C.; 2d Lt. Frederick W. Mozart, M.A.C.; 2d Lt. Albert 
J. Costine, M.A.C.; and Chaplain George W. Zinz. 
Shortly afterward, an enlisted cadre of 34 men, furnished principally 
by the 21st Evacuation Hospital, then at the Desert Training Center, 
California, arrived and preparations for a training program began in ernest. 
The date, 11 June, looms large in the history of the 107th. On that 
day a train arrived from Fort Devens, Massachusetts with the precious 
cargo of 182 sky-happy men, all known in cold army language as “filler 
replacements”. On that day the 107th commenced its training program 
and the hospital as a unit began to take form. 
It wasn’t easy for these youngsters to conceal their keen disappointment 
that fate has brought them to a medical installation thus dashing their 
hopes for a glorious career in the Air Corps. Yet heartsick as they were by 
their first separation from home and loved ones, and anxious as they were 
THE BIRTH AND INFANCY OF THE 107th 
3 about a future of great uncertainty, these men set to work with a grim 
resolution to make the best of a painful situation. Great adjustments had 
to be made. They had to eat, sleep, and work with strangers and prepare 
to spend the next several years of their lives with them. It was a great 
difficulty to overcome the change from the cool New England air to the 
burning sands and blazing sun of Florida. Small wonder that so many of 
the new arrivals displayed “New England Ignorance”, and passed out as 
they were being lined up for the first formation to hear a “Let’s Get Acquain- 
ted” talk by the Detachment Commander. 
Ten days later the new organization welcomed the arrival of Lt. Col. 
Howard S. Reid, who as Chief of the Medical Service was to play such a 
distinguished part in the life of the unit. 
Thus the fourteen week basic training program, that painstaking 
process of making disciplined and skilled medical soldiers out of a motley 
crew of “filler replacements”, was under way. It was largely due to the 
successful execution of this program that the foundation was laid for the 
organization’s outstanding performance under the stress of actual combat. 
Many hard and discouraging days lay ahead. The conscientious non- 
coms explained and illustrated the fundamentals of medical aid, close order 
drill and chemical warfare. They explained everything again and again 
with a remarkable patience. Why was it so hard to catch on to so simple 
a drill ? What difference did it make if a footlocker was slightly out of 
place ? How deep did one have to dig a fox hole to satisfy the training 
officer ? Why did they pick the hottest days for a hike ? 
PASSING IN REVIEW 
But even in those early days the men had their first taste of pride in 
the performance of their organization. On the third day of basic training 
the officers and enlisted men participated in a parade reviewed by Lt. Gen. 
L. R. Fredendall, Commanding General of the Second Army. It was their 
first concerted effort as a unit. Although they could not hope to compete with 
the many older outfits in the parade, the men resolved to give it their best. 
How proud they were when comments from observers were most favorable, 
even when compared to units much more advanced in their training. The 
first effort was a success and everyone had done his part. The 107th had 
indeed become much more than just a number! 
The days and weeks were rapidly rolling by. The men continued to 
plod through their daily routine of calisthenics, close order drill, and nume- 
rous classes ranging from military courtesy to anatomy and physiology. 
Many a studious medic sitting in these classes under the hot Florida sun, 
4 quietly dozed off, only to be rudely awakened by the exasperated instructor 
bellowing, “Ye Gods soldier, you cant he tired. — You just got up.” 
By the beginning of August this arduous physical and technical training 
program began to show results. Marching in squads and platoons the men 
kept in step. As they marched and marched and marched surplus poundage 
melted away. 
In the middle of August Major Kenneth Grace, (shortly to become the 
very competant head of the Surgical Section) arrived. He was greatly 
impressed by the training as he watched the men applying leg splints, 
treating simulated shock, and improvising means for patient transportation. 
PUTTING BARNUM AND BAILEY TO SHAME 
Upon completion of the first six weeks of general basic training the 
unit was ready for the specialized training of selected groups. Without 
such specialists an evacuation hospital cannot give the definitive treatment 
expected of it in combat. Thus, during the weeks that followed, groins of 
former students, butcher boys and drug store cowboys were dispatched to 
various general hospitals for intensive training as surgical, medical and x-ray 
technicians. 
Evacuation Hospital personnel must also be able to erect and tear down 
tentage equally as expertly as Barnum and Bailey’s tent crews. Despite all 
the distance traversed by the 107th in its wanderings through six European 
nations, the memories of the first convoy and bivouac remain very vivid. 
It was early in September when the convoy proceeded to the Twin Lakes 
area, for three days to establish and operate the first hospital with 
simulated casualties for patients. When a week later another bivouac was 
Aerial View 
of First Bivouac 
Twin Lakes, 
Bold State Park 
Fla. 
5 held at the Military Reservation of Camp Rlanding, the hospital was quickly 
set up and proceeded to function efficiently with every section carrying out 
its work with facility. Aerial photographs of this bivouac revealed that 
not only were the tents set up in an excellent manner but that the whole 
hospital was expertly camouflaged. 
As a result, the men began to develop a real pride in their unit and con- 
fidence in their collective ability to quickly move, set up and operate the 
hospital. They began to see the whys and wherefors of their basic training. 
The days and weeks of sweating and working were paying dividends. 
BASIC TRAINING COMPLETED 
The completion of basic training in the middle of September was 
marked by the arrival of a team of inspectors from the Second Army to 
put the organization through its Military Training Program Tests. The 
unit received a satisfactory rating. At last the former group of bewildered 
youngsters from New England passed from the status of rookies to that of 
trained medical soldiers. 
The 107th now received orders to proceed to its new station at Camp 
Gordon, Georgia, where it arrived at the end of September. Now began the 
final stage of advanced training leading up to maneuvers. The unit designed 
its individual plan for movement, setting up and operating the hospital. 
The €0 and his staff were resolved that the technique of rapid movement 
and erection of this 400 bed hospital should be mastered. This was a wise 
move as was later borne out by experience in the ETO, where an additional 
hour moving could have been the difference between life and death for the 
hospital personnel and its patients. 
The success of the last phase of the training program was enhanced b}' 
the fact that every enlisted man, after a personal interview, was assigned 
to the work he requested. The administrative work was further strenghtened 
with the arrival of 3 MACs — 2d Lts. Maxson, Parrish and Reed and WO JG 
Milo D. Ward. At this time level-headed and competent Ed Southard became 
1st Sgt. Thus, under the guidance of this enlarged staff, and with the enthu- 
siasm that comes when every man does the work he feels best qualified 
for, the training proceeded rapidly. The efficiency and coordinated func- 
tioning of sections improved daily. 
THE FLOUR BAG ATTACK 
The climax of this advanced training program came at the end of 
October, w hen a one wreek bivouac was conducted under simulated combat 
6 conditions. As the men plodded along the dusty road, loaded down with 
full field-packs, their march was repeatedly punctuated by the warning 
whistle and the command “disperse”. Everyone would dive for shelter as 
planes would appear overhead and bombard them with flour bags. As soon 
as this bivouac was completed the “battle tested” unit returned gratefully 
to the comforts of garrison life. But orders arrived shortly, alerting the 
outfit for participation in the Second Army maneuvers in Tennessee. 
Now the 107th was to be put through the real test — the Tennessee 
winter maneuvers — compared with which all the previous hikes and 
bivouacs were just picnics. With the arrival of 14 medical officers and the 
acquisition of hospital equipment, the unit was now ready to go places. 
WINTER MANEUVERS IN TENNESSEE - A PREVIEW 
During the next two months the 107th was to be treated to a real 
taste of things to come, including a sample of mud such as later seen in 
Luxemburg. Between 18 November 1943 and 7 January 1944 the period 
of maneuvers, the hospital was set up at six separate locations and received 
2,783 patients. 
It was on a bright and cool morning on November 9th when the unit 
left its home station at Camp Gordon, arriving two days later at Shelbyville, 
Tennessee. There it spent a week awaiting orders to go into action. As if 
to set the scene for the rest of the maneuver period the sun vanished from 
the skies and one rainy day followed another. But two bright spots shone 
through the overcast skies. News arrived of the promotion of the Comman- 
ding Officer to the rank of Colonel. This was hailed not only as a tribute 
to Col. Daine’s leadership but also as recognition for the organization which 
he led. The other 
cheering news, was 
the arrival of 20 nur- 
ses, whose orders 
sent them from mo- 
dern barracks on a 
torturous ride to live 
in those dingy, gloo- 
my pyramidal tents. 
The Arrival of the 
First Group of Nurses 
Shelbyville, Tenn. 
7 The anxiously awaited orders finally came through: The 107th was to 
proceed to Castilian Springs and commence operating on November 20th. 
Early that morning the hospital was set up and open for patients. Before 
long 42 had arrived. The period of make belief was just about over. These 
patients were real, not simulated, and so was the deep, hateful and persistent 
mud. When in the total black-out one dashed his head against a tree or 
tripped over w hat seemed to be thousands of tent ropes, the reaction was just 
as painful as if it happened in combat. 
No sooner had the personnel become orientated to the local terrain 
then orders arrived to strike tents and move forward. During times of 
movement every medic, be he cook, clerk, or surgical technician becomes 
a member of one of the tent crews. Within a few hours the “show” came 
down-destined to arise the next day at beach Grove, 95 miles distant. 
It was at Beach Grove that many of these men and women spent their 
first Thanksgiving Day away from home and dear ones. The same turkey 
dinner was served with all its trimmings, but instead of gathering around 
the family dinnertable they ate out in the cold, wind-swept field. Yes, 
they were “tenting that night”, and would be doing so for many more days 
and nights to come “until the dawn of peace”. 
At mid-day December 2nd orders were received to move to Baxter, 
'Tennessee. In less than 3 hours, 100 patients were evacuated, the equipment 
packed and the hospital torn down. 
The following morning, after grappling 
for several hours with the w’et tentage 
in a heavy downpour, the hospital wras 
set up and ready to receive patients an 
hour before scheduled time. Though 
dripping with mud and swreat the men 
beamed with pride as they compli- 
mented one another and even engaged 
in a bit of back slapping, saying “Its 
a hot outfit this 107thy 
It was here that Major Russell, 
the Executive Officer, who was known 
as “everybody’s friend”, and who re- 
membered everyone by their first name, 
received his promotion to Lt. Colonel. 
Morning Ablutions, Baxter, Tenn. 
8 “WINTERIZING” IN TENNESSEE 
B}t the middle of December, the unit received orders to “winterize”, 
and proceeded to Shelbyville to take up winter quarters. The entire per- 
sonnel was billeted in pyramidal tents which seemed like fabulous palaces 
when compared with pup tents. The medical and surgical wards were set 
up in two huge garages. But not eveyrone was fortunate enough to enjoy 
his Christmas in this winterized heaven. A call came for a medical unit 
which was needed outside Cooksville. The hospital was formed into two 
echelons and one sailed forth into an ocean of mud to celebrate their Christ- 
mas tending to the patients in the field. 
Those that remained tried to hide their feelings of homesickness and 
loneliness by a make-believe festive mood of a “smile darn you” cheerfulness 
as they helped the Red Cross distribute gifts to the patients. 
The New Year found the entire family of the 107th reunited. The unit 
had successfully met its first great test. It had been through two months of 
operation in the field in support of the 35th, 87th, 100th Infantry and 14th 
Armored Divisions. It had ministered to many hundreds of patients under 
most adverse natural conditions. Many precious lessons had been learned, 
particularly about the difference between operation by the “book” and the 
many practical problems that arise in the field. The valuable experience 
gathered during this maneuver period was in large part responsible for the 
ability of the 107th to cope with the great ordeals of the Christmas and New 
Year of 1944—45, and to come through with flying colors. 
At the conclusion of maneuvers, the hospital was given a rating of 
satisfactory. As one of the New Englanders put it, “An impression must 
have been made on someone since we found ourselves with reservations on a 
boat bound for Europe.” 
Indeed an impression had been made, since orders came through on 
2 January for the 107th to proceed to the staging area at Camp Tyson. 
FROM CAMP TYSON TO OMAHA BEACH 
On 19 January 1944 the 107th Evac Hospital arrived at Camp Tyson, 
Tennessee, famous as an Army Barrage Balloon Center. During its 4 week 
stay at the unit was absorbed with extensive preparations for over- 
seas movement. However much the personnel may have wanted to relax 
after 2 months in the field and enjoy the luxuries of garrison life, there 
Mere too many urgent things to be done. 
An amazing number of big and little problems had to be attended to. 
I'he unit had to be brought up to T/O strength, and soon enough officers 
9 and nurses arrived to meet the required number. A cadre of 1 officer and 
34 enlisted men was transferred and new men arrived to take their places. 
TAT equipment had to be prepared for shipment. An opportunity had 
to be given to those who had been away from home those past 8 months 
to say goodbye to their families. Every member in the organization had to 
be completely outfitted with combat serviceable clothing and equipment. 
As a result, life in Tyson was just one inspection after another. And despite 
the help of that little trap door in the ceiling where the men hid away their 
“extra” clothing, the belongings of everyone received a very thorough 
going over. 
POM POM POM 
P.O.M. P.O.M. — these ominous letters now became the center of 
all thinking and action. Foremost in the program of Preparations for 
Overseas Movement was the emphasis on physical fitness. These were 
the days of long hikes through the lovely woodlands surrounding Camp 
Tyson; days every man had to crawl through the infiltration course under 
a hail of machine gun bullets with dynamite charges going off on every side. 
Then came the chemical warfare preparations, those frightening gas cham- 
bers and the various gas identification drills which resulted in arguments 
as to whether a whiff of smoke smelled like fly-paper, new mown hay or 
garlic. 
By the middle of February POM was completed and the various groups 
that had left on furloughs had returned. It was about time to “hit the 
deck”. With the words of the CO, “/ pray that you ivill never he separated 
from your dog tags”, the 107th departed from the staging area. 
On February 18th the unit arrived at the Port of Embarkation, 
Camp Kilmer, New Jersey. This was the big opportunity for that handful 
of “hill-billies” to fulfill their life’s ambition to see the sky-scrapers of 
Manhattan. Now was the time for abandon ship drills and for thoughts 
about that boat ride across the U-boat infested ocean. Yes, for POEitis. 
It was Johny’s last chance to call home and to hear Ma’s trembling tearful 
voice. An excellent medicine to relieve POEitis was liberally administered 
as promotions were posted for nearly half of the enlisted personnel. 
The next hurdle, the POE physicals, were expected to be very thorough 
and turned out to be quite the contrary; an examination lasting all of 
25/60 of a minute declared each man to be equal to all the rigors of com- 
bat life. 
Thus the decks were cleared for the fatefid day of February 27th when 
the men and women of the 107th walked up the gang plank, boarded the 
Navy transport Susan B. Anthony and set sail for an unknown destination. 
10 A LAST LOOK AT THE GOOD OLD USA 
The men silently lined the rails, looked back at the good US soil 
vanishing from sight, and wondered how long it would be before they would 
return. 
If physical activity aboard the ship was limited by the compactness 
with which the men were jammed into the hold, their minds were under 
no such restrictions. Before long they concocted a truly hair-raising crop 
of rumors. “A pack of U-boats was trailing the ship”, “The Susan B. had 
struck a mine and was already tilting”, etc. Thus passed 11 long and anxious 
days during which the monotony was broken only by the abandon ship 
drills, and by that strange voice bellowing “Now hear there, smoking lamp 
is out on deck”. 
Though fear of enemy action and anxiety about the future continued 
to press upon the brain, the sight of the mighty convoy, the countless cor- 
vettes and destroyer escorts — all had a miraculously reassuring effect. 
On the morning of March 9th part of the great question was answered. 
The immediate destination was North Ireland. As the Susan B was slowly 
piloted into the Port of Belfast hundreds of civilians dove and fought to 
get at the cigarettes and candy flung at them by the generous (or foolish) GUs. 
Though their homes were 3000 miles behind, and before them lay the 
grim Festung Europa, those 4 months in the UK will long be remembered 
by the 107th as most enjoyable ones. During the first 2 months the hospital 
was billeted in Nissen huts in the Knock Hoad Section of Belfast. A 
training program was initiated with a new twist to it; namely, preparations 
for long and short sea voyages. Then there were those ever present refresher 
courses in medical and general military subjects. The wise training officer 
managed to sugar-coat a physical fitness program with hikes to the Ulster 
Parliament, visits to ancient castles, and strolls through the beautiful hills 
and vallej’s of North Ireland. The men made a real effort to impress the 
Irish with their military precision and they can still hear ringing in their 
ears the cry of Lt. Parrish, “Skip Cadence, Count”. 
A well organized sports program had always proved the main source 
of the unit’s recreation. Softball games between officers and non-coms 
were the center of this program, with Col. Daine’s pitching proving rather 
disastrous for the opposing teams. 
The reputed coldness of the Englishman didn’t seriously interfere with 
the establishment of the warmest friendships. Much more difficult to cope 
with was the capricious weather and the art of building fires with that 
fire resistant Irish coal. Even more complex was that knowledge of higher 
mathematics necessary to figure out the number of pence to a shilling 
11 Life can he com- 
fortable in Nissen 
Huts-Officers 
Quarters. 
Medical Supply 
at Work, 
Belfast, 
North Ireland. 
A Carefree Moment, Sunday afternoon 
in Belfast. Lts. Reed, Mihalich and 
Mr. Ward. 
12 and the shillings to a pound. No one could ever get used to the idea of 
going to sleep at midnight in bright daylight, even if the window blinds 
were drawn to simulate darkness. 
Nurses on parade, Belfast. 
All too soon did Belfast and its famed City Hall pass into History. On 
May 11th orders were received from XV Corps to proceed to Denbigh, North 
Wales. 
THE VALE OF CLWYD 
Denbigh is situated in the picturesque Vale of Clwyd, a spot reputed 
to be the loveliest in all the world (so the Welshmen said). The personnel, 
billeted in 120 private homes, quickly took advantage of a real opportunity 
to become acquainted with the home life and outlook of these Englishmen. 
The air was now full of talk about the imminence of the invasion of 
France. The bombing of Hitler’s fortress by the RAF and the USAAF 
reached an unprecedented fury and many indulged in pipe dreams about 
the Nazis being knocked out by allied air power alone. Rut preparations 
for the colossal amphibious operation went forward with mounting energy 
and tension. The 107th, while resuming the training program initiated 
in Ulster, now stepped up last minute preparations and packing of equipment 
for a sea voyage and landing on the far shore. Passive air defense, recognition 
of enemy aircraft, and the setting up of the hospital under simulated field 
operations — these were the all important training topics. 
13 Vale of Clwyd 
from 
Denbigh Castle. 
St. Mary’s 
Church from 
Castle Grounds, 
Denbigh, 
North Wales. 
The hourly mounting tension, heightened by the unit’s transfer to 
the Third Army, failed to put a damper on Denbigh’s teeming social life. 
On the contrary, there was a feeling that now was the time to snatch at 
the last bit of fun before the deadly serious business started. Many lasting 
friendships were made over a cup of tea and toast, or mild and bitter at 
three pence and a bob. GIs competed with Welshmen in the dart games 
so popular in those quaint old pubs. Others took a particular interest 
in Denbigh’s 13th century castle — a favorite and inexpensive spot to 
take your date. With the arrival of 2 Red Cross Representatives, a plan 
was instituted for providing welfare facilities and rounding out the program 
of activities. 
Into this quiet, contented life crashed the world shaking news, the 
invasion of Europe was on. With several of the unit’s officers and enlisted 
14 men taking part in D-Day operations, the invasion took on a particularly 
intimate meaning. 
The tension of waiting became more acute with every passing day. 
But not for long. A month after D-Day orders arrived for the 107th to 
leave Denbigh for the marshalling area at Southampton, England. It 
was a rainy July evening. The citizens of Denbigh had gathered at the 
railroad station to see the Americans off. There were many damp eyes 
in the crowd as these sedate Englishmen and women tried to push through 
the throng to shake hands with the departing Americans, to bid them good 
luck and a cheerio. 
THIS WAS NO DRY RUN 
After a three day stay at the marhalling area the 107th personnel 
proceeded on trucks to the docks. “This is it men”, said the 1st Sgt. “This 
is no dry run.” Arriving at the pier the men and women lined up to board 
the British Army transport SS Victoria. There they stood, inching towards 
the gangplank, the convoy number chalked on their helmets and duffle 
bags like price marked Christmas toys. Everyone wore stiff, ill-smelling, 
gas protective underwear and on top of that ODs and over those fatigues. 
Then there was a full field-pack, duffle bags, and gas mask for every man and 
Ionian to carry. The hot July sun beat down mercilessly. By the time 
the personnel of the 107th had come aboard, the little freighter was so 
packed that its human cargo was coming out of the port holes. “Pile ’em 
on the open decks”, ordered an authoritative voice. In that manner the unit 
sailed for the shores of Normandy. 
Soon after a supper of “10 in 1”, the men fell asleep, as if to escape 
the unbearable suspense. By 0300, when the SS Victoria joined the vast 
convoy at the Bendezvous and set sail for France, grotesque shaped heaps 
of dog-tired sleeping men were sprawled all over the deck, ignoring the 
many buzz-bombs with their following trails of tracers. 
GOING INTO OPERATION ON FRENCH SOIL 
As the darkness lifted above the channel and after a “10 in 1” breakfast, 
all aboard lined the rails and strained their eyes toward the horizon, 
toward something that looked like a low hanging cloud. It was the first 
sight of French soil. By noon the convoy had come within full view of 
Omaha Beach. There before it a seemingly endless line of half 
submerged ships, sunk to form a break-water. There were rows of huge 
steel-pronged spiders; here and there a smashed or overturned LST. Every - 
15 thing seemed to move to the rhythm of the distant boom and crash of the 
artillery. 
With darkness would come the Luftwaffe to bomb and strafe the 
narrow beachhead. It was therefore necessary to put ashore before dark 
the tens of thousands of men and the huge cargoes brought over by this 
convoy. At break-neck speed the human cargo was loaded into LCTs 
and rushed ashore. Their feet now firmly set on French soil, the men of 
the 107th trudged up a steep hill that rose from the beach, a hill remembered 
by many as “Coronary Hill'". The women were lucky, they rode up in 
trucks. 
As they reached the top a huge cemetery came into view where lay 
some of the 7000 Americans who paid with their lives the price Hitler 
exacted for the Normandy beachhead. Before long the begrimed, sweating 
and puffing column reached Transit Area No. 3 near Laurient Sur Mer 
and moved on to occupy a cluster of abandoned German fox-holes dug 
in a lovely Normandy orchard. It was here that the 107th spent its first 
night in France and made its acquaintance with “Bed-check Charlie" who 
came over nightly to bomb and strafe. 
“Hell, this sure is no dry run”, the men muttered as they were awakened 
by the sputter of Jerry machine guns and the terrific racket made by our an- 
swering Ack-Ack batteries. Yes, the presence of a deadly and still very 
powerful enemy could be sensed all around. An enemy that was striving 
with all his cunning, fanaticism, and technical skill to maim and kill the 
greatest possible number of Americans. To shorten the lists of the dead, 
to restore to health and minimize the suffering of our buddies was to be 
0ur great job and great opportunity. 
The following day the hospital equipment and transportation had 
not yet come ashore. Since there was nothing in the book about how 
to operate a hospital without equipment, it was decided to divide the 
personnel into 4 groups and place them on temporary duty with the 2nd, 
5th, 24th and 44th Evac Hospitals. These were the medical installations 
supporting the big push on St. Lo. A breakthrough at St. Lo. would make 
possible an enlargement of the 60 mile beachhead and a drive into the 
center of France. But this was tough hedgerow country, the going was 
mighty rugged, and the casualties painfully high. So the personnel of 
107th pitched in with the job of saving lives and easing the pain of 
thousands of Yanks taking part in the final battle of the beachhead. 
Many were at first shocked and nauseated by the sight of blood and mangled 
bodies. It was not tears and sympathy the wounded needed but quick 
and skillful treatment. The stoical behavior of the wmunded wras a great 
16 Arrival at First 
Combat Station 
St. Sauveur 
Le Vicomte, 
France. 
surprise. No complaining or whimpering, but amazing self-control and 
cooperation was the rule. 
It was in these first few days of handling actual battle casualties that 
invaluable experience was obtained which was to be put to use a few days 
later when the 107th started operating its own hospital. 
The equipment and transportation finally arrived. The four groups 
were reassembled and on July 16th set out for St. Sauveur Le Vicomte. 
Along the way the convoy passed an area which had been the main battle 
ground between the invading and defending forces. Such towns as Isygny 
and Carenton had been through such a devastating bombardment that one of 
the enlisted men wrote to his wife, “Dear Marge. You can get on your knees 
and overlook the entire town.” The few French civilians that remained 
seemed to be in a stupor, living like rats in cellars and shanties built from 
the nibble of their homes. Some still kept asking, “Will this be another 
Dieppe ? Are you going to stay this time ?” 
ON OUR OWN — THE FIRST COMBAT STATION 
Two days later the I07th established its first combat station in the 
near-by village of Le Defant. From now on the organization was on its own. 
“How will we make out? Has our training prepared us for the situations we 
shall now encounter?” 
With these disturbing thoughts in mind the men and women got 
down to work unpacking the equipment and setting up the hospital. Within 
two hours after the engineers had finished de-mining the area a teeming 
little tent city had sprung up. 
17 The first patient was received at 1010 on July 18, the first of 25,000 to 
go through this hospital in its operations in the ETO. It was a date to 
remember. At first there was a little hesitation. With more and more 
ambulances rolling in, the hospital soon shifted into high gear and proceeded 
to function with creditable smoothness and efficiency. A steady, unending 
stream of patients poured into Receiving, through the X-Ray tent, into 
the operating theatre and on to the post-operative wards. 
At the first possible opportunity all patients were evacuated to the 
rear. Every section and every man and woman, functioned with the con- 
fidence and selfpossession of a veteran of many campaigns. It spoke well 
for the type of training and leadership the unit had received. 
The hospital opened up as a First Army installation supporting the 
stubborn hedgerow fighting around St. Lo. and La Haye du Puits. Two 
weeks later when it received orders to close down, the hospital was attached 
to the Third Army which was gathering large numbers of men and tanks 
for the spectacular break-through at St. Lo. In its first two weeks of 
operation the hospital received 867 patients. The work was hard, the 
hours long but no one thought of complaining. The first hours of doubt 
and hesitation were gone. The feeling now was, “At least we’ve gotten 
over the first hurdle. We don’t know what the future has in store for us, 
but the performance of onr team in the first inning gives us confidence that 
come what may, we’ll be able to hold up our end.” 
BREHAL — THE SECOND COMBAT STATION 
The hospital took up its second combat station at Brehal in the be- 
ginning of August. This time the tents sprang up and the sections started 
functioning with much less confusion and greater speed. The hospital 
was now in support of one of the most crucial battles of the war. The 
First Army was given the task of punching a hole in the German defenses. 
Then the forces of “Blood and Guts” Patton were to pour through this gap. 
This was known in Headquarters language as operation “Cobra” and 
with its execution came a large flow of patients. One day as many as 
300 patients arrived, and the strain of working on a 24 hour basis began 
to tell. Within a week 700 patients were admitted. 
But pressure of the work was the least of their worries. “Bed-check 
Charlie” kept coming over nightly with a clock-like precision. If during 
the first few nights everyone dived for his steel at the sound of that halting 
buzz, within a few days, “Bed-check Charlie” was becoming a joking 
matter. But the Jerry planes were out on a grim mission. Late one night 
a terrible explosion rocked the entire area and was followed by a series of 
18 smaller ones. The sky lit up for miles around. The German planes had 
connected with a nearby ordinance ammo dump where thousands of phos- 
phorous bombs were stored. Within 15 minutes a truck arrived at the hospital 
loaded with the mutilated members of a colored Ordinance crew. 
Little did one expect that at a time when the hospital was full of 
patients it would be ordered to move. Such orders did come through at 
midnight of August 9th. Every man and woman worked right through 
the night evacuating patients, tearing down tents and loading the equipment. 
The chief concern was whether the Luftwaffe would be able to spot the 
hospital area where so many were working with flashlights. Working into 
the early hours of the morning the men soon forgot “Bed-check Charlie” 
and with the dawrn of day the 107th was ready for one of its biggest and 
most exciting leaps forward. 
THE GREAT BREAK-THROUGH 
“Like a hat outofhelV'. That’s how the men described the impetus with 
which General Patton’s armor broke out of the small Normandy beachhead. 
With the capture of Avranches, at the foot of the Cherbourg Peninsula, 
one Third Army spearhead turned east and raced towards Paris. Another 
task force, led by the 4th and 6th Armored Divisions, was given the job of 
cleaning up the Brittany peninsula. It was in support of the latter task 
force that the 107th now moved. In the preceding three weeks the hospital 
barely moved 20 miles, but in three days it now dashed ahead 200 miles. 
Driving close on the heels of the armored spearheads the 107th sped 
past the towns of Lessay, Periers and Coutances, scenes of dogged and 
bloody hedgerow fighting. The pungent stench of rotting flesh was enough 
to make one vomit. Everywhere were signs of horrible desolation. Churned 
cemeteries with bones scattered along the roadside. In Coutances a 1000 
pound cow was blown 75 feet into the air and hung on the limbs of a tree. 
Crowds of rejoicing, cheering Frenchmen greeted the convoy as it drove 
through towns and villages. 
Turning west into the Brittany peninsula the 107th convoy found 
itself in a rather perilous but nevertheless amusing predicament. The task 
of the armored spearheads driving through Brittany was to disorganize 
the German defenses in the center; to by-pass the enemy strong points 
and leave it to the infantry to clean up these pockets. On August 6th the 6th 
Armored Division reached a hill overlooking the Port of Brest. Then it 
about-faced and drove out of the peninsula. Thus the 107th convoy, as it 
raced up the Brittany peninsula, was passing through towns which had 
not yet been reached by the infantry. Driving through sniper infested roads 
19 the trucks and ambulances would often enter a town on the very heels of 
the fleeing “supermen”. 
The triumphal sweep of the 107th reached its zenith with a hysterical 
welcome by the inhabitants of Landerneau, the last big town before Brest. 
These medics were the first group of Americans to reach the city. These were 
the liberators the Bretons had waited for during those dreadful years of Nazi 
occupation. The stirring scenes as these exultant crowds greeted their liberators, 
the flow of cider into dust choked throats, the flowers and cheers, all this was 
enough to make these begrimed and exhausted medics forget their three sleepless 
nights and overwhelm them with emotion. “These Frenchmen have gone mad”, 
the boys pretended nonchalance, thoiigh tears filled their eyes and chills ran 
up and down their spines. 
“ Vive Roosevelt, Vive Les Americaines”, the Frenchmen shouted. “Long 
Live DeGaule, Long Live New Bedford, Long Live Watertown”, some of the 
Yankees shouted back. 
THE “BRASSIERE BOYS” — CONTAING BREST 
The hospital took up its third combat station in the of Brest, 
just outside the town of Ploudaniel. By midnight of August 11a considerable 
number of doughboys, German PWs and French civilians had been received. 
At first the casualties were light. The 6th Armored Division had stuck 
its nose into the outskirts of Brest and then departed, leaving behind a 
small force to contain the German garrison of Brest. The besieged out- 
numbered the Americans who besieged them by at least ten to one. 
It soon became apparent that Brest was not going to be taken without 
a struggle. Gen. Bamcke, a fanatical Nazi had a force of 40,000 men, the 
In Support of Siege 
of Brest. Hospital 
Set-Up at 
Ploudaniel, France. 
20 Patients and Medics 
at USO Show. 
backbone of his strength being the 2nd Paratroop Division. For provisions 
there were large underground depots of food and ammunition. Protecting 
Fortress Brest were numerous belts of pill boxes and strong points as well 
as a wall 20 feet deep surrounding the entire city. 
During their month’s stay at this location life flowed on as comfortably 
as possible under combat conditions. Passes began to be issued. Many went 
souvenir hunting. Others became acquainted with Brittany cider, calvados 
and whatever cognac had eluded the ravaging Germans. Visits were being 
made to the surrounding towns. Some walked. Others, who hitched a ride 
on passing FFI vehicles, which dashed along like a combination roller 
coaster and loop the loop, forever swore off such expedients. With regular 
movies at the Bed Cross tent for patients and hospital personnel, current 
events discussions, USO shows, 2nd Division band programs, baseball 
Doughbuts & Coffee 
Red Cross 
Clubmobile. 
21 games and church services the hospital settled into a routine in which the 
strain and boredom was considerably relieved. As welcome as all else was 
the arrival of 20 PWs to take over the onerous KP duties. 
But none of these activities could compensate for the anxiety occasioned 
by the failure of the mail to come through for quite some time. Nor could 
they still the growing impatience and restlessness of men bogged down in a 
backward sector of the front while the allied armies were sweeping onto Paris. 
At the beginning of September the VIII Corps, which the 107th was 
supporting, began building up a powerful striking force for an all out assault 
on Brest. It was feared that large German forces might attempt to escape 
from the city and get across the narrow waterway into Crozan to organize 
a last ditch defense. Hence a task force was dispatched to Crozan which 
the 107th was assigned to support. 
Oil Painting of Operating Tent During Busy Days at Brest. 
ON CROZAN — FINISHING THE JOB 
Moving over by motor shuttle the entire unit was assembled by midday 
of September 13th and before long the little gypsy camp was thrown up 
at Port Launay near the picturesque and charming little town of Chautelin. 
The 107th was now transferred to the Ninth Army. Towards evening the 
1st Sgt’s whistle was heard through the camp. “Special formation, drop 
what you'r doing and double time.'’ Col. Daine arrived to address the expec- 
tant gathering. “Men, you have just completed two months of operation under 
combat conditions. I consider your performance as excellent. 1 am convinced 
that this unit is second to none.” 
22 The ceremonies were concluded with the distribution of liquor rations. 
And then back to work. 
With the arrival of 4 auxiliary surgical teams the following day, it 
became apparent at once that a major action was in the offing. Furiousty 
busy days were ahead. 
Things were now moving to a head. The battle for Brest was entering 
its sixth week. What was to have been a short, whirlwind campaign deve- 
loped into a slow, grinding, slugging match. Brest had become a dangerous 
pocket far to the rear of our armies now racing for the German border. 
“Will we be fooling around here ‘containing Brest’ long after “Blood 
and Guts” enters Berlin ?” This was the big question in all latrine and 
chow line discussions. 
Before starting his all out assault on Brest, Major General Middleton, 
Commanding the VIII Corps, dispatched a message to Gen. Bam eke in 
which he stated, “Your men have fought well ... Your command has full- 
filled your obligation to your country... I am calling upon you as one pro- 
fessional soldier to another to cease the struggle now in progress.” 
When Gen. Bamcke’s negative answer was received, General 
Middleton turned to his doughboys: “LET’S TEAR THEM APART AND 
GET THE JOB FINISHED!” 
They did. By September 18th Fortress Brest had fallen. 
But the great elation that followed was tempered by the fact that 
the Brest campaign was not yet over. Much remained to be done by 
doughboy and medic in the next ten days. The infantry still had 
to mop up on Crozan. Busiest of all were the medics of the 107th. All 
hospital facilities were swamped. Not only were hundreds of GIs 
but close to a thousand PWs brought in as our troops overran several 
enemy medical installations. Most of them had received previous definitive 
treatment, but there were surprisingly high numbers of amputated arms 
and legs and many neglected wounds. Also many liberated GIs were 
admitted suffering from malnutrition and associated ailments after being 
kept for many weeks on a diet of black bread and shrapnel spiced soup. 
(The soup was made with meat from horses killed by artillery.) 
It was a short and hectic period. After closing the books the Registrar’s 
office reported 1,557 admissions. 
Being the first Evacuation Hospital to arrive in the Brest Area the 
107th supported nearly all the units participating in this campaign. Among 
the larger units might be listed: 2nd, 8th and 29th and 83d Infantry Divisions, 
and the 6th Armored Division. 
23 Hospital Facilities 
swamped with arrival 
of 1000 wounded 
PWs. 
The Americans treat all wounded 
alike. 
Hospital 
Set-Up 
at Crozan 
Peninsula. In the months to come the 107th supported many bigger campaigns 
but only during the early days of Rundstedt’s counter-offensive did it feel 
the same complete reponsibility for medical support. 
The time had now come for the hospital to take up its combat station 
in the great battle for Germany. 
A TOUR OF THREE COUNTRIES VIA THE 
‘RED BALL EXPRESS’ 
Towards the end of September the 107th departed from Brittany. 
The convoy, consisting of 69 vehicles, began its 700 miles voyage across the 
center of France. After a 150 mile drive there was a bivouac near Rennes 
and after another 12 hour drive, a stop-over at Chartres. 
Beginning 700 mile trek from Brittany to Luxemburg, 
The great moment had arrived which all had so fervently looked 
forward to: a glimpse of Paris. But dreams and reality are not always the 
same. It was night time. All one could see were the big somber blacked-out 
buildings and a few couples walking arm in arm. A short stop on the outs- 
kirts of the city, then the command, ‘"Back to the trucks”, and Paris was 
behind us. 
During this hop, the biggest in its history, the 107th traveled from 
1600 hours until 0200 hours or later so as to free the highway in day time 
for the “Bed Ball Express”. Our armies were eating up millions of gallons 
of gasoline daily. Great stores of material piled up at French and Belgian 
25 ports. Large masses of infantry hea- 
ded for the Siegfried Line had to be 
brought up mainly in trucks. Thus 
the unit moved along mostly at night, 
bivouacking and sleeping during the 
mornings. 
At the last bivouac, near Suippes, 
a formation was called. The CO 
addressed his men and women. “Your 
job as liberators is now over. Pretty 
soon you will be coming as conquerors, 
surrounded by a hostile population. 
From now on I want you to watch 
your step; to be especially careful. 
May I again express my hope that 
none of you will be separated from 
your dog tags.” 
The convoy started on its last 
lajD. It was the fourth night on the 
road. It had rained steadily for the 
previous few nights. Draped as they 
were in blankets over ODs and fatigues, 
the men shivered as the cold wind 
whipped through the canvas of the trucks and the never ending drizzle “ate” 
into their very bones. “We come as conquerors”. Somehow this phrase kept 
cropping up in all conversations as the men and women conjured up the 
most frightful pictures of desperate snipers in every tree top and fanatical 
Nazis all around them. The poor medics have nothing but their Bed Cross 
brassard with which to meet these furies. 
Such jitters were by no means allayed as the convoy began driving 
past the Compagnie battlefields, the final resting place for so many thousands 
of Americans who took part in the last war. For endless miles not a single 
farm house was to be seen in this military zone. All too frequently there 
was row upon row of little white crosses on either side of the road. Only the 
cratered, shell pocked earth, the trenches and underground tunnels where 
millions of men fought and died so that the First World War might be the last. 
Soon the blacked-out convoy, driving in the rain, began passing the 
freshly liberated Belgian and Luxemburg towns and villages. While the 
greetings were not as hysterical as in Brittany there were plenty of people 
on hand to shout, “Vive Nos Liberators-Thank you Americans. Long Live 
Nurses breaking camp 
Suippes, France. 
26 LibertyIn the Luxemburg towns the most common slogans were, ,,Mir 
UJolle bleibe wat mir sin” (we want to remain what we are) and Lebe Roose- 
velt und Grossherzogin Charlotte.” 
In the early morning hours of October 1st the convoy at last reached 
its destination: a wind-swept hill, 12 miles northeast of Bastogne. The 
o0,000 vehicle miles were completed without an accident of any kind, which 
Was a feather in the cap of the “Greasy 27”. 
WINTERIZING IN THE LUXEMBURG MUD 
The hospital had to be set up and ready for patients by 1800 hours, 
the day of arrival. So the groggy, bleary-eyed crew, drawing upon its last 
bit of energy, plunged into the job with a real determination. At scheduled 
time the tent city was up. It was set on a high hill near a planted pine 
forest and overlooked the wide expanses of the lovely Luxemburg country- 
side. The enlisted men pitched their pup tents inside the forest. The rains 
came down, day in and day out. Within a week the mud became so deep 
and the roads so impassable that the engineers had to be called upon to 
build a gravel road. 
‘‘ What's going to happen to us now? Are we going to remain in this 
God-forsaken mud-hole?” There was a fierce debate on this question. Some 
said we’ll keep right on going. Others thought that we would winterize 
and start up again in the Spring. One silly question which no one bothered 
asking was how about the German divisions facing us a stone’s throw 
across the border ? Will they winterize too ? 
Having failed to outflank the Siegfried Line with the air-borne ope- 
ration launched at Arnheim, Holland on September 17th the nature of 
the fighting now changed to one of applying steady pressure all along the 
fortified Hoer and in the Hurtgen Forests, known to the doughboys as 
the ‘death factory’. The Nazis were selling space for time and were deter- 
mined to exact the greatest possible price. A steady stream of battle casu- 
alties kept coming in, but a large portion of the patients were sick with 
respiratory diseases and there was a growing number of trench foot casu- 
alties. 
Many of these admissions were from the hospital personnel. The 
ceaseless drop of rain through the tall black pines; the life in the cold and 
damp pup tents; the mud, ankle deep and then knee deep. Mud on ones 
clothes, in the food, on the blankets. All this proved a bit more rugged 
than many a constitution could endure. Again the engineers came to the 
rescue and began erecting a building from prefabricated German barracks. 
By the middle of November Receiving, Registrar, X-ray, Surges and 
27 EVERYDAY LIFE IN LUXEMBURG MUD 
A Midnight Snack. 
Keeping Clean. 
A Little game of Blackjack. 
The railsplitter. part of the Ward section moved into 
these barracks. The personnel remained 
in their tents or lived in one of the 
niany log cabins that sprang up in the 
pine woods. 
These were hard and hateful days. 
More and more of the unit personnel 
were being admitted into the hospital. 
The days moved by so slowly. Another 
Thanksgiving arrived. “Now what's there 
to be thankful for?”, the men asked. 
“When a guy gets up in the morning 
with enough ambition to wash and shave 
in the icy ivater only to f ind the lister 
bag frozen and then have to build a fire 
to thaw it out. Or when a fellow tries to 
find his pup tent in the woods in total 
black-out and slips into a water filled foxhole and has to go to sleep dripping 
with mud.” “What's there to be thankful for,” complained a ward boy, “when 
the only time your feet are dry is when you stand up on the stove.” Thus the 
boys continued to gripe and beef as they ate their turkey and trimmings. 
And yet the morale of the unit remained surprisingly high. The men 
knew all too well how much they had to be thankful for; namely, not being 
among the doughboys who came into the hospital, their bodies mutilated 
by the terrible treeburst, the screaming meemies and 88s. They were 
niighty thankful for not being in the shoes of the men who came in with 
feet swollen like balloons after standing knee deep in water in their fox-holes 
and not removing their shoes for 2 and 3 weeks at a stretch. Yes, there 
Was plenty to be thankful for; above all for the life still in us (while so many 
Gls lay buried in the mud), and the hope that some day all this would be 
a distant memory, to be repeated every Thanksgiving day as the family 
gathers around the fire place. 
Towards the end of November “Bed-check Charlie” became a frequent 
visitor. But this time something new had been added. With him came 
the buzz bombs. One could sit in his pup tent and see these rockets rise 
and sputter through the sky. On certain days they kept coming over every 
20 or 30 minutes. And at such times in everyones heart there was a prayer 
that they shouldn’t stop sputtering. Many did come down only a few 
miles away. 
Lt. Col. Reid-Mission Completed. 
29 The ncver-to-be 
forgotten 
Luxemburg mud. 
1st Sgt. Southard and Daisy Mae. 
Lt. Mateljan. “THEY CAN’T COME THROUGH THOSE 
MOUNTAINS” 
About this time all the patients were evacuated. The personnel moved 
mto the German barracks and life became a bit more comfortable, too 
comfortable to last long. An advance party w7as dispatched to Caserne, 
ncar Aachen, to find a new hospital site. When they came back wdth a 
Negative report it was decided on December 16 to unload all supplies and 
equipment, and return the trucks borrowed for this anticipated move. 
Were we settling dowm for a long stay ? 
The Special Service Officer reassembled his chorus of Officers, Nurses 
and Enlisted Men and resumed practice of Christmas carols. 
“Guess we'll he stuck in this mud-hole till the spring”, all disputants 
admitted resignedly. “And its only December 16 now.” To which people 
ln the know7 added that we could afford to do so quite safety even though 
there were very few7 American troops in this sector. The Nazis couldn’t 
possibly attack through the impassible Ardennes that lay between iis. 
Medical and Surgical teams were organized and placed on detached service 
"dth the 44th and 67th Evacuation Hospitals at Malmedy, Belgium. Thus 
the little tent city, amidst the rolling hills and ghostly grandeur of the 
Ardennes forest, prepared to hibernate for the winter. 
At 2230 warning orders were received for movement. The trans- 
portation officer was sent to draw 30 trucks from First Army (to which 
the hospital was assigned October 22nd). Things began to happen fast. 
THE BATTLE OF THE ARDENNES IS ON! 
Throughout the day of December 16th one could hear the distant 
crump of shell fire, seemingly getting louder by the hour. “Sheer imagi- 
nation”, some said, but before long the lethargic atmosphere became charged 
'cith electric tension. Early the next morning the personnel was awakened 
by the 1st Sgt. Instead of his usual calm, gentle, gravel-like voice, he 
said very excitedly: “Get the hell out of bed, throw your cots on the trucks, 
grab some chow and be ready to move at a moment’s notice.” The shelling 
bad become very intense. The sky was lit up with the flash of artillery, 
search lights and Ack-Ack fire. 
Soon reports started coming in about street fighting in Clervaux, 
S'/j miles awTay. Stragglers w7ere now streaming in with the most horrible 
tales. Some had just escaped across the Our river after Jerry para- 
troopers in US uniform swooped down on their batteries. “’The Kraut is 
31 taking no prisoners'’, they replied to a question as to what happened to 
the rest of the battery. 
Now came the most unbearable hours of all; hours of waiting for trans- 
portation to arrive ; waiting while the shells were crashing all around, while 
the unit faced the imminent danger of being engulfed by the Nazi tide. 
At last, after 5 hours of waiting, the trucks arrived and the 107th departed 
at noon. Staying behind was a detail to take care of part of the equipment. 
Their stay was cut short when a lone tank rolled up and the tankman 
shouted from his turret, “This is positively the last GI vehicle. The 
Jerries are right on my tail. You fellows better clear out.” 
The convoy headed for Chateau Roumont, 2 miles southeast of Libin, 
Belgium. “At least we're moving somewhere,” commented one of the jokers, 
“even if it took the Jerries to pry us loose from the Luxemburg mud." 
The battle for the Ardennes was on. The 107th was to undergo its 
severest test. Never before or since was the going so tough. Somehow the 
107th always seemed to be in the very thick of things. That the leadership 
and each and every man and woman faced this supreme test and came 
through with flying colors is now history. 
CHATEAU ROUMONT 
Late that afternoon the 107th arrived at the palatial hunting lodge 
of the Chateau with its elaborate grounds,1 mirrored walls, gilded chandeliers 
and magnificent marble stairways. The poor litterbearers (and practically 
every able-bodied man gave a hand) who hauled the wounded up those 
4 flights would gladly have traded all this splendor for a second hand ele- 
vator. Day and night these men labored hauling the wounded to the wards 
and to the operating theatre set up in the rose and pearl gray banquet hall. 
The hospital began receiving patients at midnight. The building’s 
capacity was 250. Before long 450 wounded were crowded in and more 
kept coming all the time. 
Wounded were pouring in from all armies and all sectors of the front. 
The confusion was great. Commanding Officers came to the hospital 
looking for members of their units and enlisted men came looking for their 
COs. “What divisions is your hospital supporting”, a stray Major asked 
the Registrar. (Normally the hospital supported between two and four 
divisions) “Christ, looks like you’re supporting all the divisions of all the 
Armies of the United Nations,” he exclaimed as he looked over that day’s 
records of admissions. 
One platoon of the 42nd Field Hospital arrived at the hospital minus 
all their equipment. The other platoon had been surrounded at Wiltz. 
32 As ever more units were being overrun more stragglers were appearing in 
the 107th chow line. Reports kept coming of rampant Nazis appearing in 
groups on the highways surrounding the hospital, — ravaging and killing 
whoever came along. 
But the 107th personnel, working 24 hours a day without let up, was 
too busy to worry about all these reports. True all contact with army was 
severed and it was rumored that for ten days the hospital was listed as 
missing. Right now the 107th wasn’t concerned about these reports or 
about Army connections. Being the only Evacuation Hospital so far for- 
ward in the fighting zone, the sole concern of these dog-tired medics was 
to face their additional responsibilities in as calm and courageous a manner 
as did the doughboys on the line. 
The Commanding Officer seemed to be at all places at all times, but 
he particularly worked with the operating theatre where 388 operations 
Were performed in an 80 hour period. 
Although the number of operations does not seem spectacular, a review 
of the statistics reveals a much greater volume of serious operations 
Were performed than at any other period. There especially was a large 
number of abdominal, chest, maxillo-facial, brain and serious extremity 
cases. This is understandable when it is realized most of the casualties 
came directly from the Battalion Aid Stations, since the chain of medical 
evacuation was greatly disrupted. 
At times it almost seemed as if the unit would crack under the terrific 
strain hut the enormous pressure, fear and tension only welded the personnel 
together even more firmly, single in purpose and spirit. 
Men worked 12 hours at their usual assignment and then continued 
to work as litter-bearers for hours more. Officers carried litters. No one 
slept if they could help in some way. The mess personnel fed more than 
1500 people at each meal. The spirit was magnificant. 
News arrived that the 101st Airborne had been surrounded and that 
Bastogne had fallen. On December 21st, just when it appeared as if the 
hospital was beginning to emerge from this chaos, a message arrived that 
Nazi patrols were observed a few miles down the road heading for the 
hospital. It was no longer possible to ignore the fact that at any moment 
a bunch of Nazi paratroopers might walk in the front door. 
“Clear out in ten minutes,” came the order. “Everything, yes everything 
hut what you can carry on your hack must he left behind.” All patients that 
could be moved were speedily loaded on ambulances and trucks. Volunteers 
Were needed to care for those that could not be moved. On all sides hands 
Went up. “Do you realize what it means?” they were cautioned. Yes, they 
33 did and all hands went up again. No one was thinking of being a hero. 
Just doing ones duty. Of the 400 patients in the hospital 300 were evacuated 
further to the rear and the rest were carried in ambulances to the hospital’s 
next location. 
THE ST. JOSEPH’S SCHOOL AT CARLSBURG 
The caravan of assorted vehicles jolted to a halt at the St. Joseph’s 
School in Carlsburg, Belgium at noon of Dec 21. The hospital was at once 
opened to the patients awaiting admission from the clearing station as 
well as the hundred patients carried along in our convoy. The men were 
hungry and thirsty, but no one could drink his precious water; all canteens 
went to the patients. 
Escaping from Yon Rundstedt’s Clutches. Unloading Patients at Carlsburg, 
Belgium, after hasty withdrawal from Chateau Roumont. 
There was one consoling thought: at least they were away from mortal 
danger. Then came the cry for volunteers to go back into the lion’s den 
to salvage the rest of the equipment. Before long 50 men had boarded 
trucks and were heading back to the Chateau amid the flash of guns and 
the roar of the revitalized Luftwaffe. “Hell, that’s one subject they never 
taught us in basic”, the men kidded as their trucks dashed down the Nazi 
infested roads. Upon arrival at the Chateau the men witnessed the grim 
testimony of the timely get-away of the hospital. A German bomb had 
caved in part of the roof. 
34 L’Ecole He Textile, 
Hospital Site Sedan, 
France. 
Important target of Luftwaffe. 
Bridge across Meuse River, Sedan, France. 
AT SEDAN-THE GATEWAY TO FRANCE 
No sooner had all the patients been unloaded at Carlsburg and most 
°f the equipment assembled when the frightening news arrived that savage 
■Nazi paratroopers had broken through in this area and wrere killing and 
looting as they went along. This was the time of the Malmedy massacre. 
At noon of the 22nd of Dec. orders arrived to proceed at once to Sedan, 
that ancient fortress city of France. Arriving towards evening the men 
greeted with the news that the Germans were 20 miles away and 
35 advancing towards Sedan as the gateway to France and one of the most 
important communications centers. The men and women were too exhausted 
to worry any longer. 
The personnel was quartered at the College Turenne and the hospital 
was set up at the Textile School then occupied by the FFI. Before long 
patients started rolling in a steady stream. A block or so from the hospital 
was an important bridge spanning the Meuse Biver, and about 200 yards 
to the left of this bridge was the College Turenne. The Luftwaffe had orders 
to ‘get that bridge’, and came over nightly to bomb and strafe it and 
everything else along the way. A heavy concentration of Ack Ack would 
answer. As this grim nightly duel commenced our battlewise patients 
would dive under their beds. This situation was particularly hard on the 
men suffering from combat exhaustion, and there were many such among 
the 1200 patients that were brought into the hospital after the siege of 
Bastogne was lifted. 
Christmas came and went, hardly noticed by the men absorbed in 
the great drama of the Bulge. The only things that might be associated 
with Christmas were the jeep shows being put on in each ward, a fine 
turkey dinner and a brief session of Christmas carols. It was also the occasion 
of the transfer of the 107th back to the Third Army, with which it finished 
out the war. 
Christmas presents ? There was one which thrilled everyone as nothing 
else could have done. Clear skies for our air force! Those big clumsy C-47s 
flying supplies to the besieged men at Bastogne, those fleets of mighty 
bombers roaring over the Sedan skies to settle accounts for Malmedy; to 
us they seemed like avenging angels on an overdue mission of retribution. 
Even New Years Day might have slipped by unnoticed had it not 
been for the intervention of the Luftwaffe. On New Years night all off- 
duty personnel had crowded into the mess hall to see a Frankie Sinatra 
movie. It was bitterly cold outside and everyone tried to generate as 
much heat as possible. 
While the audience was watching a news-reel of the bombing of Helsinki, 
the bombing suddenly seemed too realistic. The projection machine crashed 
to the floor. Glass and shrapnel scattered all over the place. After a deafening 
crash came a series of smaller explosions. A Jerry bomber had dropped 
some 50 anti-personnel bombs. Everyone threw dignity to the winds and 
dove under the tables. Before anyone dared to rise ‘Bed-check Charlie’ was 
back. This time one could hear the sputtering of his machine guns as they 
cut a path across the mess hall windows and poured a hail of bullets into 
the crowded hall. Despite the fear in the hearts of those men and women, 
36 outwardly everyone was calm and collected. In the operating theater the 
surgeons, technicians and nurses remained at their stations and continued 
to work. It was truly a miracle that so few casualties resulted, since only 
one man was seriously wounded and five slightly wounded. 
THE 107TH S TOUGHEST MONTH 
That Von Rundstedt’s all or nothing gamble was lost became quite 
clear toward the middle of January. The Bulge had now been compressed 
to a small area and was fast disappearing. The days of the “Road Back” 
"Were over. Once again the doughboys were swinging into the offensive. 
And this time they had many a score to settle. 
But defensive or offensive, a heavy stream of casualties continued to 
pour in. And when on the 15th of January the hospital closed its doors 
at Sedan, it had completed the busiest month in its history. It had cared 
for 2700 patients. 
It was also the 107th’s most exciting and exacting month of operation. 
A month of great hardships gallantly endured; of heroic deeds performed in 
a modest and unassuming manner. The conduct of this group of American 
men and women was not only a tribute to them as individuals and as an 
organization hut reflected, great credit on the Medical Service-of the U. S. Army. 
At this time speculation was rife among officers and enlisted men 
about the possibilities of a unit citation for the excellent work it had 
performed during the trying days just ended. Especially so since the 107th 
Was among the few medical units that even when the danger of being 
over-run by the enemy was imminent, was able to move patients, personnel 
and equipment without outside assistance and continue to function. But 
here fate was to play one of its nasty tricks. 
WE RESUME THE OFFENSIVE 
The Battle of the Bulge, despite the temporary advance of the enemy, 
resulted in the destruction of two of their panzer armies, the best they 
had. Much of the armor which survived our aerial blows was rushed east- 
ward to meet the most devastating of all Russian offensives. Our armies 
now resumed their advance and it was time for the 107th to move up with 
the advance. The first forward move in 3 months was completed Jan 21st 
when the hospital arrived at Hachy, Belgium and set up in St. Joseph’s 
College, formerly used by the Nazis as a headquarters. 
The building was in a deplorable condition. Much work and time 
Was put in cleaning it up. But polishing rusty iron won’t make it shine 
37 like stainless steel, nor will mopping the floor straighten out the warped 
boards. Thus the unsuitable housing as well as a certain let-down after 
a ten weeks period of intense strain made the afternoon of Feb 22nd an 
ideal time for an Army inspection. An inspection did take place and by 
no less a person than the Third Army Surgeon. The informal greeting of 
a ward-man didn't help matters, “Hi ya Colonel, What can I do for you?” 
As a result, the unit did not receive what it considered was due credit for 
its previous outstanding accomplishments. 
Compared to the previous phase, the stay at Hachy might be considered 
a breathing spell. During this period the organization took stock of the 
First Presentation of Bronze Star Medals, Hachy, Belgium. 
past. It noted those individuals whose performance was outstanding during 
those crucial days. Bronze Stars were awarded to a number of officers and 
enlisted men. 
Nevertheless the influx of patients was considerable. So much so that 
a number of ward tents had to be pitched in the court yard to accommodate 
the overflow. There was a particularly large number of patients suffering 
from trench foot and frost-bite. This was one of the after-effects of the 
rugged life of the doughboys, fighting in mud and sleet and snow to halt 
and then reverse Von Rundstedt’s steam roller. Thus 2300 patients passed 
through the hospital at Hachy. 
Busy days were nothing new to the 107th and while accommodating 
the considerable flow of sick and wounded the organization was able to 
resume some of the luxuries of military service, such as passes. Many 
went to the large nearby town of Arlon in search of souvenirs, champagne 
and other things... A feeling of great optimism now developed as the radio 
38 continued booming news of smashing victories on the eastern and western 
fronts. Yes, the allied armies were again on the march and Jerry didn’t 
seem to have enough left to stop them. 
ON GERMANY’S DOORSTEP — DIEKIRCH 
The entire front from Holland to Swizerland was now moving forward 
and the 1st of March found the 107th also joining the advance. The hospital 
moved into the once charming city of Diekirch and set up in the Luxem- 
burg State School, the only building in town to escape serious damage. 
The unit was now supporting the XIII Corps which was blasting its way 
through the Siegfried Line and pushing on towards the Mossele Triangle. 
The Last Stop Before Germany. Luxemburg State School, Diekirch, Luxemburg. 
39 It was at Diekirch that Major Rex Trusler, MAC joined the organization, 
soon to be appointed its Executive Officer and destined to play a principle 
part in directing the unit’s affairs. 
It was here that “lucky” Noah Gome’s name was pulled out of a hat. 
He was to go home on a 30 day furlough. No greater joy could be given 
to any GI than to set his feet on U.S. soil. 
And finally it was at Diekirch that EVAC EVENTS, the popular 
unit weekly publication was launched by the officers and enlisted men, 
which so truly reflected the trials and tribulation, the joys and sorrows 
of the 107th family. 
In its very first issue, Professor Thibeau of the Luxemburg State 
School, who was of such great help in readying the building for the hospital, 
gave genuine expression to the gratitude felt by the liberated people towards 
the Americans. He wrote: “The town is bleeding from a thousand wounds 
hut with the help of God and our friends we shall construct a new and peaceful 
Diekirch. It’s good to breathe and to work in a free house, battered and broken 
though it may be.” 
After ministering to 1500 doughboys at this station the hospital received 
orders to move into “Fortress Germany.” 
ON GERMAN SOIL — AT LAST 
The middle of march was the period of lightning advances. Within 
four days Third Army units advanced 55 miles to where the Rhine and 
Mossele Rivers meet at Coblenz. Numerous large pockets of Germans 
were left behind. As the 107th convoy left Diekirch and at long last moved 
Passing the Siegfried Line with its dragon teeth and numerous strongpoints. 
40 on to German soil it was met by a staggering scene of devastation. Vianden 
was the first town after crossing the border. It was still smouldering with 
a smell of death. A few gutted walls and heaps of rubble was all that 
remained of a once thriving town. It was the same story in Bit burg, Kyll- 
burg and other towns passed along the way. White flags in the form of 
towels, table cloths and negligees fluttered from the few remaining Gast- 
houses, farms and church towers. 
After driving past this havoc and the Siegfried Line with it dragon 
teeth and numerous strong points, it felt good to be again out in the country- 
side green with early spring. “This country reminds me of the Berkshires 
in Connecticut’, said Jake, “These people have a nice country, then why in 
God’s name don’t they stay there.” The convoy passed a railroad station. 
Just one wTall remained standing. On it were splashed in big red letters 
such slogans as “Wheels must roll for victory.” “Victory or Siberia.” The 
sign that brought the biggest laugh was, “We shall never surrender”, because 
just at that time a convoy of trucks rolled by packed with a few hundred 
PWs. These were just a small droplet of the millions of Krauts who were 
paying no heed to the “Never Surrender” signs. 
MAYEN — FIRST COMBAT STATION IN GERMANY 
On the 16th of March the convoy halted in front of an orphanage 
outside of Mayen, 15 miles west of Coblenz on the Rhine. Upon arrival the 
hospital was faced with a serious dilemma. According to the non-frat rules 
GIs and civilians were not to occupy the same building. As our convoy 
pulled up in front of the orphanage the whole group of pathetic looking 
kids faced the convoy. They looked like any other motherless kids. How 
can we throw them out ? They were finally moved to nearby temporary 
quarters but were allowed to retain the use of their chapel, bakery and 
other essential rooms. 
Pockets of Germans were still holding out a short distance to the 
northwest and south of the hospital site. The crack of rifle and machine 
gun fire, the wham of sniper bullets kept up for some time. Every morning 
exactly 9AM bombers would come over and drop their loads at the foot 
of the mountain where a large pocket was holding out. The earth quivered 
for miles around and the area would be blackened with geysers of smoke. 
The pocket to the southwest was 15 square miles in size and it took the 
89th Div about a week to clean it up. 
At first the casualties were low. Great masses of Germans 
had been pinned against the Rhine and cut to pieces. Little effective 
resistance was encountered. Rut how high a price will we have to pay for 
41 the crossing of the Rhine ? That was 
now the big question. Surely it would 
be at least as costly as the Roer cros- 
sing, many argued. When at Remagen 
a railroad bridge was found intact 
and crossed, the entire picture was 
changed. Many people drew the 
wrong conclusion from this windfall 
and decided that all German resi- 
stance could henceforth be discoun- 
ted. When the 5th Infantry Div, 
without artillery or aerial prepara- 
tion, attempted a surprise crossing 
of the Rhine below Coblenz it was 
the GIs who were surprised. Three 
successive bridges were constructed 
under fire and blown up by Jerry 
artillery or floating mines. Casualties 
were painfully high and the hospital 
was quite busy. 
Life at Mayen was not without its diversions. A beautiful stream with 
plenty of trout was discovered near the orphanage. And the resultant fish 
Arriving at Orphanage, Mayen, Ger- 
many. Orphans stare as 107th moves in. 
First Hospital Site on German soil, Mayen 
42 stories were of a unique character. Many of the 107th fishermen insist to 
this very day that the fish they caught had swastikas painted on their bellies. 
At its first combat station in Germany the 107th received 2200 patients 
and supported such famous divisions as the 4th, and 11th Armored, the 
“Yankee” or 26th Infantry and the 28th Infantry. 
During the last week in Mayen an impressive formation was held at 
which Certificates of Merit were awarded to the 31 men who during the 
Ardennes Offensive volunteered to stay behind and care for patients when 
the hospital was in imminent danger of being over-run. Also three nurses 
received Bronze Star medals for meritorious service against an enemy of 
the United States. 
A STOP-OVER AT KASSEL 
This was no time for long stop-overs. The front was moving with 
breathtaking speed. ‘Blood and Guts’ had by now perfected the technique 
of shifting large forces in a rapid change of direction, leaving the enemy 
completely bewildered. After rea- 
ching Kassel in a lightning northern 
thrust the Third Army spearheads 
turned and lunged forward in a sou- 
therly direction. The 107th was or- 
dered to proceed to Kassel and bivouc 
until it could be determined from the 
fluid condition of the front where 
medical support was most needed. 
Early in April the 107th started 
its 180 mile jump to Kassel. The 
Rhine was crossed over what the engi- 
neers called the biggest tactical pon- 
toon bridge in the world. As the trucks 
began to cross, GIs could be seen sitting 
in the field scanning the water with 
field glasses for floating mines. On 
April 8th the bulk of the hospital per- 
sonnel and equipment had assembled 
at Kassel occupying the Nazi Flight 
Training School building. The move 
had been made with our own trucks 
and took four trips to complete. Orders 
Uneasy moment while Crossing the 
Rhine. Trailer dips into river. 
43 were to sit tight and wait. This situation gave the imagination free reign 
in anticipating the next move. Some had it on reliable authority that the 
unit was headed straight for Berlin. Others thought our destination was 
the Elbe for a junction with the Russians. Others still, smarting under 
the non-fraternization restrictions, indulged in the fond hope that it might 
be Czechoslovakia. 
There wasn’t a hospital to care for, so everyone (except the mess and 
motor pool sections) had a chance to relax, and relax they did with the 
help of wine “liberated” from a winery in Kassel. Also tours to Kassel 
wrere conducted and a chance was had to inspect the terrific bomb damage 
at close hand. All returned with a healthier respect for allied air power. 
LIBERATED AMERICANS AT LANGENSALZA 
All latrine rumors were laid low when orders arrived to proceed some 
45 miles to the southeast and set up at Thamsbruck, near Langensalza. 
The hospital was situated on the historic battleground where Prussia defeat- 
ed Hanover and established her dominance over Germany with such 
fatal consequences for the entire world. 
The main highway ran adjacent to the hospital and one could look 
out and see remnants of the Reichswehr trudging down the highway, singly 
or in pairs, some carrying white flags of surrender. Usually the doughboys 
were too busy to pay any attention to them. 
At this station, battle casualties were slight. This didnt prevent the 
107th from spending some extremely busy days. Its main occupation was 
with the vast numbers of released allied prisoners of war. Rapidly advancing 
US forces overran one prison camp after another. Most of the liberated 
prisoners were suffering from malnutrition and numerous connected ailments 
such as dysentery, cellulitis, and jaundice. They had to be deloused and 
then issued a com plete new set of clothing. The hospital personnel had 
met the victims of Nazism of many nationalities. It was a common sight 
to see the French, Russians and Poles come in filthy, ragged and emaciated, 
but to sec your own people reduced to the state where they were mere human 
shadows; to sec Americans come in covered with lice, and hobbling along 
like old men; to meet some of the 28th Div men we had known four months 
earlier at Clervaux, their weight now reduced by a third, talking in whispers 
with the manner of a beaten dog; these things tore at your heart. They made 
you mad and just ripped to shreds the last bit of sympathy for the Germans. 
44 The stories they told were hair raising. Accounts of GIs too weak to 
walk or work being clubbed to death. Stories about men suffering from 
trench foot and frostbite being forced by their captors to march hundreds 
of miles until the blood started coming through their shoes. To fall out 
of the march meant a roadside execution by the guards. 
BUCHENWALD-WHERE “YOU COME IN AT THE 
GATE AND LEAVE THROUGH THE CHIMNEY”. 
The stories these men related were but a mild foretaste of the unbelie- 
vable horrors the 107th personnel was to see a few days later when visiting 
the extermination factory at Buchenwald. Stories of Nazi frightfullness 
had been heard many times before, and were received with great skepticism. 
But there was no doubt left when officers and enlisted men saw with their 
own eyes the torture racks, the death cellar beneath the crematorium where 
men were clubbed into unconsciousness and cast into the flames. 51,000 
human beings were reported to have died or been killed at Buchenwald. 
The shocking sight of piles of corpses stacked on carts like cordwmod, left 
no doubt the reports were true. Many bodies showed the black and purple 
marks of torture preceding death. 
Even more gruesome than the piles of tortured dead were those living 
skeletons with just a spark of life left, but with the certainty of death in 
a few days. One can never forget the sight of these pitiful human shadows 
or their accounts of how the SS guards would torment them by greeting 
all arrivals with, “Welcome to Buchenwald, the place where you come in at the 
gate and leave through the chimney”. 
MOVING IN FOR THE KILL 
But the armies of Vengeance were sweeping forward and closing in 
on the mountain hide-out of Hitler, the evil genius of the most fiendish 
gang of criminals in all history. 
On April 22 orders were received to move up in support of Patton’s 
drive on Hitler’s redoubt. After a short stop-over at Weiden, where 
there was boating, fishing and swimming in the Naab Kiver which ran 
through the bivouac area, the 107th was ordered to proceed to Regensburg. 
Rumors were flying thick and fast about the Nazis having thrown in 
the towel. But we were soon set straight when on the 28th the Luftwaffe 
strafed the road beside the bivouac area. 
45 On the Banks of 
the Naab River, 
Weiden, Germany. 
REGENSBURG — THE LAST COMBAT STATION 
At Regensburg the hospital was set up along the banks of the Regan 
River, a branch of the Danube. Rain caused the river to rise and there 
was some apprehension lest the hospital be washed out, but the river soon 
receded. The patients and hospital personnel took advantage of the ideal 
weather to swim, fish and boat and Regensburg will long be remembered 
because of this as one of the most pleasant locations in 107th history. 
The end of the war now seemed close at hand, but how close ? All 
calculations depended on whether the Nazis would be able to assemble a 
half million of their more fanatical followers into the large mountainous 
area of southeastern Germany and battle on to the death. With increased 
resistance at Passau, gateway to Rerchtesgaden, some feared that the 
National Redoubt might be more than a myth. Taking no chances the 
allied command dispatched three armies, including the Third. Spear- 
heading the Pattonmen’s drive was the 11th Armored followed by the 
65th and 71st Inf. These troops made three crossings of the Danube at 
Regensburg and drove into the redoubt. 
The 107th was now supporting the armies moving in for the kill. Many 
of the casualties came from the fighting around Passau. Rut there was 
also a varied assortment: victims of jeep accidents, GIs who shot themselves 
while fooling around with German weapons and German civilians getting 
shot up by their own mines. 
In all, the hospital handled 1900 patients at its last combat station. 
46 The story of Regensburg would be incomplete without mention of 
such major events as marriages which brought into our lonely lives, if only 
for a brief moment, the tenderness and joy of family life. 
Nor should one overlook such an occasion as when Daisy Mae became 
a mother of five bouncing pups. Daisy had been with the outfit since Brest. 
So was Mike, the Headquarters dog and Calvados, adopted by Supply. 
Stormy arguments as to the paternity of this litter settled absolutely nothing, 
but resulted only in a truce to wait for signs of family resemblance as the 
pups grow up. 
PEACE COMES TO REGENSBURG 
The long awaited, desperately hoped for news of Y-E Day reached the 
107th towards evening. The reaction was rather surprising. Some dismissed 
it as just another rumor. Others said, “So what? The only news that would 
get me excited is the one about me hitting the deck for home”. And a patient 
commented, “So long as we still have to go to the CBI and clean up the Japs 
TWO DOWN 
ONE TO GO 
Surgery 
Laboratory, Pharmacy 
and Penicillin team. 
47 the war is still on so far as I am concerned”. If Y-E day turned out to be 
a day of sober thought rather than of exultation, there was nevertheless a 
great feeling of relief. At last the shooting and killing had stopped. 
As it grew dark rifle fire was heard across the Regan. Before long 
the sound of machine gun and mortar fire could be heard. Tracer bullets 
were racing across the sky. “Was ist los ?” A general uprising by the were- 
wolves ? Oh no, just some of the triggerhappy GIs along the Danube deciding 
that with the war over they might as well get rid of their surplus ammo 
and celebrate V-E Day at the same time. The situation wTas soon brought 
under control when a message was received from Gen. Patton’s head- 
quarters, located in Regensburg, to the affect that, “Theold man is having 
a fit. Check all firearms. This nonsense has got to stop.” Thus we ushered 
in VE Day. 
SWEATING IT OUT IN WURZBURG 
What now ? Army of Occupation ? CBI ? or Home ? Col. Daine no 
doubt hit the spot when on the occasion of the second anniversary of the 
107th he wrote in EVAC EVENTS, “The period thatwe are now beginning 
is going to be one of the roughest. . . calling for great patience and forbea- 
rance”. But he promised that, “Everything possible will be done to keep 
you comfortable and happy”. 
During the last week of May the 107th was ordered to proceed to Wurz- 
burg and begin to operate under Station Hospital conditions. 
Arriving at Wurzburg the 107th personnel found the most comfortable 
home of its two years existence. It occupied a 1000 bed modern German 
military hospital, one of the few remaining structures of an otherwise 
pulverized and burned out town. It is frightening to contemplate that 
such a thorough destruction as experienced by Wurzburg was accomplished 
by the RAF in 18 minutes. Gauleiter Helmut, when called upon by the 
allied command to declare Wurzburg an open city, replied that the allies 
would never dare bomb a town in whose university Winston Churchill 
had studied. He got his answer soon enough. 
At first it seemed as if one would get lost in the vastness of this 1300 
room institution, but soon a homier feeling developed, no doubt helped 
along with the painting of the huge eagle and swastika dominating the 
front entrance. Even many Germans smiled at the Red, White and Blue 
adornment. Other Germans didn’t like it. Everything was done to make 
life comfortable, as Col Daine had promised. The men even became familiar 
with the lost art of eating from chinaware to the accompaniment of a DP 
48 Italian orchestra. Everyone pitched in to help beautify their new home 
and before many “beautification days” the lovely lawn and garden looked 
like green velvet. 
Points began to be counted and recounted. Men with scores above 85 
found the army was really going to send them home, and at intervals one or 
two high pointers left for that “promised land”. 
Softball became the hub of a highly exciting sports program, with 
games being played at Southard Field (named in honor of the popular 1st Sgt 
who was among the first to go home on points). Not only did a large section 
of the male personnel participate but even the nurses decided to come out 
of the cheering section and take a slug at that ball. Many a German civilian, 
passing Southard Field during an exciting contest, would stop and look 
on in astonishment, as those crazy Americans would yell their fool heads off. 
Then came volley ball, ping pong, swimming and other sports, all these 
activities culminating in a memorable Track and Field meet. 
As for those too lazy to participate in any of the sports (and there were 
such) they could just seat themslves on one of the many sun-porches, and 
between gulps of good Wurzburg bran, proceed with calculations of the 
exact day and hour the boat would arrive to take them home. 
A unit educational program was launched, with classes in foreign 
languages, science and the arts. A surprising number of officers, nurses 
and enlisted men began to take piano lessons or attend performances by 
talented German artists. Some of the nurses and enlisted men were lucky 
enough to be sent to civilian universities. 
Clubs began to spring up. It all started with the officers club. Before 
long the NCOs and Pvts organized even more elaborately decorated and 
furnished club rooms, while the Bed Cross Kecreation Hall for patients 
was one of the finest of its kind. These clubs with their bars and programs 
of entertainment soon became the center of social life. 
THE OLD GANG IS BREAKING UP 
Despite all of this, it was a period of great restlessness; perhaps the most 
painful period in the history of the 107th. Desperately anxious as everyone 
was to get home yet one couldn’t hear those words, “The 107th is breaking up” 
without a sinking feeling. 
By the middle of June word was received that the 107th was classified 
in Category IV. Categories and points. This became the main topic of all 
conversation. When the news was first received many gave it the hopeful 
interpretation that we would all go home as a unit, but the sad realization 
49 “SWEATING IT OUT” IN WURZBURG, GERMANY 
Maricnburg Fortress 
Softball game, Southard Field. 
an 
I & E Class. 
The Red Cross in Action. 
soon began to dawn that while the number ‘107’ (with a new crew of 85 
pointers )would go home, the old gang (averaging 64 points) would be 
distributed among many other units. 
Now began days of waiting; waiting forthe axe to fall. Days of farewell 
parties to the high pointers going home. Strangely enough the sorrow of 
50 “SWEATING IT OUT” IN WURZBURG, GERMANY 
Officers ami nurses 
on sun-porch. 
Playing croquet. 
Guzzling boor. 
“Pinky” tolling the umpire 
where to got off. being torn away from the bosom of the “good old 107th” seemed to outweigh 
the joy of going home. Two years of eating, working and enduring together; 
of sharing the joys of new found friendship and the weariness and hazards of 
army life, had welded a strong bond. More and more groups and individuals 
left and with every departure it was like tearing off another limb from a 
living, breathing organism. 
The first week of August saw deep gashes in the body of the 107th. 
Groups of 20 and 30 at a time were being torn away. Yes, what everyone 
feared had become a reality. The old gang wras breaking up. 
Farewell Party at M O Club. 
When at this time the news of V-J Day burst upon the world the 107th 
was as full of patients as on V-E Day. Only this time it was operating 
without the help of a fourth of its experienced personnel. Anxiety about 
the CBI was gone, but many uncertainties still remained. The good US 
soil seemed so far, far away. And then there was still the army of occupation 
and the many perplexing problems of logistics, categories and points to 
worry about. 
No one knows what fate has in store for the individuals that comprise 
this family, or what new faces will come into the unit. One thing is certain: the 
memories of the 107th will live forever. Those wild New England youngsters 
in the blistering Florida sun-, those dreary, depressing days of the Luxemburg 
mud-, the terrible days of the Bulge when men and women grimly stuck to their 
job come hell or high water-, and finally the period of “sweating it out” in Wurz- 
burg. All these are memories that will live in tales to our children and grand 
children for the remainder of our lives. 
52 AWARDS 
The Following Decorations and Citations Have Been Awarded 
To the Officers, Nurses and Enlisted Men of the 
107th Evacuation Hospital 
PURPLE HEART 
Capt. John J. McCallig 
S/Sgt Richard L. Burks 
T/4 Henry F. Danielli 
T/5 Newell De Gray 
T/5 Donald Sylvia 
Pvt Albert T. Mazurek 
BRONZE STAR MEDAL 
Lt. Col. Kenneth D. Grace 
Lt. Col. Howard S. Reid 
Major Sydney Ellis 
Major David C. Hazard 
Major Janies C. Whildin 
CWO Milo D. Ward 
1st Sgt. Kenneth S. Lundine 
T/Sgt Joseph L. Buffo 
T/Sgt Devere S. Keech 
S/Sgt George C. Aronis 
S/Sgt Joseph M. Nader 
S/Sgt Owen C. Reukauf 
Capt. Elizabeth H. Hay 
1st Lt. Alta M. Berger 
1st Lt. Margaret L. Mother 
1st Lt. Augusta L. Payne 
1st Lt. Mary C. Stein 
1st Lt. Helen R. Wilkie 
T/3 Clarence E. J. Arp 
T/3 Thomas H. Kennedy 
T/3 Rocco S. Vigna 
ARROW HEADS (Normandy Beach Landings) 
Capt. Irving Ariel 
Capt. Abram B. Daniel 
Capt. John L. McCallig 
T/3 John E. Bassett 
T/4 George S. Tavares. 
53 CERTIFICATES OF MERIT 
1st Sgt 
Edward A. Southard 
T/Sgt 
Irving Bashevkin 
E. J. Cross 
Reuben C. Gessele 
S/Sgt 
George C. Aronis 
Richard L. Burks 
Forrest F. Constance 
Joseph C. Gallagher 
George P. Perchtolt 
Norbert H. Perry 
T/3 
Reynold R. Alflen 
Edward E. Babineau 
John F. Bassett 
Carl Chadwick 
Robert E. Stanton 
James H. Surles 
Rocco S. Vigna 
Sgt 
Carlos C. Bewley 
James E. Hallas 
Erwin E. Hart 
Joseph M. Leal 
George W. Long 
Walter G. McEvoy 
Earl W. Ross 
T/4 
Adelard F. Belanger 
Alec J. Bielawski 
Armand E. Bolding 
Ovid A. Bouley 
Oscar H. Boyson 
Morris Brenner 
John A. Brie re Jr. 
Myron A. Carle 
Russell L. Champlin 
Walter C. Dear 
Earl C. Holmes 
Robert J. Hosley 
Robert T. Hoyt 
Herbert Hyde 
Arthur F. Jaqua 
Robert E. Knightly 
Giles T. Laughrea 
Isadore Lev 
Abraham Lifschin 
Albert T. Mastroianni 
Rene E. Mayer 
Traymore Peterson 
John A. Shankin 
Richard A. Smith 
George S. Tavares 
Albert L. Vanasse 
Lowell F. Vosloh 
Allen S. Walker 
€pl 
Manuel Araujo 
Norman L. Bailey 
Alexander A. Cwalinski 
Robert E. Galipeau 
Francis G. Laliberte 
Hidon Myre 
Charles E. Sawyer 
T/5 
Max Almendrez 
Charles A. Bisol 
Otis M. Bond 
Harold W. Bonneville 
Michael Botelbo 
Alan G. Bradford 
Paul T. Byrne 
Glen L. Carr 
54 Martin Chancey 
Herbert C. Christenson 
Albert Cipolla 
Paul Cohen 
Everett Correira 
Norman E. Cote 
R. J. Cote 
Richard W. Dankert 
William R. Ford 
Robert W. Frisbie 
Alfred F. Hains 
Edward J. Haor 
Edward T. Krisak 
Laurenio P. Loureiro 
Angelo Mango 
Louis J. G. Maraux 
Leon Martin 
John J. McCarthy 
Frederick J. McHugh 
John G. McIntyre 
Stanley N. McLaughlin 
Eugene Medeiros 
Paul J. O’Rourke 
Antonio J. Paglia 
John J. Palaske 
Edward H. Phippard 
Lawrence Pollock 
Walter R. Rosendale 
Carmelo Saladino 
Earl F. Schafer 
Stephen S. Sroka 
Donald Sylvia 
Donald F. Taylor 
George J. Veres 
Donald A. Walker 
William T. Walters. 
Pfc 
James Barbas 
Chester P. Bogden 
Vincent J. Bruno 
Robert G. Cummings 
Edward J. Dzidzic 
Earl T. Donahue 
Francis L. Donnelan 
Anthony Festa 
Andrew Georgantas 
Noah Gomes 
Robert G. Hall 
Oliver B. Joyce 
Casmir W. Koczera 
Melvin J. Lieberman 
Gilbert S. Lopes 
Edward J. Lowney 
Lawson Morrow 
John Napolitano 
Francis A. Nardone 
Victor J. Nunes 
Edward J. O’Mara 
George E. Pettingill 
Arthur R. Peirce 
Richard G. Robinson 
Clarence H. Rogers 
Verner R. Swanson 
Randall Taylor 
Antone M. Varao 
Joseph M. Varao 
Manuel E. Viera Jr 
Pvt 
Robert F. Jordan 
55 THE FELLOWS YOU WORKED WITH 
SECTION PHOTOS 
REGISTRAR, 
RECEIVING 
& EVACUATION 
SURGERY 
MESS 
HEADQUARTERS 
& MEDICAL SUPPLY THE FELLOWS YOU WORKED WITH 
WARD 
MOTOR POOL 
LABORATORY, 
X-RAY & PHARMACY 
DETACHMENT A DAY TO REMEMBER 
20 May 1943 The 107 th Evacuation Hospital (SM) was designated 
under Army Ground Forces Letter, file 321/113 (Med) 
(R) GNCCT, dated 28 March 1943. The organization was 
activated by Second United States Army Letter A-246, 
dated 6 May 1943 under T 0 & 8—581,8 Jan 1943. Acti- 
vization took place at Camp Blanding, Florida on 20 May 
1943 with Lt Col Henry W. Daine commanding. 
11 June 1943 Arrival of 182 filler replacements from Fort Devens, Mass. 
20 Sept 1943 Hospital Unit moved to Camp Gordon, Georgia. 
30 Oct 1943 Alerted for Participation in Second Army Maneuvers 
No. 8 and 9. 
9 Nov 1943 Departed from Camp Gordon, Georgia. 
11 Nov 1943 Arrived Shelbyville, Tennessee. 
14 Nov 1943 First Assignment of 20 nurses arrived. 
18 Nov 1943 Unit moves into maneuver area. 
18 Nov 1943 to 7 Jan 1944: Tennessee Winter Maneuvers at following 
locations. 
19 Nov 1943 Castillian Springs. 
3 Dec 1943 Baxter-. 
10 Dec 1943 Murfreesboro. 
16 Dec 1943 Shelbyville-Unit winterizes. 
22 Dec 1943 Cooksville-Hospital Set-Up with one Echelon. 
2 Jan 1944 Unit Alerted for overseas movement. 
19 Jan 1944 Unit moved to Camp Tyson, Tenn. Staging Area. 
18 Feb 1944 Unit Arrived at Camp Kilmer, New Jersey. 
27 Feb 1944 Sailed from New York Harbor on Navy Transport “Susan 
B. Anthony.” 
9 Mar 1944 Arrived Port of Belfast, North Ireland. 
11 May 1944 Unit moved from Belfast, North Ireland to Denbigh, 
North Wales on Army Transport, Goethals. 
7 July 1944 Unit moved to marshalling area at Southampton, England. 
11 July 1944 Crossed English Channel on British Transport SS Victoria. 
12 July 1944 Arrived Omaha Beach, Normandy and bivouacked in 
Transient Area No 3 near St Laurent Sur Mer, France. 
13 July 1944 Personnel divided into four groups for detached service 
with 2nd, 5th, 24th and 44th Evacuation Hospitals. 
16 July 1944 Personnel reassembled and hospital set up at Le Defant, near 
St Sauveur le Vicomte. 1st Combat Station. 
2 Aug 1944 Unit Moved to Brehal, France. 
58 10 Aug 1944 Hospital moved across Brittany Peninsula to Ploudaniel. 
11 Aug 1944 Opened Hospital at Ploudaniel, supporting the “Siege 
of Brest”. 
13 Sept 1944 Hospital Opened at Port Launey, France, at the Base 
of Crozan Peninsula. 
27 Sept 1944 Began long move across France, Belgium and Luxemburg. 
First Bivouac in vicinity of Rennes, France. 
29 Sept 1944 Bivouac in vicinity of Chartres, France. 
30 Sept 1944 Bivouac near Suippes, France. 
1 Oct 1944 Hospital opened at Clervaux, 12 miles Northwest of Bastogne, 
Belgium 
27 Nov 1944 Closed for admission of jDatients. Dispensary service 
continues. 
16 Dec 1944 Warning orders for movement to undisclosed destination. 
17 Dec 1944 “Battle of the Bulge” is on. Hospital moved to Chateau 
Roumont, Libin, Belgium. First time hospital operated 
in buildings. 
21 Dec 1944 Hospital receives emergency orders to evacuate. Moved 
to St Joseph’s School, Carlsburg, Belgium. 
22 Dec 1944 Ordered to move immediately to Sedan, France. Personnel 
billeted at College Turenne and hospital at L’Ecole de la 
Textile du Nord. 
1 Jan 1945 Bombed and strafed by enemy bomber at College -Turenne. 
21 Jan 1945 Moved to St Joseph’s School, Hachy, Belgium. 
1 Mar 1945 Hospital Moved to Diekirch, Luxemburg. 
16 Mar 1945 First move on German soil, Opened Hospital in German 
orphanage at Mayen. 
7 Apr 1945 Crossed the Rhine River. 
8 Apr 1945 Stop-over at Kassel. Bivouacked at German Flight Training 
School. 
13 Apr 1945 Arrived in Thamsbruck, Germany-Back in tents. 
26 Apr 1945 Bivouacked outside Weiden, Germany. 
30 Apr 1945 Opened hospital outside Regensburg on banks of Regan 
River. 
21 May 1945 Wurzburg, Germany. Hospital occupies building of former 
German Military Hospital and begins functioning as 
Station Hospital. 
10 July 1945 Unit assigned Categoy IV for Redeployment. 
59 WHEN IT IS ALL OVER — YOU WILL FIND US HERE: 
DIRECTORY OF NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF OFFICERS, 
NURSES AND ENLISTED MEN OF THE 
107th EVACUATION HOSPITAL (SM) 
Name 
OFFICERS 
Address 
Colonel 
•Daine, Henry W 710 W Broadway, Winona, Minn. 
Lt Col 
Grace, Kenneth D La Grange, Georgia. 
»Reid, Howard S 124 S Main St. Cohasset, Mass. 
•Russell, Alexander B Winder, Ga. 
Major 
• Ellis, Sydney 217 Princeton St., East Boston, Mass. 
—Hayman, Charles R 54 Walworth Ave, Scardale, N. Y. 
•Hazard 1725 Dakota St., Lincoln, Neb. 
•Taylor, Edward S 1250 Harvard Ave., Claremont, Calif. 
-Thibodeau, Arthur A 28 Bay View Road, Wellesley, Mass. 
Trusler, Rex 1809 N 5th St., Abilene, Tex. 
Unger, Max 125 Highland Ave., Middletown, N. Y. 
-Whildin, James 252 EPatterson, St., Lansford, Pa. 
Captain 
Ackerman, Milton 3220 Lakeshore Drive, Chicago, 111. 
Altman, Irving H 320 Eastern Parkway, Brooklyn, N. Y. 
•Baker, Nelson B 50 Webster, St., Malden, Mass. 
%Cain, Elisha J Wetumpka, Alabama. 
• Charest, Leandre R 402 Wilson St., Manchester, N. H. 
•Daniel, Abram B Statesboro, Ga. 
De Mere, Flurry M 316 Keel St., Memphis, Tenn. 
Denny, Forrest L R R No. 1, Madison, Indiana. 
• Eckenhoff, James E Virginiana Farm, Rt No. 4, Paris, Kentucky 
•Gaines, Frank M. Jr 900 Highland Ave., Carollton, Kentucky 
Herbst, Harold B 16195 Woodingham Dr., Detroit, Mich. 
.Hoyt, Lucius W 
Me Calling, John J 8508 Southwest 23 rd Ave., Portland, Ore. 
Mihalich, Joseph J 427 Orange Ave., Johnstown, Pa. 
Mocko, Paul W 342 Clinton Place, Newark, N. J. 
Murray, William M 309 Main St., Smithport, Pa. 
Pollock, Theodore 472 Clifton Ave., Clifton, N. J. 
. Ravits, Harold G 918 Osceola Ave., St. Paul, Minn. 
. Terone, Henry M 1734 W 34th. St., Chicago, 111. 
Vandow, Jules E 600 Albany Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
Williams, Thomas F 3900 W St., NW. Washington, DC. 
Zmigrodski, Theodore F. ... 643 Johnstone St., Perth Amboy, N.J. 
60 1st Lt 
Maxson, Paul A 243 Cypress Ave., Pasadena, Calif. 
Parrish, Calvin N Graymont, Ga. 
Reed, Morton H. Jr 36 Alexander Ave., White Plains, N. Y. 
•Woodhouse, Prentice C 3065 West 159 th St., Cleveland, Ohio. 
Chief Warrant Officer 
Ward, Milo D 1490 Westwood Ave., SW Atlanta, Ga. 
Name 
Address 
NURSES 
Capt 
Hay, Elizabeth H 18 Wellington St., Lawrence, Mass. 
1st Lt 
Berger, Alta M 237 E Walnut Stre., Kutstown, Pa. 
Brown, Anna E. W 2503 Parkside Ave., Hatboro, Pa. 
Chomyak, Helen House No. 18, Aluminum City, Terrace, New Ken- 
sington, Pa. 
Cooke, Janice M 109 N Artizan St., Williamsport, Md. 
Corey, Gladys E Algood, Tenn. 
Dougherty, Marth S Stewardsville, N. J. 
Dunn, Isabelle 1014 Locust St., Pittsburgh Pa. 
George, Ruth L Riegelsville, Pa. 
Hanna, Ida M. 814 Jefferson Ave., Huntington, W Va. 
Harbach, Flora B Livonia, Pa. 
Kolinka, Balbina 4449 E Thompson St., Philadelphia, Pa. 
Larrick, Pauline H RED No. 3, Winchester, Va. 
MeEvoy, Viola H Box 54, Hinton, W Va. 
McPhail, Ruth E 1900 E St., NW. Washington, DC. 
Milano, Madeline R 1205 Beaver Ave., Pittburgh, Pa. 
Mohler, Margaret L 549 Verge St., Clifton Forge, Va. 
Payne, Augusta L 1614 Center Str., Ashland, Pa. 
Peterson, Marion L Leon, N. Y. 
Presnell, Cleo L Blackstone, Va. 
Puryear, Ruth M. ...... 200 Westminster Ave., Hanover, Pa. 
Pylvainen, Irene 1 301 Church Str., Kearsage, Mich. 
Scharr, Alice D 3648 46th Ave., Minneapolis, Minn. 
Schreadley, Marion J 411 Maclay St., Harrisburg, Pa. 
Sehug, Thelma L 1246 West Huntingdon, Philadelphia, Pa. 
Selkamaa, Ingrid 701 S Oldham St., Baltimore, Md. 
Smith, Mary E Rt No. 1, Red Lion, Pa. 
Smith, Rachel F 5752 Ellsworth Ave., Pittsburgh, Pa. 
Snider, Lilia S 1949 So 7 th Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio. 
Stein, Mary C 2702 Hamilton Ave., Baltimore, Md. 
Swain, Alice J Rd. No. 1, Fenelton, Pa. 
Wilkie, Helen R 612 Chester Ave., Eastport, Md. 
Williams, Mary Jean 117—33rd St., Newport News, Va. 
Wright, Margaret M 2754 Motor Ave., Los Angeles, Calif. 
61 2nd Lt. 
Boll, Gertrude 417 North 14th St., Phenix, Arizona. 
Burbank, Doris M 120 High St., Lowell, Mass. 
Holub, Mildred A 
Lynch, Marion Foster General Hospital, Jackson, Miss. 
Osness, Louise G 
Regaler, Marie ........ 
Buhl, Myrtle RFD No. 1, Millmont, Pa. 
Russell, Louise Toms Brook, Va. 
Splatt, Janet H 
Stephanie, Mabel R 412 Coolidge Ponca City, Oklahoma 
ENLISTED MEN 
M/Sgt 
Smith, Wilmer K 1009 Maple St. Inglewood, California 
1st Sgt 
Southard, Edward A (54 Chestnut St. Quincy, Massachusetts 
T/Sgts 
Buffo, Joseph F Box No. 101 Louisville, Colorado 
Gessele, Reuben C Route No. 3 Caldw;ell, Idaho 
•Keech, Devere S Box 63 Lasalle, Minnesota 
Lundine, Kenneth S RFD No. 2 Chanute, Kansas 
S/Sgts 
Aronis, George C 506 Durfee Street, Fall River, Mass. 
Bashevkin, Irving. (XMI) ... 33 Hudson St. North Adams, Mass. 
Burks, Richard L 405 East 14th Street Ada, Oklahoma 
Constance, Forrest F Cape Vincent, New York 
Cross, Eli J South Main Street, Penobscot, Maine 
Nader, Joseph M 1839 Brainard St. Detroid, Michigan 
Perchtolt, George P 17 Turn Verein Ave. Adams, Mass. 
Perry, Norbert H 431 Considine Ave Cincinnati, Ohio 
Reukauf, Owen C 24 Stephenson St. West Seneca, N. Y. 
T/B 
Arp, Clarence E. J RFD No. 3 So. Omaha, Nebraska 
Babineau, Edward E 50 Durfee St. New Bedford, Mass. 
Bassett, John F 1102 Brook Road Milton, Massachusetts 
Chaladwick, Carl L RFD No. 3 Box 121 North Ogden, Utah 
Kennedy, Thomas H 603 County Street New Bedford, Mass. 
Stanton, Robert E 12 Herold St. Pittsfield, Massachusetts 
Surles, James H 43 So. Boulevard Orangeburg. S.C. 
Sgts 
Cunningham, William E. ... Bisbee, Arizona 
Gallacher, Joseph C 31 Hollingsworth St. Mattapan, Mass. 
Hart, Erwin E Birch Hill Rd Blandford, Massachusetts 
Long, George W General Delivery Mortons Gap, Ky. 
Bewley, Carles C R No. 4 Glasgow, Ky. 
Name 
Address 
62 T/4 
Alflen, Reynold R 415 Cadwell Ave NW. Grand Rapids, Mich. 
-Belanger, Adelard F 287 No. Front St. New Bedford, Mass. 
Bolding, Armand E 1503 West 16th St Bedford, Indiana 
Bouley, Ovid A 64 Crane Ave Dalton, Mass. 
Boyson, Oscar H 61 Boston St Somerville, Mass. 
Brenner, Morris (NMI) .... 793 S. Poplar Ave. Kankakee, Illionis 
Briere, John A. Jr 89 Johnson St. Springfield, Mass. 
Carle, Jr. Myron A 15 So. Thomas St. Kingston, Pa. 
Champlin, Russell L West Parish Filters, Westfield, Mass. 
Danielli, Henry F 243 Mill Street New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Dear, Walter C 209 Lincoln Street Worcester, Massachusetts 
Hosley, Robert J 270 Burley Road Rochester, New York 
Hoyt, Robert T 2 Woodlawn Ave. Wellesley Hills, Massachusetts- 
Jaqua, Arthur F 56 Hayward Road, Hamden, Connecticut 
Knightly, Robert E Main Street, Russell, Massachusetts 
Laughrea, Jr. Giles A 23 Otis Street, Watertown, Massachusetts 
Leal, Joseph M 89 Beetle Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Lev, Isadore F 120 Clifford Street, Bridgeport. Connecticut 
Lifschin, Abraham 235 Vernon Ave. Brooklyn, New York 
Peterson, Tray more T Fairhaven, Massachusetts 147 Main Street 
Ross, Earl W 5 Sout St. Worcester, Massachusetts 
Shankin, John A 3006 Hanley St. Hamtramck, Michigan 
Smith, Richard A 50 Nesmith Street, Lawrence, Massachusetts 
Tavares, George S 21 Ashley St. So. Dartmouth, Massachusetts 
Vanasse, Albert L 159 Durfee St. New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Vigna, Rocco S 64 W. Main Street, North Adams, Massachusetts- 
Vosloh, Lowell F 118 North Washington St. Bloomfield, Indiana 
Walker, Allen S 1072 Main Street Holyoke, Massachusetts 
CpIs 
Araujo, Manuel Ill Eugenia St. New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Bielawski, Alec J Hillside Road So. Deerfield, Massachusetts 
Bailey, Norman E 616 Grant Street Traverse City, Michigan 
Cornwell, Donald E 118 Sanborn Street Battle Creek, Michigan 
Cwalinski, Alexander A. ... 23 Winter Street, Adams, Massachusetts 
Galipeau, Robert E 63 Central Ave. North Adams, Massachusetts 
Hallas, James E 24 Foundry Street, Keen, New Hampshire 
Laliberte, Francis G 169 Hamilton Street, Worcester, Massachusetts 
Myre, Hulon Box 211 Josephine, Texas 
Sawyer, Charles E 5 Leonard Avenue Westfield, Massachusetts 
T/6 
Almendrez, Max 1619 Elysian St. Houston, Texas 
Anderson, Archie P Chinook, Montana 
Bisol, Charles A 79 Nichols Street, Leominster, Massachusetts 
Bogden, Chester P 12 Bristol Street, Westfield, Massachusetts 
Bond, Otis M RFD No. 1 Fries, Virginia 
Name 
Address 
ea Bonneville, Harold W 446 Bernardston Road, Greenfield, Massachusetts 
Boone, Rogers J Jackson, North Carolina 
Botelho, Michael 495 South 1st Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Bradford, Alan G Center Road, Shirley, Massachusetts 
Breen, Maurice J 1813 Woodbine Street, Ridgewood, New York 
Byrne, Paul T Route No. 1 Box 144 Frostburg, Maryland 
Carr, Glen L 2101 W. Myrtle St. Independence, Kansas 
Chancey, Martin (NMI) .... 1201 Clifton Street, Washington P>. C. 
Christenson, Herbert C 5 Heardsleigh Street, Worcester, Massachusetts 
Cipolla, Albert (NMI) 27 Sears Ave. Providence, Rhode Island 
Cohen, Paul 5 Story Court, Brooklyn, N. Y. 
Cormick, Mathew J Chamberland Road, Chelmsford, Massachusetts 
Correira, Everett 194 Richard Street, So. Dartmouth, Mass. 
Cote, Normand E 176 AshlandyStreet, North Adams, Mass. 
Cote, Roland J Broadway Street, Graniteville, Mass. 
Courville, Victor L 322 Grafton St. Worcester, Massachusetts 
% Danckert, Richard W 370 Pecks Rd. Pittsfield, Massachusetts 
Fields, Lawrence E Westfield, Maine 
Ford, William R 54 Cottage Street Lynn, Massachusetts 
Frisbie, Robert W 47 Pleasant Street, Westfield, Massachusetts 
Haines, Alfred F 39 Pine Street, Portland, Maine 
Hoar, Edward J 15 Garden Street, Milton, Massachusetts 
•Hyde, Herbert A 533 Cross Street, Malden, Massachusetts 
Krisak, Edward T 40 Cross Street, Westfield, Massachusetts 
Loureiro, Laurenio P 143 Reynolds Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
—'Mango, Angelo (NMI) .... 348 Elm Street, Westfield, Massachusetts 
•Martin, Leon General Delivery, Claremore, Oklahoma 
Mastroianni, Albert T 47 Hill Street, West Springfield, Mass. 
•Mayer, Rene E 331 Ward Street, Woonsocket, Rhode Island 
McCarthy, John J 43 Tonawanda St. Dorchester, Massachusetts 
• McHugh, Frederick J 8 Foster Street, Woburn, Massachusetts 
McIntyre, John G 503 Hampshire Street, Lawrence, Massachusetts 
McLaughlin, Stanley N. ... 146 Water Street, Skowhegan, Maine 
Medeiros, Eugene 138 Tinkham Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
•Moraux, Louis J. G 116 Irvington Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
O’Rourke, Paul J 32 Buckman, Street, Woburn, Massachusetts 
Paglia, Antonio J 260 Rantoul Street, Beverly, Massachusetts 
Palaske, John J Route No. 4 Box 192, Bridgeport, Conn. 
Phippard, Edward H 130 Pearl Street, Keene, New Hampshire 
Pollock, Lawrence (NMI) . . . 1556 Hoe Ave. Bronx, New York 
Roman, Martin J. Jr 564 Wheeling St. Toledo, Ohio 
Rosendale, Jr. Walter R. . . . 231 Meadow St. Willimansett, Massachusetts 
Saladino, Carmelo 513 Washington Avenue, Chelsea, Massachusetts 
• Schafer, Earl F 157 Brown Street, Pittsfield, Massachusetts 
Sroka, Stephen A 106 Carnation St. Pawtucket, Rhode Island 
Sylvia, Donald 1455 Pleasant St. New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Taylor, Donald F 34 Shepard St. Westfield, Massachusetts 
Veres, George J 26 Smith Ave. Kearsarge, Michigan 
Name 
Address 
64 Walker, Donald A 60 Elm St. Greenfield, Massachusetts 
Walters, William T 3212 Chestnut St. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 
Whalen, Kenneth E 64 Newton Street, Greenfield, Massachusetts 
PR 
Akzamet, Josef P 30 Granville Road, Westfield, Massachusetts 
Barbas, James 26 Rock Street, Woburn, Massachusetts 
Bruno, Vincent J 32 Longhill Street, Springfield, Massachusetts 
Champa, John L 26 Wilson Street, Randolph, Massachusetts 
Calder, John H Chebeague Island, Maine 
Collins, Neal M 32 Ashwood, Street, Worcester, Massachusetts 
Cummings, Robert G 2729 No. Main Street 
Deptula, Chester D 225 Cedar Lane, Closter, New Jersey 
Donahue, Earl T. L 617 Summer Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Donnellan, Francis L 5 Henderson Ave-Worcester, Mass. 
Dziedzic, Edward J 18 School St. Pequabuck, Conn. 
Esposito, Noah A 2393 Hughs Ave. Bronx, New York 
Ferreira, William A 57 Beetle Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Festa, Anthony J 157 Bennington Street, Boston, Massachusetts 
Francoeur, Raymond F 173 Robeson Street, Fall River, Massachusetts 
Fregeau, Jr. Marc A 25 Crystal Ave. Springfield, Massachusetts 
Georgantas, Andrew 18 Belviders Garden, Westfield, Massachusetts 
Gomes, Noah 120 Mill Road, Mattapoisett, Massachusetts 
Hall, Robert G 426 29th Street, Oakland, California 
Hancock, Oplis A Sunny brook, Kentucky 
Howart, Frank 74 Penniman Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Joyce, Oliver B 196 Lincoln Street, Worcester, Massachusetts 
Koczera, Casmir W 208 Cedar Grove St. New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Krepps, Charles R 1303 Mifflin Street, Huntingdon, Pennsylvania 
Lassner, Nathan 815 No. Soto Street, Los Angles, California 
Lieberman, Melvin J 241 Main Street, Woburn, Massachusetts 
Leroux, Valmore A Dean Street, Barrowsville, Massachusetts 
Lipovsky, John W 516 Notre Dame Ave, Dayton, Ohio 
Locher, Louis (NMI) 422 Cleveland Street, Cleveland Ohio 
Lopes, Gilbert S 55 Potomska Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Marier, Lucien J 25 Prospect Street, Webster, Massachusetts 
Massitis, Peter P 2 St. Paul Street, Westfield, Massachusetts 
Mattos, Virginio 143 Collette Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Mello, Arthur W 488 South Street, Bridgewater, Massachusetts 
Messick, Francis E 21 Monroe Street, Westfield, Massachusetts 
Moody, Edward H 318th Central Street, Lowell, Massachusetts 
Morrow, Lawson Route No. 1 Del Rio, Tennessee 
Mulberry, Richard D 1724 East Empire St. Spokane, Washington 
Nardone, Francis A 44 Evans Street, Dorchester, Massachusetts 
Narusevich, Joseph G 301st East Street, New Britain, Connecticut 
Nelson, Arthur W. Jr 588 Locust Street, Fall River, Massachusetts 
Niles, Paul L 83 Chace Road, No. Dartmouth, Massachusetts 
Nunes, Victor J 15 Washburn Street, Dorchester, Massachusetts 
Name 
Address 
65 O’Mara, Edward J 550th East 8th St. So. Boston, Massachusetts 
Pettengill, George E 6 Springdale Avenue Westfield, Massachusetts 
Peirce, Arthur R 71 Lindsey Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Pingitori, Raffale F 10 Fox Street, Worcester, Massachusetts 
Pinksa, Edward A 342d Wis. Street, Chicago, Illinois 
Pope, John E 115 Pointe Road, Marion, Massachusetts 
Puleo, Charles M 246 North Street, Boston, Massachusetts 
Robbins, James A 8 Summit Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Robertson, Richard G 38 Carlisle Street, Chelmsford, Massachusetts 
Rogers, Clarence H 307 Bullocks Point Ave. Riverside, Rhode Island 
Rose, Leonard (NMI) 439 Purchase Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Rosenhaft, Samuel 3116 Westmont Street, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 
Rozavsky, Abraham 29 Prospect Street, Lynn, Massachusetts 
Schneider, Philip J Kent, Connecticut 
Shimchook, George H 71st Oxford St., Lawrence, Massachusetts 
Stiles, Travis RFD No. 5, Russellville, Alabama 
Swanson, Yerner R 319 Osgood Avenue, New Britain, Connecticut 
Taylor, Randall 1266 Pitkin Avenue, Akron, Ohio 
Teixeira, Mario 61 Deana Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Yarao, Antone M 6 Park Street, South Dartmouth, Massachusetts 
Varao, Joseph M 6 Park Street, South Dartmouth, Massachusetts 
Viera, Jr. Manuel E 377 South Second St. New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Wainer, Irving 7 Middleton Street, Dorchester, Massachusetts 
Weaver, Glenn H Route No. 5, Waynesburg, Pennsylvania 
Wyzga, Michael W 50 East Street, Pawtucket, Rhode Island 
Zeromski, Anthony R 708 Roosevelt Ave. Pawtucket, Rhode Island 
V 
Pvts 
Anania, Phillip R 2438 Canton Ave. Detroit, Michigan 
Burke, Timothy C 13 Belvidere PI. Lynn, Massachusetts 
Clark, Roy E 63 Toronita Aveneu, Pittsfield, Massachusetts 
Florio, Fiorello S 150—26 115th Street, Ozone Park, New York 
Frazier, Raymond 499 Lindsey Street, Fall River, Massachusetts 
Hofmann, Dennis A 229 1st Street, Crosby, Minnessota 
Jordan, Robert F 44 E Clinton Street, Springfield, Massachusetts 
Koczera, Casimir J 300 Cedar Grove Street, New Bedford, Massachusetts 
Martz, George R 3008 North 1st Street, Shelbyville, Illinois 
Napolitano, John 140 Almy Street, Providence, Rhode Island 
Rice, Herbert S 30 Danforth Street, Framingham, Massachusetts 
Olinski, Bartholeum C 8 Frederick Street, Westfield, Massachusetts 
Skerski, Stanley C Grand Trunk Ry No. 4, Detroit, Michigan 
Stacy, Arnold F 2528 N. Burdick Street, Kalamazoo, Michigan 
Name 
Address 
66 AUTOGRAPHS 
67 AUTOGRAPHS