[Continued from previous page] morning and as it later developed, a quiet afternoon. After all it is Sunday. The B.E. and I were discussing the unusual quiet, wondering what it could mean as far as we were concerned. We had this little problem settled for us very abruptly. We picked ourselves off the floor, shook the plaster and debris from our clothing, shook hands in token of our survival and then just shook. I don’t know what size projectile that was (says the Lt.). I don’t know where the next one will hit (says I).
We gathered the men together, headed for the cellar and spent our next two hours getting religion, German Style. About 1700 they eased up and we eased out at 1800. We were operating at normal and no casualties.
A lot of heavy artillery moved in late this evening. Maybe they’ll give Jerry something else to think about. It took us some time to board up windows etc. Making us work on Sunday might get us angry. It is nice to be able to work though. I studied our situation maps for a while tonight, helped bring them up to date. Then hit the sack about 2100.
Monday, 22 January 1945 Berbourg, [Luxembourg]
Had a very restful night, arose at 0600 and celebrated my birthday by eating a piece of my birthday cake before daylight. The cake was sent from home by Mary.1 See Footnote 63, above.Timed just right and arrived undamaged. Neither platoon has had much action, according to their reports. The house next door to us was blown up this morning. We are missing a few more windows.