[continued from previous page] because of the rain, which has kept up all day, we finally arrived on Hitler’s Super Highway. I must give the old boy credit. It is a well constructed highway in a state of excellent repair. It is serving our purpose as well as it ever served Hitler’s. Our trucks, hauling supply and personnel at some points travel 6 abreast. I have never seen such a wonderful opportunity for the Luftwaffe before but they are still saving their planes. One might receive the impression that they had none.
We observed at least 10,000 Jerry P.W’s on our journey and it seemed that for each P.W, there was a German vehicle turned into a pile of twisted metal. Evidently things had been going all our way because none of the vehicles belonged to us. The amount of damage inflicted on the Jerries is almost unbelievable. What a quantity they must have had at the outbreak of the war. We passed through valleys that authors could write books about. They were speckled with cattle and carpeted with grass. The villages, which one usually sees, from a distance, appear as paintings because of their unusual coloring. A closer inspection usually proves a little disappointing but even so they are interesting. They are unlike our villages in the states in many ways, yet they convey the impression of friendliness and neighborliness. It is an odd feeling to spring from the homes of our enemies. We followed this Super Highway for many miles and marveled that we had taken it undamaged. There are several huge bridges, which if blown, would have made our supply line a great deal longer and vastly more difficult. When we eventually left this road, we hit a dirt road which seemed [continued on next page]