December 17, 2012

VI Corps Combat Engineers


The 6th Corps has a nice web site on the Combat Engineers. The 34th Division sometimes were close to the 6th Corps.





After the two German divisions came thru the Faid Pass in the eastern Dorsal (a  range of small mountains) and overran the 168 RCT. along with the platoon of 109th Engr. (C. Company] they went  on through Kasserine Pass which went through the Western dorsal which the 19th Eng. (Corps) had been rushed into. I don't think a Regiment (2 or 3 Bn) of Engineers slowed the Germans much!   They turned north and would have been behind us if they hadn't been stopped or were running out of gas.  

After the African campaign we played the 19th RGT. a game of baseball and got thoroughly trounced. I think the Corp Eng.  came along and put in all weather bypasses around blown bridges and maintained the roads back to the port of Naples in Italy. I know our 109th companies couldn't have built the  double triiple Bailey bridge that I saw over the Volturno river when I went over on my one pass to Naples.   

Clif Hullinger



November 30, 2012

Mount Pantano

                      C.R.A.M.P     
                               The Committee For The Recognition of U.S. Actions on Mount Pantano
                          
 
 
The Committee would like to remind all our friends that today,
 November 29th 2011 
is the 69th Anniversary of the Battle of Mount Pantano

On this day in 1943 The Red Bulls of the 168th Infantry Regiment began their climb to secure the summit of Mount Pantano.

Please remember those who fought and died 
in our thoughts and in our prayers...

The Committee for the Recognition of US Actions on Mount Pantano    

mountpantano@gmail.com

 
Mount Pantano 1943

The Red Bull in the Winter Line by Donna Neary

 

May 29, 2012

Captured Flag






Captured Nazi Flag



My name is John Fulbright Jr.  My dad, John Fulbright, served with the 109th Combat Engineers in the 34th Division of the 5th Army with your father, Cliff.  I was searching the web for info on the 109th and came across the website you or your dad had set up.  The site really has a lot of great information and, upon discovering it yesterday, I passed a link to it on to my dad.  He plans to spend some time in the coming days checking it out.  Thanks to you and your dad for posting the information for others to see and enjoy.

I am particularly interested in one of the photos that has been posted, the one of the 109th Combat Engineers with the captured Nazi flag. I believe my dad is in the photo on the right holding the flag.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

John Fulbright






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Hi John:  This is Clif (aka Hoot) Hullinger.   I knew your dad well.  I think we were both involved in that last winter south of Bologna in the mountains.  Then when we broke through, the 34th made a loop to the northwest through Modena (in the news now with an  earthquake) and on to Piacenza to intercept any Germans that had been bypassed in the breakout.  Wasn't he captured for a few days there and was taken over the Po river where they were released when the  German unit was trapped?  

Anyway, we looped back to Balogna and another loop over the Po and west again to near Milan where the German 34th div surrendered to the the US 34th Div.  My name came up for rotation then and I left the 109th  and started my adventure in "flying"  back to the States after over 3 years overseas.  

That picture of the swastika might have been taken after I left.  I have no recollection of it at all. and I am sure I would have remembered it if I had been there.

Pass this on to John Sr.  We did have some interesting times togather.  I have been going back to 109th Bn reunions over the years but we finally called quits this year.  Only 3 men made it.  

Clif Hullinger







April 23, 2012

SICILY-ROME AMERICAN CEMETERY AND MEMORIAL


The World War II Sicily-Rome American Cemetery and Memorial site in Italy covers 77 acres, rising in a gentle slope from a broad pool with an island and cenotaph flanked by groups of Italian cypress trees. Beyond the pool is the immense field of headstones of 7,861 of American military war dead, arranged in gentle arcs on broad green lawns beneath rows of Roman pines. The majority of these men died in the liberation of Sicily (July 10 to August 17, 1943); in the landings in the Salerno Area (September 9, 1943) and the heavy fighting northward; in the landings at Anzio Beach and expansion of the beachhead (January 22, 1944 to May 1944); and in air and naval support in the regions. 

A wide central mall leads to the memorial, rich in works of art and architecture, expressing America's remembrance of the dead. It consists of a chapel to the south, a peristyle, and a map room to the north. On the white marble walls of the chapel are engraved the names of 3,095 of the missing. Rosettes mark the names of those since recovered and identified. The map room contains a bronze relief map and four fresco maps depicting the military operations in Sicily and Italy. At each end of the memorial are ornamental Italian gardens. 

The cemetery is open daily to the public from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., except December 25 and January 1. It is open on host country holidays. When the cemetery is open to the public, a staff member is on duty in the visitor building to answer questions and escort relatives to grave and memorial sites. 

Photos

Sicily-Rome American Cemetery
Cemetery overview
Memorial garden
Detail from Memorial façade
Memorial building
Brothers at Arms' statue
Detail from cemetery entrance gate
Grave plots
Memorial map room
Medal of Honor recipient
The North Garden

How to Get There

Map Coordinates: N41.464606° E12.6619936° 

Sicily-Rome American Cemetery lies at the north edge of the town of Nettuno, Italy, which is immediately east of Anzio, and 38 miles south of Rome. The cemetery can be reached by car from Rome along the Via Cristoforo Colombo, which runs into Via Pontina (highway 148). 

Drive south approximately 37 miles and exit at Campoverde/Nettuno onto the SP 87 b. Turn right to Nettuno, continuing five and a half miles to the cemetery. There is hourly train service from Rome to Nettuno, where taxicabs are available. 

For those wishing to walk to the cemetery from the train station, it is approximately a 10 minute walk. Exit the station to the right and follow the sidewalk to the first traffic light. Turn right at the traffic light onto Via Santa Maria and continue straight for approximately 700 meters to the cemetery. Proceed through two roundabouts to the cemetery entrance on the left. There are numerous hotels in Anzio and Nettuno. 





Taps

Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.


Fading light, dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From afar, drawing nigh, falls the night.


Thanks and praise, for our days,
'Neath the sun, 'neath the stars, neath the sky;
As we go, this we know, God is nigh.


Sun has set, shadows come,
Time has fled, Scouts must go to their beds
Always true to the promise that they made.


While the light fades from sight,
And the stars gleaming rays softly send,
To thy hands we our souls, Lord, commend.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wn_iz8z2AGw



  This video presents a brief narrated tour of Sicily-Rome American Cemetery's landscaped grounds, architecture, and works of art.

Sicily-Rome.wmv - windows media video ( 13 MB )





Memorial Day in Florence
Annual ceremony at American Military Cemetery on May 28, 2102

The United States Consulate in Florence invites the public to participate in the annual Memorial Day Ceremony at the Florence American Military Cemetery on Monday, May 28 at 11am.
 
Located approximately 7.5 miles south of Florence, on via Cassia (Falciani, Impruneta), the Florence American Military Cemetery extends over 70 acres and contains 4,402 headstones of United States military personnel who died in Italy.


The majority of those buried died between Rome and the Alps, during the fighting that occurred after the capture of Rome in June 1944 and in the Apennine mountains shortly before the war officially ended.
 
For more information on the cemetery and how to reach it, see http://1.usa.gov/eqBiu.
 
Thought some of you might like to know.


Marie Stazzone


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Thanks for sharing, Marie.


Marie is an American living in Italy.


Craig Hullinger









April 18, 2012

Company B Photos




1st Sergeant Francis "Buster" Nelson


1st Lieutenant Ken Young - Won the Silver Star








April 11, 2012

Joe and Willie WWII Cartoons - Bill Maudlin


Bill Maudlin published numerous great cartoons staring World War II Soldiers. 


Willie, Joe and Bill in WWII

Get out your history books and open them to the chapter on World War II. Today's lesson will cover a little known but very important hero of whom very little was ever really known. Here is another important piece of lost US history, which is a true example of our American Spirit. 

Makes ya proud to put this stamp on your envelopes... 


Bill Mauldin stamp honors grunt's hero. The post office gets a lot of criticism. Always has, always will. And with the renewed push to get rid of Saturday mail delivery, expect complaints to intensify.
But the United States Postal Service deserves a standing ovation for something that happened last month: Bill Mauldin got his own postage stamp.

Mauldin died at age 81 in the early days of 2003. The end of his life had been rugged. He had been scalded in a bathtub, which led to terrible injuries and infections; Alzheimer's disease was inflicting its cruelties. Unable to care for himself after the scalding, he became a resident of a California nursing home, his health and spirits in rapid decline




He was not forgotten, though. Mauldin, and his work, meant so much to the millions of Americans who fought in World War II, and to those who had waited for them to come home. He was a kid cartoonist for Stars and Stripes, the military newspaper; Mauldin's drawings of his muddy, exhausted, whisker-stubble infantrymen Willie and Joe were the voice of truth about what it was like on the front lines.

Mauldin was an enlisted man just like the soldiers he drew for; his gripes were their gripes, his laughs their laughs, his heartaches their heartaches. He was one of them. They loved him.



He never held back. Sometimes, when his cartoons cut too close for comfort, superior officers tried to tone him down. In one memorable incident, he enraged Gen. George S. Patton, who informed Mauldin he wanted the pointed cartoons celebrating the fighting men, lampooning the high-ranking officers to stop. Now!


"I'm beginning to feel like a fugitive from the' law of averages." 

The news passed from soldier to soldier. How was Sgt. Bill Mauldin going to stand up to Gen. Patton? It seemed impossible.


Not quite. Mauldin, it turned out, had an ardent fan: Five-star Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower, supreme commander of the Allied forces in Europe .. Ike put out the word: Mauldin draws what Mauldin wants. Mauldin won. Patton lost.

If, in your line of work, you've ever considered yourself a young hotshot, or if you've ever known anyone who has felt that way about him or herself, the story of Mauldin's young manhood will humble you. Here is what, by the time he was 23 years old, Mauldin accomplished:
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"By the way, wot wuz them changes you wuz
Gonna make when you took over last month, sir?" 
He won the Pulitzer Prize, was featured on the cover of Time magazine. His book "Up Front" was the No. 1 best-seller in the United States .


All of that at 23. Yet, when he returned to civilian life and grew older, he never lost that boyish Mauldin grin, never outgrew his excitement about doing his job, never big-shotted or high-hatted the people with whom he worked every day.

I was lucky enough to be one of them. Mauldin roamed the hallways of theChicago Sun-Times in the late 1960s and early 1970s with no more officiousness or air of haughtiness than if he was a copyboy. That impish look on his face remained.

He had achieved so much. He won a second Pulitzer Prize, and he should have won a third for what may be the single greatest editorial cartoon in the history of the craft: his deadline rendering, on the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated, of the statue at the Lincoln Memorial slumped in grief, its head cradled in its hands. But he never acted as if he was better than the people he met. He was still Mauldin, the enlisted man.


During the late summer of 2002, as Mauldin lay in that California nursing home, some of the old World War II infantry guys caught wind of it. They didn't want Mauldin to go out that way. They thought he should know he was still their hero.

"This is the' town my pappy told me about." 
Gordon Dillow, a columnist for the Orange County Register, put out the call in Southern California for people in the area to send their best wishes to Mauldin. I joined Dillow in the effort, helping to spread the appeal nationally, so Bill would not feel so alone. Soon, more than 10,000 cards and letters had arrived at Mauldin's bedside.

Better than that, old soldiers began to show up just to sit with Mauldin, to let him know that they were there for him, as he, so long ago, had been there for them. So many volunteered to visit Bill that there was a waiting list. Here is how Todd DePastino, in the first paragraph of his wonderful biography of Mauldin, described it:

"Almost every day in the summer and fall of 2002 they came to ParkSuperior nursing home in Newport Beach, California, to honor Army Sergeant, Technician Third Grade, Bill Mauldin. They came bearing relics of their youth: medals, insignia, photographs, and carefully folded newspaper clippings. Some wore old garrison caps. Others arrived resplendent in uniforms over a half century old. Almost all of them wept as they filed down the corridor like pilgrims fulfilling some long-neglected obligation."


One of the veterans explained to me why it was so important: "You would have to be part of a combat infantry unit to appreciate what moments of relief Bill gave us. You had to be reading a soaking wet Stars and Stripes in a water-filled foxhole and then see one of his cartoons."

"Th' hell this ain't th' most important hole in the world. I'm in it." Mauldin is buried in Arlington National Cemetery. Last month, the kid cartoonist made it onto a first-class postage stamp. It's an honor that most generals and admirals never receive.

What Mauldin would have loved most, I believe, is the sight of the two guys who keep him company on that stamp. Take a look at it.
There's Willie. There's Joe.
 And there, to the side, drawing them and smiling that shy, quietly observant smile, is Mauldin himself. With his buddies, right where he belongs. Forever. 



What a story, and a fitting tribute to a man and to a time that few of us can still remember. But I say to you youngsters, you must most seriously learn of and remember with respect the sufferings and sacrifices of your fathers, grand fathers and great grandfathers in times you cannot ever imagine today with all you have. But the only reason you are free to have it all is because of them. 
I thought you would all enjoy reading and seeing this bit of American history!




Click below for more cartoons.


http://www.awon.org/willie/willie2.html