
One of the Adam’s boys and Bill Hahn.

Cleaning the guns.

Nothing but sand everywhere.

Armorers at work. Note telephone line laying on the
ground in the foreground.

Workbenches do double duty.

This tent was dug-in making it quite livable. “Our
home.”

The hole Eddie and I dug to put our tent over. It was
a swell house while it lasted.
I slept in the little cubby hole. This is what it looked
like when we left it.

Early on we used Doc Loughran’s medical truck
for moving to new locations.

Lt. W.J. “Bill” Randall, (KIA) Dr. Fred
J. Loughran, and Lt. Dudley W. Ritchie Jr. (KIA) tent
mates with Eddie Silks and me.

Eddie and Lt. Jim Morris.