My company didn't move on foot, we were always mounted in the three-quarter-ton trucks pulling the guns. Except in the Apennines we couldn't get the trucks up the roads, they were too narrow. So we took the guns apart and mounted them on a string of mules. It was dark and this is how I remember it. You put your own personal crap on top of it, too, and you got on and you tried to see the mule in front... |
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