The Command is Forward

The so-called lull in October 1944 in Lorraine was anything but that. It was Hell for the

infantrymen of the 101st Regiment, and we did not know that Hell could be so cold. We lived

like animals in our holes in the ground in the mud, cold, wet, and rain under artillery

barrages and sniper fire. Men were killed every day. Then came the Third Army offensive of

November 8. It was Hell all over again, but there was no lull. We were still covered with

mud and we were wet, cold, hungry, and miserable. After attacking one day, we had to get out

of our holes and do it all over again the next morning against an enemy that contested every

few yards of ground. And we did this for the nexr five weeks in the same conditions in the

fortifications of the Maginot Line until the brief respite in Metz.