| General note | "Chronicles the author's father, Flavius Senior years as a cook in the army in the early 1940s and his marriage to Myrtle during the war. Flavius writes in referring to the loss of many of his buddies at Salerno and during the War: 'There is no word that can describe the feeling, maybe humbleness, respect, honor, despair, revere, defeat, lowly, empty, helpless, nausea, weak, wretched, animosity or even malice might help you to understand. Marvin E. Jones who we called 'Genie' was First Sgt. of F. Company. I remember that on New Year's Day in 1944 he came into the Kitchen for some warm soapy water to clean his carbine and he asked, 'Hall, when are you ever gonna learn to make biscuits like my Mama use to make? We would now leave Italy with heavy hearts because we were leaving 'Genie' and many of our friends, our buddies in cemeteries under white crosses." ' |
