In the Army Now, Chapter 2
June 1, 1944, Salisbury England Tobey and I hustled into the company area, dodging others who were strewn about the area like flotsam on a beach. Some were sitting and talking, mostly quietly, with no small hint of fear. Some were sacked out like Olive Drab logs, catching as much shut-eye as they could, realizing that soon enough there’d be no time for sleep at all. As we grabbed our packs from out squad’s tent, Tobey asked “Hey Max, whaddaya think the sergent want’s us for?” “I dunno Tobey, you think he might have caught wind of the craps game?” We had been running a craps game behind the mess tent, and while not enough to get us drug up in front of the Captain, it was definitely enough to get the sergeant to discipline …