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4 November 1945



[Note: This is copied exactly as written].

Many changes took place during the past week. More ack-ach boys arrived. On Friday the remnants of a damm good outfit left for the 11th ABD. The guys in. the fifties will probably beat the high pt men home. Most of the fill ins look well fed, they won't be that way long if we continue eating 503d chow(?).  New officers seem as if they'll be okay, tho' they lack the youth, & piss and vinegar of the jump officers. The training schedule for the week was discontinued. Next weeks training schedule looks rather nice. Who knows. Maybe what's left of us will start living like humans again. Food is improving, showers are being put up and some clothes can be had. These A.A. boys have the right idea about living.

Just waiting for the boat. Morale high among all troops.  As this is the last entry I'll close out by saying that I'm damm glad to be closing out. My biggest day is coming. Where's that discharge?"



5 November 1945



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6 November 1945


Capt Hays G. Mayo (C.A.C.) assumed command from 1st Lt Lewis B. Crawford. 121 E.M. & 4 off. transferred to 11 Airborne division. Company will be taken over by non-jumpers from other organizations to carry regimental colors to U.S.A.


This is the final entry for "Easy" Co., 503d PIR of WWII.



Now it was over, and we had survived and lived to tell about WWII. Naturally we were relieved and happy to be going home.  In fact, we seemed to be in a dream world.

It was, so life taught us, too good to be true. There was that ever present, nagging dark cloud back there in the recesses of our minds. Many of our brothers would not be going home, and wouldn't be hugging their mothers, wives and sweethearts on the train platforms and in the bus stations of the United States. They would not be returning to their fathers handshakes on a job well done.  These men whom we had lived with, who had shared our joys and fears, and had loved life as much as us, had paid a price that we, and all other Americans can never repay. In the quiet hours, though, each of us making that journey home asked ourselves "why not me?"  Finding no answer, we kept on asking it of ourselves, and some of our God.  I want to borrow these great words to express our feelings, and may we keep them in our hearts as long as we live.


"They shall not grow old, as we who are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We shall remember them."





Full text of "For the Fallen (1924)" by Laurence Binyon