AN INFORMAL HISTORY OF THE 601ST TANK DESTROYER BATTALION nage. we R Compiled and Written By ist LT EDWARD L. JOSOWITZAN EXTRA PLUS TIME HAS DIMMED THE HORROR OF THE WAR WE FOUGHT AND WON: TELLING NOW, WE MAKE IT SOUND AS IF OUR WAR WAS FUN, WE DON'T BEMOAN THE FEARFUL DAYS WHEN ILL-EQUIPPED AND GREEN, WE TOOK A MIGHTY BEATING AT A PASS CALLED KASSERINE, THAT WAS OUR BAPTISMAL AND, WE LEARNED OUR LESSON, THEN, EXCEPT PERHAPS FOR EL GUETTAR, WE NEVER LOST AGAIN. FORGOTTEN NOW, SALERNO WITH THE RAIN, THE COLD, THE MUD; AND WHEN WE SPEAK OF ANZIO THERE'S LITTLE TALK OF BLOOD. WE'VE ALL GOT TALES OF SOUTHERN TRANCE, THE BATTLES TO THE RHINES BY THEN WE WERE UNSTOPPABLE: WE TOOK THE SIGFRIED LINE! GOOD FRIENDS WERE LOST ALONG THE WAY, SO YOUNG, IT SEEMED A SIN: WE TOOK NO TIME TO MOURN THEM THEN WE HAD A WAR TO WIN! THE BATTLES WON, THE JOB WELL DONE, THE ARMY SAID, GOODBYE: 1 ADD FOR US, AN EXTRA PLUS; WE DIDN'T COME HOME To cRY! ED JUSTINOh, gather ‘round me, comrades; and listen while J speak Of a war, a war a war where hell is six feet deep. long the shore, the cannons war Oh how can a soldier sleep? The going's slow on Anzi. And hell is six feet deep. Praise be to God for this captured sod that rich with blood does seep. With yours and mine, like butchered swine’; and hell is six feet deep. That death awaits there's no debate; no triumph will we reap. The crosses grow on Anzio, where hell is six feet deep. Audie Murphy 1948