The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-07-23
INTERLUDE IN BATTLE
Americans Rout Foe,
QuaH SiciHan Wine
Natives Feel II Duce Will
End Own Life When Defeated

things got to fall, the Colonel
said.
We walked through an orchard
and down through wheatfield
to the road leading TO the valley
below Caltanissetta. Troops
carrying tommyguns. machine
guns and heavy boxes of ammu-
milton were moving on the
road.
OUT TO WIN
II wonder" said First Lieu
tenant Robert Dutt, 80 Crosby
street, Akron, Ohio, "how many
more fights we are going to
have on this damned island. This
may be the last big one. We
are out TO wade in and kick
hell out of them"
On the hills ahead of us
fires were burning in the wheat
straw ignited by bursting shells
which bonged over out head
from our artillery.
From the hills to our right
came bursts of machinegun
fire and the crackle of small
arms fire. Our troops had run
into an enemy stronghold and
had set about reducing il with
rocket guns, grenades and ma
chine gun fire. Along most of
the front the enemy had with
/ drawn.
II was dawn when the first
American troops marched into
Caltanisetta. Their faces were
grey with dirt as they marched
through the rubble and wreck
age and kept marching to the
north in pursuit of the enemy.
The city was Quilted by bombs
and artillery. Days before we
had landed allied bombers' had
swept over to pound ener stor-
age dumps, troop concentrations
and communications. The fright
ened inhabitants had fled to
caves in the mountains or flock
ed into the homes of friends in
the country.
Caribinieri in khaki and blue
uniforms patrolled the streets
while Min, miserable looking
people struggled back into the
city.
With two other correspondents
I went into the Roma Restaurant.
Once it had been a show place.
Now the floors were deep with
debris. Tables still covered with
cloth were scattered about the
place and in the middle of the
wreckage stood Roman Car
melo, the proprietor.
THE BIG BOSS
"Da beega boss" one Of the
men whispered.
Carmelo brought us wine and
seemed TO bear no resentment
that American bombers had
helped wreck his restaurant. He
gave US warm welcome and he
and his friends all spoke of rela-
tives they had in America.
YANK RELATIVES
Il gotta two brothers in Low
ell, Massachusetts" said Giano
Ariangelo. Me, | work in Law
renee, Mass, woodmill and six
months in South Portland. Some
day l go back
Carmelo refused payment for
his wine.
In an old amusement park
where two or three hundred
Italian prisoners were lounging
about on merry go-round swings
and carnival rides, Private Frank
Pinto. SAT East 1880 street,
Bronx, N. Y, stood guard. He
had arrived with the first occu-
patton troops.
II marched about 10 miles last
night" Pinto said. There was
some sniping in our sector but
we did not have much trouble"
Pinto said the prisoners told
him they were glad the Amer
leans had arrived and they
hoped the war would soon be
over.
What do they think will hap
pen TO Mussolini?" he was asked.
They say Mussolini will shoot
himself" Pinto replied.
Corporal McClain c. Sullivan,
Burns. Tenn, took two rifles
from the prisoners and broke the
stocks against the wall.
These guys were bombed so
much they could not get organ
led" he said. Most of them
think they will 60 TO the United
States il they surrender. When
we came in we found them wait
ing for us. They just stood there