The Apache sentinel., 1943-12-10
4O6th Ordnance on Bivouoc
Somewhere in Arizono)
By S-sgt. RICHARD D. MASSEY

received word of the date our COM
pany would go on Bivouac with the
92nd Division, a convoy of trucks
with the entire company aboard
pulled out of the company area at
100 p.m., Friday, Dec. 8.
I was lucky enough to get on a
truck near the front of the convoy
where I could observe the vehicles
as they moved along the road. This
truck in which I was riding was
carrying an extra blanket, so I had
very comfortable seat as we rode
over the rocky roads. Also enjoying
the comfort of this truck were
S/Sgt. Winston Carter, SiSgt. EN-
erson Young, Sgt. Vincent Taylor,
Pfc. Lavolvia Moore and Pvt. Ned
S. Cooper.
After we had ridden about 80
miles, our faces were covered with
dust from the Arizona earth. SISgt
Winston Carter's face looked like a
California blonde.
Feeling that my lips need moist
ening, I extended my tongue along
my upper lip and was surprised to
find that the Arizona dust tasted
somewhat sweet.
Over hills, through valleys and
across plains the convoy moved
along at a rapid speed. Through
the dust on the bumpers of the
trucks could be seen in white letters
very plainly, 406th Ord. NM Co.
The equal distance between each
truck and the soft brown dust
caused by the wheels of each We
hicle, painted a beautiful picture
with the blue yelled mountains in
the background.
Cpl. Columbus BraSwell, driver of
the truck in which was riding, dis
played fine ability as driver over
the rough terrain.
We passed through a little town
where the population was reported
to number only ten I learned that
eleven of that ten were drafted into
the Army. I am still unable to see
how this could happen. Due to the
necessity of saying nothing to give
away our position, I am unable to
After riding about hours, we ar
rived at our location about twelve
inches outside of another little
town somewhere in Arizona). No
casualties were reported. Many of
the citizens gathered into the streets
to welcome the gentle gentlemen of
the 406th Ord. MN Co. from great
Ft. Huachuca.
We camouflaged our tents and
trucks. We also did many other
things that a unit must do when
moving into a new area. While put
ting up my tent with Sgt. Sandy
Hayden, SISgt. Troy Galloway, the
Mess Sgt, blew the whistle for chow.
My tent had to wait until later be-
cause Sgt. Galloway wants all of
his men to get enough to eat while
it is hot. He is loved by the men for
his fatherly ways.
Upon returning to my tent, I
found Pvt. Cassius Sanders stand
ing by his tent and looking in the
direction of Ft. Huachuca. / asked
II there We're something wrong. He
said, Every night about this time,
there is lovely young lady in Hua-
chuca who is always on my mind
and am realizing now more than
ever before just how much I care
for her. That is why am looking
toward Huachuca."
asked him if she were WAC or
a civilian. He smiled, saying, "That
is Sanders secret" and added that
he agrees with the man who said,
"You don't miss the water until the
well has gone dry"
After yawning a number of times,
I realized that it was bed time.
Finding that my pajamas had been
left back at FIT. Huachuca, / kept
on my clothes and put on my over
coat in place of pajamas and went
to bed-on bivouac.