The Landing at Sicily

  • Jack Belden


IT WAS the hour of twilight on July 9, 1943, and I stood with legs spread apart on the swaying deck of the U.S.S. “Barnett” and looked out across the Mediterranean. My eyes filled with the dark mass of the frothing water, its sibilant surging swells, the soaring green waves flecked white at their summits. The sea ahead of me was an undulating, dappled path, where heavy transports, dripping and rolling, chased one another in a wavering battle column. On the rest of the sea, thousands of warships of the British and American Navies, swaying in sinuous and menacing lines, ploughed deeply through the water and showed now their rising, pulsating bows and now the tops of their spray-clouded masts.


Cold Spray Chill Face Naval Officer Wooden Door Italian Island 


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© Jack Belden 1944

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