dozen men hugged each other in the garbage pit, the nearest foxhole. From the chow truck, the three cooks
leaped, one atop the other, to a search for shelter. The whistle of a single bomb was heard and it fell a mile or
so away on the outskirts of a railroad yard. It did no damage. The plane disappeared. No one knew whether
the rail road yard was the target, or whether the bomb had just slipped from the bomb racks. But there wasnt
much dinner that day. Though you grow accustomed to the thunder of distant bombing
you never lose
respect for the individual bomb.
This day saw the end of the Normandy Campaign as Allied forces pushed through Avranches. The first
of five bitter campaigns in the crushing defeat of German was over. Next came