- Contributed by听
- footslogger
- People in story:听
- Ray Sinclair
- Location of story:听
- Italy
- Background to story:听
- Army
- Article ID:听
- A3871857
- Contributed on:听
- 08 April 2005
My 20th birthday party was held in a slit trench down in a gully where our mortars were positioned, almost opposite Castle Hill which was being held by one of RWK rifle companies platoons. I didn't envy them up there.
I had Bully Beef and come Compo rations for my meal which was interrupted by shells coming over and bursting above our heads. Then we had a message to lay down some covering fire because of a report that some Germans were seen moving about in the vicinity of the castle.
I said at the time to my pal Charlie, I wonder if they wanted to join my birthday party! His response to my remark isn't printable for this article.
Each year when my birthday comes around I usually think about that day.
I returned last year to Cassino with a Battlefield Tour Group, I met up with them in London and they flew to Italy for the tour.
One of the areas that I wanted to find, if possible, was the location of our mortar position. Everything had changed quite a bit so I wasn't too sure of it, but I sat in a cafe having a cappuccino looking across the road and up at Castle Hill in front of me and I am almost sure we were in the gully that was behind the building, it gave me a weird feeling, everything so peaceful now compared to what we endured there so long ago for many terrible weeks.
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