We left for overseas from New York on the Queen Mary. The trip over took only 3 days on the Queen and the men were told they could not stop if anyone fell over the side. We were onboard when the Queen ran over the British mine sweeper, The Curacoa. It was cut in half and sunk and they could not stop for survivors. The accident happened off the coast of Ireland Oct 2, 1942. We landed in a Scotland seaport and were to go to Africa but all our supplies were sunk so we were sent to England to regroup. We had invasion training along with British and Australian troops (the ladies from hell).

We went in on Omaha beach, France on the second day of the D- day invasion. The landing craft operator (they were driven by British Sea Captains) wanted to avoid earlier sunken equipment and wouldn’t go in close enough to avoid unloading in deep water so the GI's had to threaten him to get in closer. When we drove the trucks off the boats they still were swamped. Sea bees used bulldozers to pull our truck landing craft out of the water.. They threw us a winch cable and I hooked it on to the truck and we were pulled out next to a Sherman tank. We thought it was good cover until the tank caption told us to move because the tanks draw fire. We stayed in Verville Sermare 3 weeks while St Low was shelled. Then to Breast a fortress where they had submarine pens that belong to the French. All the shelling is probably why I wear a hearing aid today. From there we went to Bremmerhaven then the Black forest.

We spent the winter in the town of Neidermitz with bad weather, freezing and no air support. The German soldiers were pulled out to go to the battle of the bulge 30 miles south which was the end of the war. We left from Laharve France sea port for home. We were taken back to the states on an old freighter that took weeks to get home instead of the 3 days it took the Queen Mary on the way over.