They covered it with a poncho,- the squad figured to be eating beef rather than K rations for a few days. What they had not figured on was all the shrapnel flying around from the incessant artillery barrages. It perforated the meat. At the next feast, the men of the squad were continually cutting their gums on shrapnel.
June 23. A sniper fired at Christenson, from 600 meters. Chris ducked behind a hedgerow and shouted to Robbins to spray the area from which the bullet came. Robbins fired fifty rounds at the distant trees. “I could hear a nervous grumbling from the men down the line,” Christenson remembered. “Tension always grew when out of complete silence a machine-gun fires that many rounds.” In the far distance, the sound of mortars belched, waump, waump, waump, waump.
“This nerve-racking sound confirmed that four mortar bombs were heading in our direction. The suspense of waiting is eerie. Indescribable. Miserable. Then ‘Boom,’ the first one exploded not more than 7 feet in front of Robbins’ and Howell’s gun.”
Howell jumped out of his position and ran to Christenson’s foxhole, as the second mortar round exploded almost on top of the first, “so close that you could taste the pungent gun powder.” Howell leaped into Christenson’s foxhole. “I was all bent over and unable to move,” Chris said, “because of my doubled up, cramped position. It was difficult to breathe, yet I was laughing hysterically for Howell’s eyes were as big as tea cups. He was muttering things like, ‘Christ-sake, oh my God,’ at each shell burst. The pressure this big man was putting on me suddenly threw me into a state of panic, for I was suffocating.” Fortunately the shelling stopped.
After two weeks on the main line of resistance (MLR), the men of Easy stank. They had not had a bath or shower or an opportunity to shave. Many had dysentery,- all were continually drenched with sweat. Their hair was matted from dirt and dust made worse by the profuse sweating caused by wearing their helmets constantly, and by the impregnated clothes they had been wearing since June 6. They looked like Bill Mauldin’s Willy and Joe characters.
On June 29, the 83rd Infantry Division came up to relieve the 101st. “They were so clean looking,” Christenson remembered, “with a full complement of men in each unit. Even the paint on their helmets looked as if they had just been unpacked. The impact of seeing such a disheveled motley group as we were was a shock to them.”
For Easy, to get off the front line, even if it was only for a few days, was a deliverance. The thought of an uninterrupted full night’s sleep, not being harassed by gun fire or being sent out on patrol, to get something hot to eat, to sleep dry, and most of all to get a shower, was good beyond description.
Easy had jumped into Normandy on June 6 with 139 officers and men. Easy was pulled out of the line on June 29
with 74 officers and men present for duty. (The 506th had taken the heaviest casualties of any regiment in the campaign, a total of 983, or about 50 percent). The Easy men killed in action were Lts. Thomas Meehan and Robert Mathews, Sgts.
William Evans, Elmer Murray, Murray Robert, Richard Owen, and Carl Riggs, Cpls. Jerry Wentzel, Ralph Wimer, and Hermin Collins, Pvts. Sergio Moya, John Miller, Gerald Snider, William McGonigal, Ernest Oats, Elmer Telstad, George Elliott, and Thomas Warren.
For the 101st, Carentan was the last action of the Normandy campaign. The division was gradually pulled back to a field camp north of Utah Beach, complete with radio, telephone, bulletin board, policing the area, keeping weapons clean, parade ground formations, and a training schedule. To compensate, there were hot showers and nearly unlimited opportunities for scrounging.
Pvt. Alton More was the master scrounger in Easy Company. He found a way to get into the main supply depot near Utah. On his first foray, he returned carrying two cardboard boxes, one of fruit cocktail and the other of pineapple. “It tasted like the best thing you ever ate in your life,” Harry Welsh remembered, “and I was never so sick in my life. We weren’t used to that food.” Thereafter, More brought in a more varied diet from his daily expeditions.