The Yanks in the Eto. A fine Christmas.

The Yanks in the Eto. A fine Christmas. There we sat, all day long, waiting for Nazi planes to show themselves over our battery. When they did, we fixed them. But good. Once during the day, there was a dogfight between them and our planes. They left vapor trails all over the sky. Looked right pretty, only I could think of lots prettier things I'd rather look at. They tell me the day before there was a raid on Berlin so big that the last planes was just leaving the Englilsh coast when the first one was getting into Germany. It sure felt good having that kind of umbrella over us.