After a month at Fort Dix, we were taken to New York to board the Louis Pastuer, a converted French luxury ship. Luxury was hardly a description for the ship. The whole ship seemed to reflect an omen of disaster. Everyone that boarded it had no doubt that terrible trouble lay ahead. Ten thousand men boarded for a nine day trip across the Atlantic. The crossing was very rough. Many men suffered seasickness, except for the men in the amphibious boat brigade. We played cards and joked around to pass the time. There were also men playing constant games of poker, reading, writing letters, and of course, sleeping. After several days at sea, homesickness soon joined seasickness. The darkest feeling that we felt was the fear of the unknown. Many of my buddies became very close. I remember sitting on the ship talking to a guy who had been assigned to fight with a Thompson.
\"When I get out of the Army, I\'m going to take a couple of these with me.\" He explained.
\"What the hell would......
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