(Diary kept while in Italy)
Yesterday was a long day. There is some sort of problem with the orders but I really don’t care, I am here now. At least the lodging and transportation is working out fine.
The BMW we rented is really too small for all six of us but some how we all manage to pile in.
Last night we all walked around Tirrenia stopped to drank some wine and eat spaghetti and bread. Sgt. Kennedy and I left the others, went to another restaurant/bar and just sat around till in the morning talking and drinking beer between wines.
I get my days mixed up. Yesterday, or I think it was yesterday, I got the Sgts started on a project and scanned some secret op-plans (they didn’t seem to secret to me.) The only highlight of the day was when Sgt Ball, our interpreter, and I went to Livorno . I thought it might not be a bad idea to put boots on the ground at the place we were developing new defense plans, albeit never to be used I suspect. Sgt. Ball readily agreed just to get off post and besides he said he wanted me to know where the bars were. It seems like that is all he ever has on his mind. Ever since he brought up the subject, the first time I met him, I have continually told him I wasn’t interested. He said he realized that but suggested that perhaps some of my enlisted men would be. Two might I think.
We road around the city dodging traffic, weaving in an out between cars (I was driving) and he pointed a couple of the bars out. The trip was so confusing and I was so turned around that I could not get back there if I wanted – which I don’t. The two guys who might be interested will just have to suffer.
Other than all the traffic my observations were of narrow streets, cars parked on sidewalks, and an extremely dirty city over all with trash on the streets and dried dirt on what would other wise be very attractive edifices. The buildings could use a good sandblasting.
As we were driving along I kept wondering what type of businesses were in the buildings, what did the insides look like, wondered when they were built, and if they had any significant history attached. Sgt Ball, who has lived in Italy France Germany
As we went back towards camp he said he knew a short cut and thought I would like the scenery along the way. I soon found out what kind of scenery he was talking about. The whores apparently stand along the road in some areas that look like a rural setting. There were a couple of whores he knew standing along the road. One looked like a nice young girl, the other whom he apparently knew better than the other, looked every bit the part of being of whore – short dress, low top, bad teeth. Of course he had to stop. They muttered something in Italian. He said she wanted to know if I wanted a “date.” I said no. He pinched her on the boob, they both laughed and we drove off. He wanted to know if I thought she was good looking. I tried to be polite and be non committal because I feared she might look like his wife. He thought she was hot.
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