This entire article is taken from this uncopyrighted 5 3/4" x 8 1/8" pamphlet I found in my father's possessions after his passing. Above is a copy of the back and front of said pamphlet. The story that follows and the illustrations are taken from this pamphlet. Nowhere can I find the author acknowledged, but there is a Foreword by Colonel R.T. Foster, Commanding, 330th Infantry and some of the illustrations are signed by Nicholas Samuel Firfires 1917-1990.
Colonel R.T. Foster FOREWORD
These pages are dedicated to the men of this Regiment; to those brave men who have made this story of success. Multiplied many times it unfolds the story of the gigantic assault launched against "Fortress Europe" by the armed might of the United States and her allies. It has spelled VICTORY. It has been proved that, even in modern war, it is still the infantryman who carries the brunt of the battle. HIs ability, stamina, determination and courage have been the greatest single contributing factor to the success we have attained against a formidable enemy. He has won the respect and admiration of the entire world. The going has been rough. The hardships and deprivations you have endured, your heroic deeds, have been written into the pages of history. To those of you who were with us from Normandy across the Elbe; to you reinforcements who joined us along the way; to our comrades who made the supreme sacrifice for their country; to all I sincerely express my deepest affection, admiration and respect.

Colonel, 330th Infantry


On the English Channel   This history of the 330th Infantry Regiment of World War II began on August 15, 1942, at Camp Atterbury, Indiana. On that day the 83rd Infantry Division was reactivated. Basic training began in November.

   We participated in the Tennessee maneuvers in July and August, 1943. At the close of the maneuvers we marched to Camp Breckinridge, Kentucky, where our training prior to moving overseas was completed.

   On April 6, 1944, we embarked from New York for England. Two months we spent in the British Isles. Training was resumed in the Midlands. Stroke-on-Trent, Newcastle-under-Lyme, Leeks, Market Drayton, were places we remember there. We had a lot of fun in those days but back of it all, when we were serious, we thought and wondered. Wondered what war was like, but most of all we wondered how each of us as individuals would react. There was no doubt in our minds of the final outcome and we promised ourselves we would do our part.

   When "D Day" came we were in northern Wales in the middle of strenuous combat problems. We moved fast after that; back to our camps in the Midlands, on to the marshalling area at Southampton, then on boats for the Channel crossing.


Near Carentan   We landed on Omaha Beach June 23, 1944, after lying offshore a week while a storm raged that almost doomed the beachhead. After assembling in the vicinity of Bricqueville, Normandy, we moved into the lines southeast of Carentan, relieving elements of the 101st Airborne Division.

   The 4th of Jul, 1944, was no holiday for the infantrymen of the 330th. On that day, at 0500 hours, we attacked; the first of hundreds of attacks which were to carry us from the hedgerows of Normandy to the flat plains beyond the Elbe river.

   It is difficult to describe now what we did and how we felt then. We knew hate then ---- and fear ---- the kind of fear that becomes actual pain. We attacked every day for twenty-three straight days, from dawn till dark. We repulsed the enemies counter-attacks and we moved forward. We became exhausted, physically and mentally. It showed in our dirty and drawn faces. We lost our closest friends, reinforcements became veterans in a few days - if they lasted.

   On the morning of the 25th of July, the bombers came; some 3,000 of them. dive-bombers, mediums, heavies. On they came for eighty minutes. The air was filled with their noise and the dust rose for miles. It choked us. It was wonderful. We attacked again. The German lines were broken, we had helped open that hole. Then we saw the armor, the fresh divisions pass through that hole in the German lines we had fought so hard to open. The breakthrough had come.

Mortar firing in Normandy


   Early in the morning of August 3rd, after three days rest, we moved by truck through Granville, Avranches and Pontorson into Brittany. The Division had been transferred to the Third Army for the Brittany campaign and was assigned the mission of capturing the ports of St. Malo and Dinard, thus giving our forces another seaport.

   While the rest of the Third Army raced across France, we began the slow process of driving the enemy from his defensive positions guarding the Bay of St. Malo. This time he had concrete fortifications. Ones he began building four years before to prevent our landing. It was an infantryman's fight again.

   We took Dol and Pierguer and drove on toward St. Malo. By August 5th we had cleared the enemy from his pill boxes, anti-tank ditches and barbed wire guarding the approaches to the port itself. We were ready to make the final assault.

   While the 329th Infantry Regiment attacked the Citadel, our Second Battalion took the solid granite fortress of St. Joseph and advanced on to the dock area. The First Battalion assaulted and captured the old walled city of St. Malo. Then the Second Battalion moved to the other side of the bay and assisted in capturing the city of Dinard. The Third Battalion, during this time, was attached to the fast moving "Task Force A" and went on into Brittany to assist in the capture of Brest.

   Offshore the island of Cezembre, which dominated the port of St. Malo, held our against terrific artillery and air bombardment. It had to be taken to secure the harbor four use. The Second Battalion began training with landing craft to seize the island. The softening process against the island continued with artillery, air, and naval bombardment. Then, on September 2nd, the day set for the assault of the island, the German commander surrendered to the Regiment.

French Greetings
Ile de Cezembre


Bridges were Blown   Finishing our mission at St. Malo, we moved again ---- this time 180 miles east to the Loire valley region. Our mission there was to protect the right flank of the Third Army in its rapid advance across France.

   After the intensity of the Normandy and Brittany campaigns, the Loire valley was a change ----- a welcome change. There we set up defensive positions and sent patrols across the river. But at the same time, we enjoyed life once more. We ate hot meals, slept in beds. We met the French, drank with them, laughed with them. After Normandy and Brittany, it was fun to laugh, to talk to a pretty girl.

   True, we enjoyed our stay along the Loire. But at the same time, we kept our weapons clean, we trained. We knew that the war was far from finished and that soon we would be called once again to more actively participate in crushing the enemy. We were called. On the 20th of September we waved goodbye to our French friends and left for Luxembourg.


Stromberg Hill   The Duchy of Luxembourg was a revelation to most of us. We found it to be a unique combination of small villages, famous resort towns, such as Mondorf, and a clean, picturesque "old world" city ---- the city of Luxembourg.

   We found the people filled with a deep national pride and heartfelt appreciation for what the Americans had done to release them from the yoke of four years of Nazi occupation.

   The enemy was no longer running away. He was hitting back now, trying to anticipate our next move. Along the Moselle river, famous for its wine, combat patrols frequently crossed the river, seeking information of enemy troop dispositions. The enemy countered by sending patrols into our line; patrols would meet and a brisk fire fight would ensue. After a bitter fight, we took Stromberg hill from the enemy and thereby deprived him of one of his last vantage points on Luxembourg soil.

   The 1st of December saw us on the move again. Once more we were needed elsewhere. We moved into Germany ---- and the Hurtgen forest.


Building log houses   On December 3rd, 1944, the Regiment moved through the Hurtgen forest to take up positions against a strong German force. Other American units had begun the assault and it was now up to us to permit no loss of Allied momentum in the drive to the Roer river.

   In direct contrast to the density of the wood, the terrain from Grosshau to the Roer opened into an expanse of rolling land affording the enemy excellent observation. Here began the final push to the river's edge.

   It was going to be tough ---- trees, scarred by searing artillery fire, and log-covered dugouts were mute testimony of the determined and tenacious resistance of the enemy. Artillery and mortar concentrations were many and intense. Enemy air activity was constant. Strafing and bombing was frequent during day and night.

   The First Battalion took Hill 375, a particularly strong position and key point in the enemy's defence plan, then held it thought terrific artillery and mortar fie and against repeated counter-attack. With the seizure of Hill 375 our right flank was secure. The stage was set for our main attack.

   On December 10th, the Third Battalion launched a surprise attack before dawn and took Strass. The enemy succeeded in closing in behind them. Cut off from the rest of the Regiment for three days, without food, ammunition, or medical aid, they repulsed every counter-attack aimed at wiping them out. The Second Battalion took Schafberg and went on to cut through the Germans and relieve the Third Battalion. Later, the Second Battalion, attached to the Fifth Armored Division, secured the high ground on the west bank of the Roer river on the Regiment's flank. Christmas Eve found the First Battalion entering the town of Winden on the Roer. Christmas day the job had been completed; Winden was secure and the Regiment firmly implanted on the west bank of the Roer river.

Main street of Strass    Always a smile!

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