“We made the invasion before dawn on September 9th, 1943. The landing crafts carried us right to the shore, and I didn’t even get my boots wet getting there. Upon landing we moved inland a ways – shortly after dawn everything broke lose. The German’s began to shell us and it sounded as if the shells were whistling just over our heads. I really didn’t know what was going on because everyone just scattered in all different directions. It was a strange feeling having someone shooting at you and bombs going off all around.” – William Hudson on Invading Italy
A June 14, 2017 article in the Weatherford Star Telegram summarized his experiences:
“I was in the 142nd Infantry – Company M,” Hudson said. “We were sure mobile.”
But Hudson’s mobility was short lived when he and his unit were on patrol on a mountain side in Salerno, Italy. Orders came from his captain to “fall back” due to increased German activity.
“Everybody started running. As I headed down the mountain I stepped on something,” Hudson said. “I could hear my leg snap, it was broken.”
He said he’d never forget what happened next when an American medic came by and gave him a shot of what he thought was morphine.
“He said the German’s will take care of you now,” Hudson recalled. In no time German soldiers picked up Hudson and took him to a prisoner of war camp where he’d remain for the next 19 months.
“We all suffered through it,” Hudson said. “I was in six different camps in Germany; the most difficult part was just being there