3-#414, twentey first from Rome               
 
                                                            
 
 
THe war in all its hideousness passed over Italy's beaches, Sicily,   
Salerno, Anzio, through its mountains into the peaceful valley of   
Cassion leaving in its wake the wreckage of its homes and villages,   
its land scarred, its people dispersed, woundeed or dead, human   
wreckage sacrificed on the altar of Axis ambition and folly.  There   
is a brooding over the fields f Cassino a spirit of renewed hope and   
an abiding inpiration to make a better world.  That is the spirit of   
Thome's honored dead speaking to us, living as their beneficiaries,   
inspiring us to carrry on to protect what they have sacrificed.  That   
solace, that hope, those high aspirations, that obligation to attain   
               linger on as a lasting memory.               
 
                                                            
 
 
The mighty armada of liberation passed on to the Eternal City from   
earliest war days, the great leaders in this cruel war labored long   
and tirelessly to spare this sacred and historic city from another   
pillage and destruction.  It's fate.  These in thousand.  As the line   
of battle moves ever oward slowly but relentlessly Allied fighting   
men force civilizations enimies to retreat.  Behind the line follow   
the first aid stations, the field hospitals, the evacuation hospitals   
                         the base                           
 
                    hospitals, thousand