and ale. We found both of these rations delicious, and we purchased much of what they had. Oddly enough, the Australians did not have the money to purchase much of their own rations. But after everything we'd been through, the both of us got along 'jolly well!' Madalynne Cook Harding Madalynne Harding attended Weber College School of Nursing through Thomas D. Dee Hospital September 1941 through September 1944. When I was in my third, and final year of nurses training, the U.S. Government introduced a military program to obtain more nurses for their hospitals, which were filling rapidly with the wounded of World War II. This was known as the 'Army Nurse Cadet Program.' A student nurse was allowed to sign up for the last six months of nursing school. Four nurses in my class signed up to become nurse cadets. We were required to pass a military physical exam, which eliminated two of my classmates. The third nurse dropped out of nursing before graduation. This left me. Thus, I was the only nurse cadet in my graduating class of 1944. I became a Nurse Cadet on March 1, 1944. The program required me to complete all course work in the various fields of nursing at the Thomas D. Dee Memorial Hospital. Then, when all I had left for graduation was hours of work in a hospital setting, I was assigned to complete those hours at a military hospital. Accordingly, I entered Bushnell General Hospital in Brigham City in June of 1944. I lived in a dormitory on the Bushnell Hospital grounds with nurse cadets from other schools of nursing. (Bushnell Hospital was later replaced with the Indian School in Brigham City, but many of the original buildings remain today in 2003.) I wore a white nursing dress uniform and my nursing cap while on duty in the hospital. I was issued a gray and white pin-striped military suit consisting of a skirt and jacket and also a military rain coat, hat and a gas mask. I was to wear the pin-striped suit whenever | left the base. My nursing assignment was in the enlisted men's amputee ward. It could have been a very sad area to work, but it was not. The men were very happy and positive. I think this was because they could so easily find someone whom they felt was worse off. Some of the men, especially those newly transferred from the battlefield, would make crude remarks to the nurses, but we learned to ignore them. My shifts were usually Monday through Friday, from 7 a.m. until 3 p.m. My duties included bathing, feeding, medicating, and changing dressings on the amputation stump or site. The first week of September, I had to take Thursday and Friday off to go to Salt Lake City and take my Nursing State Board Exam. This meant I had to trade hours with a nurse assigned to Saturday and Sunday for that week. When I showed up for duty on the weekend, I was assigned to the officers ward and was soon sent to the receiving bay to help transfer an incoming wounded officer from the ambulance to the ward. When the ambulance door was opened, I found myself staring at the surprised face of my husband who had been shot over Austria in May. I had known he would eventually be sent to a military hospital in the states, but had no idea it would be to Bushnell, and certainly not on the day I would be sent to meet the ambulance. I don't know who was the most surprised: him or me. Our story and picture were printed in the September 1944 issue of the Army Life magazine, which were sent to military personnel and recruiting stations all over the world. I completed my nurse cadet commitment the end of September 1944. Raymond W. Harrop 96 Raymond's story is peppered with vignettes of experiences he had during the invasion of France, Belgium and Germany. These include a story, titled 'Bed Check Charlie.' This was a lone German plane that flew over the French hedge rows at bedtime. A smooth talking buddy convinced Raymond the war was almost over, so foxholes were no longer necessary. But 'Bed Check Charlie' came in one night and dropped a bomb very close to where Raymond had just bedded down. 'As it came screaming down,' he writes, 'I knew it was all over. Never in my life did I hear something, screaming as it came, that pierced so deep. It exploded just down the hill. I flew about two feet in the air. I jumped out of the pup tent, found me a deep crater, and spent the rest of the night in it. That was one night I'll never forget.' In December of 1944, Raymond's company was strafed by some American P-47s. Military intelligence assumed these were planes stolen by the Germans, who believed they would not be shot down by their own troops. Outside the building in Holland, where Raymond's company was working, sat an uncamouflaged truck used to transport the records. One of the P-47s attacked and was shot down by anti-aircraft. When they discovered the dead pilot was an American, they learned that he was off course and mistook Raymond's truck for a German vehicle and tried to take it out. In April of 1945, Raymond visited the German concentration camp at Buchenwald. He graphically describes the experiments the Germans made on Jews there. He poignantly talks about one of the survivors, 'so thin I thought if I put my finger to his chest, I would punch a hole right through his body.' In a more humorous vein, Raymond talks about walking by a farmhouse after the Germans had surrendered. The people who lived in the house showed him a large pig, which they were afraid of, but wanted to eat. Raymond shot the pig with his service revolver, killing it with one shot. He said he was a hero, who left the farmhouse 'to the cheers and happiness of the hungry, displaced people.' After being discharged and awarded the Bronze Star, Raymond returned to Ogden and entered Weber College in 1946. He penned this reminiscence shortly after the war ended: Remember Remember the day the Postman stopped And with his daily mail He dropped a special letter in the slot? Remember! I have never forgot. Remember the first day in Camp Inspections, Paraded and shots And don't forget the details with guard And KP. That's not so hot. Remember! I'll never forget. Remember the hikes and firing range And the Saturday passes that didn't come. Remember the Sergeants and Officers But come, cheer up, don't be so glum. Remember the train ride to the P and E And the excitement for you and me. Then the boat ride across the sea To a land that was strange to see. Remember the invasion on June the 6th And when the boat you were in hit the beach And shells were flying and the men did fall And you thought your objective you would never reach? Remember? Remember the battles through all of France And the blood that was spilled and yet we advanced. Then on through Belgium and Holland we tore. But suddenly we stopped. Gasoline? There was no more. Remember that. Not long after came the German counterattack And down we rushed to push them back. Then over the Roer and across the Rhine And still we fought and held our lines. Then the Russians were met and the Jerries snared And at last, PEACE was declared. For 11 months this war had raged, And finally peace, the world was saved. And now as we look back upon the past, Remember the things for which you fought. And when life is old and we are gray We can always say, Remember? I never forgot. 97