Dick E. Williams 1918-1944

I was positioned in a small foxhole on the downside of Capmon Hill where we were set up in a defensive arrangement for a couple of weeks after the invasion of Leyte, and I will never forget my shock one morning, when I heard that Lt Williams, and SGT Corn had apparently gotten out of their holes, for whatever reason, and were shot by one of our men because he did not know who they were, or they did not ID themselves.

I had never discussed this with anyone much at the time, so I do not know the particulars, except this is a thing that happens in war, on occasion, and we were warned to stay put in our foxholes at night, for this very reason.

This is about all I can tell you about this tragic incidence. I am 89 years of age, nearly 90, in December, and my wife passed away one year ago, I am alone now. Dick was one of my favorite friends in our Company B, and as I stated earlier herein, I held as a friend, and a friend lost, when he died. He is in my memory always.