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Doughs From Botch Invade Riviera FairylandBy PAUL S. GREENStars mnd Stripes Staff Writer NICE, March 2^—The mini of Germany on their combat boots, the feel of Germany in their hearts, talk off Germany on their lips nearly IN doughs from every part of the Western Front pulled into this Riviera fairyland today and are proceeding according to plan.This was the first mass invasion of frontline combat troops to hit the U. S. Riviera Recreational Area, as this big-time rest camp is officially known.Representing the 1st, 3rd. 7th and 9th Armies, the doughs left their outfits somewhere east of the Rhine from the Ruhr way down to the Saar, the outfits which are now roaring across Germany headed for the nearest Russian.When we return. we*re liable to meet them on their way back from Berlin—we hope. was the general feeling.Packed into the train for three nights and two days .—and 21 hours overdue—the foxhole-happy GIs arrived before dawn, piled sleepily mto trucks and were driven to their hotels.The first thing most of them did was to dive into bathtubs and loll luxuriously in the steaming water, then crawl into the real, live beds and feel the softness of the clean, white sheets.By then it was breakfast-time and they trooped downstairs to the dining rooms for their first meal, served at tables, with dishes, by pretty waitresses.Afterwards, they sighed disbelieveingly as they baked in the hot sun along the shore, lounged on the promenade, or window-shopped in the classy stores along the main drag.The keys to the city were handed to them, without , strings, at the only formation of the week. *JSRRA offi- • cers told them, and meant it loo. Our Job is to servo you. There are no regulations in this town, so get going.Ahead of them lay seven days of almost everything , soldiers dream of in foxholes—sailing, bicycMng, tennis, or any other sport, by day, and half a dozen swelegant Qt nightclubs by night.Most of them had been many months in Germany j and found it hard getting used to being in a friendly • country again. They began practicing up on their stale French, remembering to say, ’^No compree, instead of Nichts verstehe.•Peace and quiet, that's what I want, sighed Pfc. Freddie Dapp, a Bridgeport, Conn., combat engineer(Continued on Page 4)NICE-MARSEILLE EDITION ^FIVE TO ONE 1
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Southern France Stars and Stripes
Nice, Provence Alpes Cote d Azur, FR
Fri, Mar 30, 1945
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