Namur has been touched by war and there is nothing tropical or lovely left. It looks as though someone with an imagination of his own had tried to make a Hollywood set for Journey’s End. Namur is a dry, hot, fetid version of the worst section of No Man’s Land that France ever had to offer–no living green thing, blasted tree trunks, huge gaping shell holes–disemboweled trucks, heaps of concrete and lumber that were once fortifications–bodies by the thousands–parts of bodies–so disfigured that they beggar description–horrible.
– 1Lt. Philip E. Wood, Jr.
First Battalion, 24th Marines On Namur
Bound For Combat: Not Afraid Of What Is Coming.
February 1: Christ, This Is It.
Night On Namur: Better Not Shoot Me, You Sonuvabitch.
February 2: Like Hunting Rats.
The Occupation: We Had To Bury Those Dead.
The Return: It Is A Sad Voyage Back.
Total Casualties, First Battalion 24th Marines.
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Notes On This Table
Accounts for casualties sustained between February 1 and February 5, 1944, based on muster rolls for the battalion.
WIA: any wound caused by enemy action, qualifying for a Purple Heart.
Does not count multiple wounds suffered by individuals.