American Valor Quarterly Issue 11 - Fall 2014 | Page 12

Mr. Mack said, “If you want to go to college, these are the three schools we would prefer. So on the way home you can stop at Duke, and we’ll talk to your dad.” So that’s what we did. I’m glad I went to college instead of turning pro. It was the right way to go, and I think that’s reflected today. You see a lot of prospects now going to university for a year or two before they sign a contract. Coach Galloway was a good coach. He was easy and approachable. Presbyterian College was small and a great place to go to school. The people were kind of like home folks. It’s good when you feel completely comfortable with the people you went to school with. I was on the club the year I was there. There were several of us who were potential major league players. It was a good school with a good program. We played maybe 15-18 games a year because the emphasis was on football and basketball. Baseball was kind of a second tier sport. Of course in early ’44, I went overseas. Once the war broke out, I knew I was going. It was just a question of when. That wasn’t from a draft perspective, but a family history standpoint. My family had served in WWI and the Civil War. One side of my family had also fought in the Revolutionary War. I think most of us wanted to just get in and get it over with, especially after Dec. 7. Before [Pearl Harbor], you weren’t overly concerned with the war; it was like a 12 BEFORE HEADING OVERSEAS, LOU BRISSIE PLAYED BASEBALL AT THE ARMY’S CAMP CROFT, WHERE HE LED HIS TEAM TO A 27-4-1 RECORD. balloon overhead. We heard what the older folks said. Then, like now, there were a lot of opinions. The country as a whole, especially the leaders, had become isolationists. They did not want to get into another war in Europe. Those were strong feelings. The young folks saw it and knew it was out there, but didn’t think it would come about as quickly as it did. At that age you don’t think that far out into the future. I enlisted in December of 1942 and was assigned to Camp Croft near Spartanburg, S.C. It was a surprise to me to wait to go over to Europe for so long. Normally, where I trained, if someone was going into a different specialty like armor, they would take a basic training related to armor. But we were trained as infantry. Some fellows with particular backgrounds were selected for different jobs. One guy from Louisiana, fluent in French, moved to intelligence side after almost a full training cycle. Other fellows had truck backgrounds and would also get moved out. I also played Army ball in ’43, but I continued pitching in the mill leagues. The teams were allowed two players that did not work for the company to be on the team. They referred to them as outsiders. That’s how I was able to keep pitching in those leagues. The Army ball at Camp Croft had mixed levels of competition. We had a couple of people who were high level, like Ray Flanigan who had played for Baltimore, and an outfielder for the White Sox, Billy Hitchcock, who played for the Greenville air base and was within our area. Then you had a lot of fellows like me who were amateurs and college players. It was a mixture of real experience and young guys, which helped me develop my game. But most of us were 18-to-20 years old. We loved the game and just wanted to play. Normally after 17 weeks of training, you would go overseas. But I was selected to work with a special group as cadre with what they called the battle course. It was a training area for village fighting, demonstrating high explosives, and quick fire courses. I worked there a number of months, and I just felt that it was time to get on with it. I got myself a transfer in the spring of ’44. I talked with technical sergeant Joe Brien, who became a lifelong friend, and told him that I wanted to move on. He talked to some folks and got that arranged. The fighting conditions in Italy were rough. It was mountainous with rain and deep mud. The farther up the peninsula you got, the colder it became. It was impossible to move much during the winter months. We were stalled at Cassino till the spring of ’44. Once we got to the rolling hills from Rome to Florence, going up into the Apennine Mountains, it was high and difficult terrain. I arrived in Italy with the lines just south of Florence. It was in late September that we started to drive through the Apennines, about 125 miles. We were almost within sight of Po Valley before we were stopped for the winter line in November. Our division faced constant fire from AMERICAN VALOR QUARTERLY