After their arrival in Great Britain on September 15th, 1943, the 506th P.I.R began setting up billets in various parts of Southern England. Jake McNiece and his unit set up amongst the Regimental Headquarters and Service companies on the vast acreage of Sir Ernest Wills’ manor place. Wills was the cigarette magnate of Britain, and provided the many Quonset huts for these Americans, unaware of a certain squad that would unleash trouble over the coming months.

The 506th began training at once. Everything was as physical as could be made. Men ran exercises and courses so much they could count every thump of boot in their sleep. Just as wasted, and turning in each day with McNiece, were the rest of his squad, twelve men, many of whom would be transferred in and out all the way up to the departure for Normandy. There were valid reasons for most of these, but over the weeks, McNiece learned another method was in play.

Discipline was paramount in the Regiment, and the overwhelming majority of the men adhered to that standard. However, there was the odd man who thought he knew more than anyone else, and clashed with authority. Besides the stockade, if there was room, and it seemed there always was, they would find their new home in the Quonset hut of Jake McNiece’s section.

Discipline might as well have been a foreign word to them. Hell, they didn’t even salute officers. The new arrivals found out it was only their continued prowess in training that kept the whole lot from being busted and hauled before a court martial. And if it did happen, they would likely appear as they always did, unshaven and filthy from the black dust that followed them out their quarters each time.