In a small English town, passers-by gazed politely at big, sauntering black fellows in strange U.S. uniforms, wondered who on earth they were. With equal politeness the Negroes told them: they were American Indians. The first Negro troops ever to land in the tight little isleĀ two Quartermaster Corps truck companiesĀ they had not yet learned that Jim Crow never got to England.
But soon they were balancing teacups on their knees in white folks' houses, smoking tight-rolled English cigarets and guzzling flat English ale. When they wrote the folks back home, perhaps they complained of the damp English weather, the limp...