The following was written by an unknown WWII era journalist:
As days of battle passed into more of the same thing, a sense of fatalistic resignation came to many men; a feeling that death was simply an unlucky chance of happening to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. We all knew men who seemed convinced they would not come through – and didn’t. It is hard to look at this portrait of Solon Lindsey, (Co. “I”), with its tense, determined seriousness of expression, and not believe he realized this might be his last picture. It was; a few days later, when the bombs fell at Baggazzano in the Po valley, Solon was among those caught in the “wrong place at the wrong time,” and a grand man died.