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A gigantic, lethal game of hide-and-seek
Over ten thousand Americans were taking part in a gigantic and
lethal game of hide-and-seek, and probably at least five thousand
Germans. It covered an area over ten miles square, and grim isolated
games were being fought twenty and twenty-five miles away from
the centre. in this unique contest, the Americans knew what was
happening, but few of them knew where they were; the Germans knew
where they were... but none of them knew what was happening.
The D-Day invasion began with a dangerous night attack by American
and British paratroopers who were dropped behind enemy lines to
soften up the German troops and to secure vital targets.
The American 101st and 82nd U.S. Airborne Divisions, departing
from Portland Bill on the English coast, were dropped on the Cherbourg
peninsula, France. The objective of the 101st "Screaming Eagles"
was to capture the inland ends of the causeways which led from
the beach; to capture or destroy the bridges and a lock on the
River Douve, and so protect the southward flank of the area; and
to form a defensive line towards the north. The 82nd "All American,"
landing farther inland, was to drop on both sides of the River
Merderet, a small tribuary of the Douve. It was to capture the
town of Sainte-Mére-Eglise and so cut the main road and railway
from Carentan to Cherbourg; and to capture intact two bridges
across the Merdere and a wide area beyond it, which could be used
by the seaborne forces in a westward drive to cut the peninsula
itself. Although the airborne divisions fulfilled their general
role of protecting the landing on UTAH, their successes, with
one exception, were not so quick or so spectacular.
Heavy fog and German guns proved formidable challenges and the
pilots were unable to drop the paratroopers precisely as planned.
The 101st Division suffered great losses. Only one sixth of the
men reached their destination points. The first regiment of the
82nd Division fared better, but the second regiment suffered heavy
supply losses -- much of the division was left without sufficient
arms. Still, both divisions managed to form smaller improvised
squads, and organized themselves to wage a fight. By 0430, the
82nd had captured the town of Ste-Mere-Eglise.
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Dawn of D-Day: The American Air Drop |
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Müller and his companion stood there and watched them, with awe
and with a certain admiration for an army and airforce which could
launch an attack of such majestic size. |
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Edwin Müller - Azeville, Cherbourg
In the peninsula of Cherbourg, the German 709th Infantry Division
had been waiting for a year, scattered in farms and villages along
thirty miles of the channel coast and in the countryside behind
it. It was a force without much pride or much cohesion. It had
been formed eighteen months before, with a core of German veterans
from the Russian front and a large proportion of more or less
unwilling conscripts. Of course, it was far from typical of the
German Army: but the German Army, defending Hitlers vast perimeter,
and weakened by its losses in Russia and Africa, was stretched
too far and was forced to use motley divisions like this to man
the static defences of the Atlantic Wall.
The whole division knew that invasion was coming, and knew there
was a chance it might come on their stretch of the coast. Probably
very few of them thought they could stop it if it came, with the
weapons and organisation they possessed. They were given pep-talks
by their brigade commanders, aimed not at increasing their faith
in themselves, but at persuading them that they could count on
good support. They were told that the coastal artillery batteries
were powerful enough to control the whole shore, and that secret
weapons existed which would not be used unless an invasion came,
but then would destroy it before it reached the land. Some of
them - but only some - believed this.
These unhappy men, divided against each other, far from their
homes in an alien land among resentful people, were scattered
as usual in their posts and billets on the night of the 5th of
June, with no suspicion that their doom was already approaching;
for nobody had warned them.
About midnight an air-raid alert was sounded in their district.
That was nothing unusual. There had been one already, earlier
in the evening, which had only lasted for half an hour; and indeed
there had not been many nights in the past few weeks without a
warning. It was merely a nuisance. But in one section of an infantry
platoon, stationed on a farm south-east of the town of Montebourg,
a soldier named Edwin Müller began to wonder whether something
more than an ordinary air-raid might be brewing, because there
seemed to be so many aircraft overhead, and because some of them
were showing lights. Soon after midnight, an order was passed
round to fall in on the road and march to a village called Azeville.
Few of them had ever been to Azeville, although it was their battalion
headquarters.
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All of a sudden the whole night sky to the south and west was
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The order surprised them, but it also reassured htem. On exercises
in the past, they had always carried blank ammunition in their
rifles and the pouches of their equipment; their live ammunition
was stowed in their haversacks. They had always supposed they
would know the real thing when it came because they would get
the order to load live rounds. But nobody gave them the order
that night, so they set out on their m arch with blanks still
in their rifles, believing the whold thing was another boring
and ill-timed exercise.
The first shock and disillusionment came on the outskirts of Azeville.
They were shot at from the churchyard in the middle of the village,
and the ammunition was unquestionably live.The whole platoon dropped
into ditches beside the road, and without waiting for order they
delved in their haversacks and reloaded their pouches and guns;
and then, led on by their NCOs, they crept forward by devious
routes to surround the churchyard. An eerie battle of hide and
seek began against the unknown enemy hidden among the gravestones.
Men with their nerves on edge fired at any shadow which seemed
to move or to have a human shape: and sometimes the shadows returned
their fire. Very slowly, from grave to grave, the Germans crawled
in towards the church. As they closed their ranks, dark figures
dashed out between them and escaped, and the firing died away;
but by the porch a man was lying dead: and Müller, looking down
at him, recognised the equipment of an American parachutist and
knew the day had come.
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Events moved swiftly in Azeville after that, towards a dawn which
Müller was to remember with horror all his life. The platoon was
posted round the village to defend it, under the disadvantage
that the men had never seen the place in daylight and did not
know their way about it.. Müller and another man were placed at
a garden gate in a hedge and told to keep watch; and peering nervously
over that gate; entirely ignorant of what they might expect, they
witnessed a spectacle which they had never imagined at all: for
all of a sudden the whole night sky to the south and west was
filled with uncountable parachutes.
Müller and his companion stood there and watched them, with awe
and with a certain admiration for an army and airforce which could
launch an attack of such majestic size. They believed from the
moment they saw it that they were beaten; for the force and efficiency
which they knew must lie behind it were far beyond anything they
had ever experienced in their inferior division. Some of the parachutists
drifting down were within an easy rifle shot, but the two Germans,
inexperienced as they were in total war, were held spellbound
by an instinctive feeling that it was undair to shoot a man on
a parachute. So they simply watched them come to earth.
Extracted from Dawn of D-Day by David Howarth |
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Parachute Training
Briand Beaudin
508th Parachute Infantry Regiment, U.S. 82nd Airborne Division
I spent four years in ROTC at Georgetown Medical School and was
graduated as a physician and first lieutenant on May 25, 1942.
On August 13, 1943, I was inducted in the U.S. Army as a first
lieutenant and given orders to report to Carlisle Barracks in
Pennsylvania for six weeks of military medical training, to be
followed by reporting to the 97th Infantry Division at Camp Swift
in Bastrop, Texas.
After four weeks at Carlisle Barracks, a paratroop medical officer
with rank of captain appeared at all our classes. He informed
us that the parachute troops were looking for volunteers and invited
us all to a meeting that night, where the concept of parachute
troops would be explained and jump paraphernalia would be shown,
as well as an up-to-date training film. About four hundred medics
showed up that evening. After the talk and viewing of the equipment,
about three hundred were left. After the film, only twelve were
present. Of these twelve, after physical exams, I was one of four
who were chosen.
I had volunteered for three reasons. First, I had always had a
serious fear of heights, even to the point of walking to the center
of the road if there was a precipice or waterfalls along the sidewalk--especially
on a bridge! Second, the extra hundred dollars a month sounded
very good. Third, there was a matter of pride, and the knowledge
that this training would cure me of my fears--or kill me.
On the Friday night of my third training week, a plane's propeller
dropped off and the C-47 crashed, killing all passengers. I was
determined after that that when my turn came for a night jump
a week later, I would sit in my normal position across from the
door, and if the motors began to fail, I would immediately jump
out the door.
When I received my parachute wings I wrote to my parents, who
learned for the first time that I had been at Fort Benning to
get parachute training. I was made assistant battalion surgeon
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Parachute Assault Training, 1944
Edward Boccafogli
508th Parachute Infantry Regiment,U.S. 82nd Airborne Division
We trained very hard in preparation for the Normandy invasion.
The people in Nottingham treated us pretty well. The food was
not too good but the beer wasn't bad and also, naturally, the
girls. We were billeted in tents in Nottingham--the Robin Hood
village, and while we were there, naturally, it was cold weather,
and we took some of the leaves off the trees, which eventually
the United States had to pay for. Coal was very scarce, and it
was very cold at night. But we trained hard and made a few extra
jumps. Then eventually word started to get around that it was
getting close to the invasion.
On June 4, we got word and we knew that the thing was going to
come off. We knew that it was going to be very, very tough. Most
of us were actually writing letters home, and many of the letters
were censored, and naturally they wouldn't get to the United States
until after the invasion.
We were transferred over to Folkingham Aerodrome, and there we
were billeted in the hangars and in the tents, and then we got
more equipment. The equipment that we had received at that time
was grenades and--my God, we had everything. We had .30-caliber
ammunition, and plenty of it. Four grenades per man, four bandoleers
of ammunition, a Gammon grenade, two pounds of TNT, blasting caps,
one land mine, Mae West, knife, bayonet, four K-rations, helmet,
parachute, and spare, and then the musette bag. I think it all
weighed somewhere around eighty pounds, and that alone took some
of the spunk out of us. |
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