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Welcome back, Chrissie; I hope we will be seeing a lot of each other again! Dear Bundi look see? I could quote the above and have even found you with ease following Haldav's advise and clicking the tiny arrow. Thank you both soo very much I now feel much more at home on the grid. I can even find the Teams - simply by clicking on things. It is all coming back now, I'm learning to navigate again, This is somewhat different from UD and it is true I have been away too long but it's OK now. Thank you to you two gentlemen again. It is a bit like playing hide and seek. ![]() |
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Thank you, bionicle3112, for your contribution. This string is for personal diaries and views of history, and much as I am happy to receive your postings, I feel you could reach a bigger audience in "This Day in History". Monday, 19th June 1944 The weather was drying up and the mud was beginning to cake. Now we practiced loading the truck and doing all those other things that we could only rehearse under field conditions. I was not sure that we did have our own truck, cookhouse or field equipment at this stage. We might have been using Army or Group transport, loading with equipment on loan from 21 Army Group, as the big storms that nearly wrecked the Mulberry harbours were happening now. Also, our drivers, sign painters, Don R and cooks had not yet arrived. Sorry, completly the wrong place your right, he ho, will leave it now, pehaps I will come back and post something more relevant |
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Thursday, 22nd June 1944
----------------------------------------Many years later, I read (in Alexander McKee's book, "CAEN anvil of victory") that even I (Intelligence) group did not know the plans for our first battle; presumably, only O (Orders) group knew that the other divisions and independent brigades that would be involved were not yet in Normandy. Ain't the internet marvellous! Chrissie snds me a message at 1.16 a.m. and I get it at 3.18 p.m. the previous day after it has travelled nearly half way round the world! That's two minutes minus 10 hours of earthly rotation, which is still marvellous - if we could tell it to our grandparents (or even our parents in some cases) they would think we were either lying or crazy! [Edit 1 times, last edit by Former Member at Jun 22, 2008 9:50:11 AM] |
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Friday, 23rd June 1944
Then came a series of apparently random, useless, moves between the central and eastern sectors. These were what military historians call "marches and counter-marches", designed either to fool the enemy into making similar redistributions of force - or maybe to leave a few empty fields in the central sector to be filled by our artillery. Captain Deere decided that he did not want us to salute him all day. Under field conditions, one salute per day was enough. We were now up to strength, as the rest of the unit arrived last night. Sure enough, the storms had caused the delay, and the drivers told us about the Mulberry harbours and the damage they had sustained. Now we had our own 3 tonners, 15 cwt., water bowser and field kitchen; also our own motorcycle and Don R, we could arrange the loading of our transport for maximum comfort and efficiency, with the aid of our own drivers and cooks. Saturday, 23rd June 1945 15th Scottish Division Opera House now presented a grand performance of music from the best of classical operas, by the Schwerin Opera Company. I, in the front stalls again, noticed that the sopranos and contraltos were singing to the gallery. This was where the civilians were. The tenors and basses were singing to us in the stalls. The programme would go into my scrapbook. |
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Saturday, 24th June 1944
The time scale has gone wrong somewhere; I knew it would. Whatever else happened we had our last glimpse of Ouistreham on this day and the unremembered bits are probably not worth recording. There were only two kinds of weather in Normandy that year - dust or mud - and we seem to have been using the dust to mislead the enemy. Later there would be big signs on all the exposed lateral routes "DUST BRINGS SHELLS" Sunday, 24th June 1945 I packed my office and my kit; joined the C.O. the last of the cooks, and Henry Dorfman who drove us in the last truck, a fifteen hundredweight, back to Rohlstorf. The Officers had arranged an amateur concert and I acted as dresser to the officer to whom I had given the handcuffs. His black clothing had numerous strands of black cotton attached and one pocket held those handcuffs. Now I assisted him in giving a display of legerdemain and escapism to the unit. |
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Sunday, 25th June 1944
----------------------------------------We didn't know where we we’re going or where we were when we arrived. I still do not know. I tried to find the place many years later and failed. We were in a wheat field with a small stream meandering on the south side and a road on the west side with woods beyond. Another soldier (Atkins, I think, the one who "borrowed" my kit during the landing), and I, took this first opportunity to have a bath in the brook. Afterwards, Driver Dorfman and I, together with other Jewish members of the Brigade, were invited to the 6th Royal Scots' encampment in the woods for an eve of battle service, conducted by their M.O., Capt. Myer Makin* of Liverpool, one of whose relatives was married to my Aunt Betsy*. * Real names. I have disguised thhe names of living persons. Wikipaedia states: A preliminary attack, Operation Martlet, was launched on June 25 by the 49th (West Riding) Infantry Division of XXX Corps, to secure ground on the flank of the intended advance. The attack gained some ground but the weather was still foul and the attackers were hampered by muddy ground and lack of air support. Some dominating terrain on the right flank of the intended attack by VIII Corps was still in German hands. Nevertheless, to be certain of anticipating any German attack the main attack was launched on June 26 . Although held up on parts of the front by infantry of 12th SS Panzer Division Hitlerjugend, the 15th (Scottish) Infantry Division and the 31st Armoured Brigade gained four miles on their left flank. Further to their left the 43rd (Wessex Infantry Division also gained ground. [Edit 1 times, last edit by Former Member at Jun 25, 2008 10:15:05 AM] |
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Monday, 26th June 1944 – Day one, Operation Epsom
We rose at dawn; off to St. Croix Grand Ton to have breakfast and pick up our other truck, driver, stretchers, field Medical Panniers, seven man ration packs, petrol burning field cooker and extra canvas and poles for building a C.C.P. (Casualty Collecting Post). Off again, through Bretteville l'Orgeilleuse with its ruined church tower, which the Germans had used as a sniper post, past the railway station and into a field, where we set up a C.C.P. Then the guns start to roar. There were seven hundred of them, including the guns of H.M.S. Rodney and Nelson, and the casualties, mostly from mines and snipers, started rolling in. Ask not how many, or what sort of injuries - the only one I still remember was the first one. He hobbled in between two comrades, with a useless right leg and his right eye hanging down on his cheek. My immediate reaction was to alert the rest of the company by shouting "shop!” which might have been inappropriate, but it worked. As the day wore on, Gerry's "moaning Minnies" (minnenwerfers) came into action and as the explosions came closer, everyone dove into the nearest slit trench, which, in my case, was that of "Tommy" Atkins. Tommy was somewhat peeved and asked, "Would you jump into my grave as quickly?" Much of the time the sky was full of our aircraft, with their brilliant black and white "Zebra" stripes. When the one and only enemy plane came over, trust it to catch me with my pants down - well everyone had to use the latrine at some time! Day 1; afternoon At Norrey-en-Bessin we had a change of organisation. Instead of Capt. Deere we now had Capt. Kilpack*, who had no use for a batman, so L/C Will Farmer lost his stripe and became part of a flying squad to deal with casualties while the rest of the company were on the move. This would give the company time to dig in and cover the C.C.P. with the extra canvas in the form of a penthouse. Mr. Coe, the S.B.O. took charge of the main platoon in the absence of the flying squad. This consisted of the 15 cwt truck, with Dr. Kilpack*, Driver Dorfman, Scotty Barnett (the company clerk), Will Farmer, Eddy Jackson, Tommy Fleming* and me, with 2 stretchers, one field medical pannier, one small cooker, lots of blankets and a seven man one day wooden crated ration pack. The wood and nails of this had to be carefully preserved. Our experience at Bretteville told us we would need it for making wooden crosses, etc. *real names, R.I.P. Now we carried on to St Mauvieux to merge with the rest of the company. No need to worry about making dust - it had started to rain again, and we had to use our anti-gas capes to keep the rain out of our slit trenches. The C.C.P. was O.K. - the new penthouse kept most of the rain out of it, but that night I tied my ground sheet around myself in case I woke up to find the slit trench flooded. I also left my boots outside and covered them with my battle bowler. From then on, I found it convenient to improvise a bedroll like this whenever on the move. |
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Tuesday, 27th June 1944, Day two of Operation Epsom
----------------------------------------We were off at dawn to St. Mauvieux cross-roads, the whole company in one small convoy. Every little junction along the way had a Calvary and some of the roads still had evidence of having been tree lined, but the trees were bare - partly because the infantry had been firing into those that still had leaves, to get rid of snipers. Our vehicles now had saw-toothed rods welded vertically to their bonnets. It seemed the enemy had been stringing wires across the roads at neck level to decapitate our M.P.s and Don R’s. As at Bretteville and Norrey-en-Bessin, most of what we do this rainy day at the cross roads would (mercifully) be forgotten. There is, however, a vague memory of Capt. Kilpack trying out his double penthouse. This was strung between two three tonners carefully parked the right distance apart with a sunken work area by each truck - one for the C.C.P. and the other (I think) to keep the cookhouse dry. It was here too, that the burial squad decide not to dig too deeply as someone would need to dig up all the bodies again for reburial in consecrated ground. Having been a Trooper, I was called on to assist the burial squad by helping design a Star of David for the temporary grave of Trooper Benjamin*, of Leeds. Years later, I found the permanent grave, just around the corner, in a War Graves Commission cemetery on the Vire road. *real name – afternoon of day 2 of Operation Epsom after packing up, we started travelling in company convoy, a few yards down the country lane to the Vire road, turned right and left again past open fields full of dead cows. The stench was even worse than that of burnt cordite alone, but the countryside showed signs of beauty. We were now part of an endless convoy of mixed infantry, artillery, engineers and ordnance (which we now call "logistics"). This was one-way, fortunately, as the few returning vehicles had to give right of way at times. Even so, we frequently snarled up, especially at the half-ruined village of Cheux, where the axes of at least two divisions crossed, under a hail of enemy fire. At the T-junction, a redcap was directing traffic by standing in the middle of the cross roads, ignoring the shells falling around him. We learnt later that he was one of a series of army cops at that junction, including at least three casualties. We learnt, too, that tracked vehicles exacerbated the situation by using the junction, rather than crossing the fields, which might still have mines. The M.P. directed us to the left, out of the village and we set up in a field. The shelling continued while we erected the penthouse, which I illuminated with Tilly storm lamps and hurricane lamps, as the hazy sun was now setting. We worked on through the night . . . Meanwhile, says Wikipaedia, after repulsing small armoured counter-attacks, the 15th (Scottish) Infantry Division gained more ground and captured a bridge over the River Odon. The 11th Armoured Division passed through to capture Hill 112, a mile to the southeast. This deep penetration alarmed the German command and Hausser was ordered to commit his units to contain and eliminate the Allied salient. The German command was in some disarray, as General Dollmann, commanding the German Seventh Army died of a heart attack immediately after ordering Hausser to mount the counter-attack and Field Marshals Rommel and von Rundstedt were en route to a conference with Adolf Hitler and out of touch with their headquarters. [Edit 1 times, last edit by Former Member at Jun 27, 2008 6:14:28 AM] |
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Tuesday, 27th June 1944, Day two of Operation Epsom
We were off at dawn to St. Mauvieux cross-roads, the whole company in one little convoy. Every little junction along the way had a Calvary and some of the roads still had evidence of having been tree lined, but the trees were bare - partly because the infantry had been firing into those that still had leaves, to get rid of snipers. Our vehicles now had saw-toothed rods welded vertically to their bonnets. It seemed the enemy had been stringing wires across the roads at neck level to decapitate our M.P.s and Don R’s. As at Bretteville and Norrey-en-Bessin, most of what we do this rainy day at the cross roads would (mercifully) be forgotten. There is, however, a vague memory of Capt. Kilpack trying out his double penthouse. This was strung between two three tonners carefully parked the right distance apart with a sunken work area by each truck - one for the C.C.P. and the other (I think) to keep the cookhouse dry. It was here too, that the burial squad decided not to dig too deeply as the Imperial War Graves Commission would need to disinter all the bodies for reburial in consecrated ground. I was called on to assist the ghoul squad by helping design a Star of David for the temporary grave of Trooper Benjamin*, of Leeds. Years later, I found the permanent grave, just around the corner, in a Commonwealth War Graves Commission cemetery on the Vire road. *real name – afternoon of day 2 of Operation Epsom after packing up, we started travelling in company convoy, a few yards down the country lane to the Vire road, turned right and left again past open fields full of dead cows. The stench was even worse than that of burnt cordite alone, but the countryside showed signs of beauty. We were now part of an endless convoy of mixed infantry, artillery, engineers and ordnance (which we now call "logistics"). This was one-way, fortunately, as the few returning vehicles had to give right of way at times. Even so, we frequently snarled up, especially at the half-ruined village of Cheux, where the axes of at least two divisions crossed, under a hail of enemy fire. At the T-junction, an M.P. was directing traffic by standing in the middle of the cross roads, ignoring the shells falling around him. We learnt later that he was one of a series of army cops at that junction, including at least three casualties. We learnt, too, that tracked vehicles exacerbated the situation by using the junction, rather than crossing the fields, which might still have mines. The M.P. directed us to the left, out of the village and we set up in a field. The shelling continued while we erected the penthouse, which I illuminated with Tilly storm lamps and hurricane lamps, as the hazy sun was now setting. We worked on through the night . . . Meanwhile, says Wikipaedia, after repulsing small armoured counter-attacks, the 15th (Scottish) Infantry Division gained more ground and captured a bridge over the River Odon. The 11th Armoured Division passed through to capture Hill 112, a mile to the southeast. This deep penetration alarmed the German command and Hausser was ordered to commit his units to contain and eliminate the Allied salient. The German command was in some disarray, as General Dollmann, commanding the German Seventh Army died of a heart attack immediately after ordering Hausser to mount the counter-attack and Field Marshals Rommel and von Rundstedt were en route to a conference with Adolf Hitler and out of touch with their headquarters. |
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