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This morning I got into a chat with an older guy at the home center, and noticed he was wearing a WWII vet's hat. I asked him about the war, and ended up having an amazing converstation.
This man had landed on Omaha beach on D-Day, as a medic. He stayed on the beach all day, pinned down and tending to wounded. On their particular sector of the beach there was only one road leading inland, and it was well-protected by German guns high on some bluffs. As of 1630 that afternoon they had not been able to move, and were in danger of being pushed back into the sea. Just about then, he said, two big Navy ships arrived off shore and laid heavy bombardment on the bluffs, which silenced the guns and let the trapped units advance.
This man said that he had learned more about D-Day from books and movies than he did from being there, because in that hellish environment your whole world shrank to the size of the cover you could find, and he had no idea what was going on even a few yards away. Also, he was totally absorbed by treating the wounded and trying to stay alive.
They finally got off the beach, and he lasted forty days in the hedgerows before being wounded himself. He said that the fighting was totally confused, with no discernible front line, and frequently they took fire from behind them, from ground they had just secured.
I asked him about the air cover, and he said it was outstanding. The only German planes they ever saw were light artillery spotters (whom they nicknamed "Bedcheck Charlie"). They never shot at these planes, because if they missed they gave their position away to the big guns. It must have been demoralizing for the Germans to be continually pounded by allied fighter-bombers, and never see any of their own.
It was a rare privilege to get to talk to this man; there aren't many of his kind left.
This man had landed on Omaha beach on D-Day, as a medic. He stayed on the beach all day, pinned down and tending to wounded. On their particular sector of the beach there was only one road leading inland, and it was well-protected by German guns high on some bluffs. As of 1630 that afternoon they had not been able to move, and were in danger of being pushed back into the sea. Just about then, he said, two big Navy ships arrived off shore and laid heavy bombardment on the bluffs, which silenced the guns and let the trapped units advance.
This man said that he had learned more about D-Day from books and movies than he did from being there, because in that hellish environment your whole world shrank to the size of the cover you could find, and he had no idea what was going on even a few yards away. Also, he was totally absorbed by treating the wounded and trying to stay alive.
They finally got off the beach, and he lasted forty days in the hedgerows before being wounded himself. He said that the fighting was totally confused, with no discernible front line, and frequently they took fire from behind them, from ground they had just secured.
I asked him about the air cover, and he said it was outstanding. The only German planes they ever saw were light artillery spotters (whom they nicknamed "Bedcheck Charlie"). They never shot at these planes, because if they missed they gave their position away to the big guns. It must have been demoralizing for the Germans to be continually pounded by allied fighter-bombers, and never see any of their own.
It was a rare privilege to get to talk to this man; there aren't many of his kind left.