McMillan: Tanks secondary to infantrymen who lead way
By Richard D. McMillan
With British forces in France (UP) –
“This is a new kind of fighting,” an infantry major told me today as I completed a dawn tour of the British fighting front south of the Bayeux-Caen road.
This country is so thickly wooded and cut up into so many hedge-rimmed meadows that it is necessary for the infantry to go in first and locate the German gun posts and snipers, after which the tanks open fire and clean out the pockets of resistance.
The days of “naval battles on land” according to the North African desert pattern, with fleets of tanks cruising freely and maneuvering for favorable position, are gone, I discovered. Here the tank is merely a mobile, protected cannon which waddles up and plugs a few heavy shells into the German nests when the infantry can’t get through.
Most of the fighting is being done in the country lanes and hedgerows where the British Tommies are learning to stalk the Hun like an American Indian. The trick is to make the German expose himself without getting killed yourself. Since the German only reveals his position when he shoots, this is a neat art.
Gorrell: U.S. troops hunt Nazis like dogs seeking rats
By Henry T. Gorrell
With U.S. assault troops outside Carentan, France (UP) – (June 11, delayed)
The Germans have thrown their most fanatical troops and one of their most fearsome weapons – a 32-centimeter, multiple-barreled rocket gun – into the defense of Carentan, but today U.S. assault troops were digging them out of their concrete pillboxes like terriers going in after rats.
This is a key town on the Cherbourg-Paris railroad and it controls floodgates affecting acres of lowlands across which Allied troops are fighting. Field Marshal Karl Gerd von Rundstedt has garrisoned it with crack paratroopers, the same stripe of wild-eyed young Nazis who defended Cassino to the last ditch.
These paratroops rejected an ultimatum to surrender and now picked assault troops have gone in against their pillboxes. I watched doughboys going into the outskirts from a hilltop which I reached in a captured German caterpillar motorbike driven by Chaplain Raymond S. Half of Lynn, Massachusetts, who jumped with U.S. paratroopers on D-Day and has been up near the frontline ever since helping move out casualties under enemy fire.
German gunners cut loose
The Germans were firing from concrete pillboxes, often pinning the men down in ditches where the water was knee-high. To the murderous cackle of their pandaus, machine pistols and mortars was added the scream of the rocket gun. The projectiles came over with an unearthly scream and descended as though aimed at the back of your neck with a sound like a giant pig whistle.
After the Germans refused to surrender, artillery began to weed out their emplacements one by one. Carentan has been under siege since 1:00 p.m. Saturday when doughboys captured four bridges over canals on this side of Carentan.
Moving up toward this front, I watched a column of G.I.s marching in double file at each side of the road to meet the Germans. They moved past wrecks of German gun carriers in which the blasted bodies of the crews still sprawled grotesquely, past scores of dead German infantrymen lying at the roadside where they had fallen, with never a second look.
Their eyes were fixed forward – toward the battle – and their faces were grim with anticipation. A bunch of German rockets came over with an ungodly scream and my jangled nerves vibrated. But the plodding infantrymen didn’t seem to hear. They just marched along looking straight ahead. They’ve had so much noise out to them since D-Day that they’re immune to terror.