Tighe: Invaders rush up Norman shore in storm of steel from sea and air
British and Canadians at Bernières-sur-Mer protected by huge force of warships, bombers and fighters
By Desmond Tighe, Reuters correspondent
Aboard a British destroyer, off Bernières-sur-Mer, France – (June 6)
Guns are belching flames from more than 600 Allied warships. Thousands of bombers are roaring overhead and fighters are weaving in and out of the clouds as the invasion of Western Europe begins.
Rolling clouds of dense black and gray smoke cover the beaches southeast of Le Havre as the full fury of the invasion force is unleashed on the German defenses. We are standing some 8,000 yards off the beaches of Bernières-sur-Mer and from the bridge of this little destroyer I can see vast numbers of naval craft of all types.
The air is filled with the continuous thunder of broadsides and the crash of bombs. Great spurts of flame come up from the beaches in long snake-like ripples as shells ranging from four to 16 inches find their marks. In the past ten minutes, more than 2,000 tons of high-explosive shells have gone down on the beachhead.
At 7:25 a.m., through glasses, I could see the first wave of assault troops touching down on the water’s edge and fanning up the beach. Battleships and cruisers were steaming up and down drenching the beaches ahead of the troops with withering broadsides. The guns flashed and great coils of yellow cordite smoke curled into the air. Great assault vessels were standing out to sea in their hundreds and invasion craft were being lowered like beetles from the davits and heading toward the shore in long lines. They were crammed with troops, tanks, guns and armored fighting vehicles of all types.
Constant fighter cover
Fighters kept up a constant patrol protecting this great invasion fleet. Spitfires and Airacobras streamed overhead below cloud level. So far there has been no enemy air opposition at all.
The invasion fleet came over to the shores of northwestern France unmolested. Just ahead of us lay the little town of Bernières-sur-Mer; we could see the spire of the belfry rising out of the swirling smoke.
Some German shore batteries opened up on us, but their fire was ineffective and ragged. Away on our port beam, a destroyer had a dingdong duel with one battery, and great coils of water rose around her as the German gunners tried to find their mark.
Other destroyers were streaking up and down close inshore protecting the landing troops and plugging shore batteries with shells. the gunfire was so terrific that we were deafened.
The plans for the invasion allowed for four separate phases: landings by airborne troops and paratroopers in the rear; a tremendous full-scale night bombing by the Royal Air force on the landing beaches; a sea bombardment by more than 600 battleships, cruisers, monitors and destroyers, and finally a daybreak bombing attack by the full strength of the U.S. Army Air Forces just after dawn and before the initial landings went in.
As we plunged through the Channel on the last stages of our trip late last night, we heard the roar of plane engines as wave after wave of airborne troops passed overhead. It was just after 4:00 a.m. when we reached a position some 18 miles off France. The night bombing was in full swing, and from that distance we could see enormous blood-red explosions and hear the rumble of bursting bombs.
Diary of invasion kept
What followed is described by the diary kept on the bridge. It was cold and, wrapped in duffle coats and thick mufflers, we watched the dawn come in and the invasion start in all its intensity. The times are British Double Summer Time.
5:07 a.m.: Lying eight miles from the lowering position for invasion.
5:20 a.m.: In the gray dawn the great shapes of innumerable assault ships appear smudgily on our starboard beam.
5:27 a.m.: The night bombing has ceased and the great naval bombardment begins. The wind is high and from our position we can hear little sound.
5:33 a.m.: We move in slowly and the coastline becomes a thin smudge of gray.
5:36 a.m.: Cruisers open fire on our starboard bow. We can now recognize the Belfast and the Mauritius. They are firing tracers and we see the shells curving in a high trajectory toward the shore.
5:45 a.m.: The big assault ships start lowering their boats, crowded with troops. There are at least 1,000 ships of all sizes in our sector. The naval bombardment intensifies.
The big battleships join. On our port bow, we see HMS Warspite, the Old Lady of Salerno fame, belching fire from her 15-inch guns. The Orion, the Mauritius and the Black Prince are belting away with all they have. Fleet destroyers are darting around us.
5:50 a.m.: I saw the first flash from a German shore battery. Above us we hear the sweet drone of our fighter cover. The sky is cloudy but has a fairly high ceiling. Four Spitfires pass overhead. So far not one German plane has put in an appearance, but it is early. It appears that we have taken the Germans by surprise.
Minesweepers pull away
5:55 a.m.: On our port beam, I can see a thin line of stout tank landing craft heading toward the shore. Gray minesweepers that have been close in shore sweeping are returning.
6:00 a.m.: The coast is clearly visible. German batteries are opening fire spasmodically. The cruisers continue to belt away, taking on shore targets. One of Britain’s brand-new Captain-class frigates passes. The bombardment continues and by now big fires are burning ashore. Clouds of black smoke rise hundreds of feet into the air.
6:30 a.m.: The whole invasion fleet is now waiting just seven miles offshore.
6:50 a.m.: The destroyers are now close in on the shore, bombarding any target that they can see. A string of tank landing craft passes us. The troops wave. Weather is growing worse, the sky is turning grey and big clouds are coming up. Spitfires and Airacobras roar over.
The first wave of Fortresses – their wings gleam through small patches of clouds. Mostly they are invisible. The roar of the Fortress engines, coupled with the shriek of bombs and the crashing of shells is terrific. The coastline is by now covered with palls of smoke. One pattern of bombs flattens out the beach section opposite our destroyer. An inferno of battleships, cruisers, monitors and destroyers are giving the Germans all they’ve got. It is by now quite light. I can see the spire of the Bernières belfry. We are 900 yards from the shore and still closing. The town is covered the smoke. Buildings appear to be smashed and crumpled. Now 800 yards offshore.
The first wave of landing craft has reached the shore. I see them touch down. Red tracers from close-range enemy weapons are searing across the beach. Men leap out of the craft and move forward. Tanks follow them. By now, everything is an inferno. The Fortresses have moved their bombing behind the beachhead and continue to plaster the Germans. One little destroyer on our port beam starts a duel with a shore battery. I see splashes from the German shells as they fall wide of the mark. We move out on patrol.