Mosley: ‘Chutists silenced coast guns six hours before invasion
By Leonard Mosley
Behind the Atlantic Wall, France (UP) – (June 6)
I parachuted into Europe at two minutes past 1:00 a.m. today, six and a half hours before seaborne forces began their invasion of France and I have experienced a lot since then.
I was near the shore hiding from a Nazi patrol as I watched the first Allied forces go ashore from the sea at 7:15. I have seen a few thousand paratroops and glider-borne troops whom I nominate now as the bravest most tenacious men I have ever known hold a bridgehead against Hitler’s armies for over 16 hours despite overwhelming odds. I believe the things they have done are almost solely and completely responsible for the great success the invasion has had in this sector.
There is a helluva battle going on here as I write and bullets and mortar bombs, not to mention a couple of snipers, are producing conditions in my vicinity not conducive to consecutive thinking. My typewriter got a bad bashing when I rolled on it after a hard landing when I parachuted into France with it strapped to my chest.
Job to silence coast gun
Our job was to silence a vital coastal battery which, if still in operation, might have blown our ships to bits as they came in to shore. We silenced it. Our other just as vital job was to secure two important bridges over a canal and river north of Caen to prevent their being blown up and to hold them against all comers until the main armies arrived.
We’re still holding there and they’re still intact.
This story began in a great black bomber C for Charlie on the biggest airfield in Britain. There were Lancashiremen, Yorkshiremen and Northumbrians In the “stick” of paratroopers. Preceding them by half an hour were gliders and planes of paratroopers who were going to make a do-or-die attempt to take those vital bridges. The gliders were going to crash themselves on the buttresses of the bridges and then aided by paratroops were to capture the bridges and surrounding land.
Aim to prevent counterattacks
It was our job to come in a half-hour later to “infest” the whole area for 100 miles around to prevent the Nazis from counterattacking. The general had said the other day:
Only a fool would invade in bad weather and on a heavily-guarded stretch of enemy territory like this. Well, I am going to do it.
Our plane, third in the formation, headed for France. We doodled for an hour, then from the pilot came the signal. “Up hook your chutes.” It was five minutes to 1:00 when the light snapped off and a hold in the plane opened. Under it we could see the coast of France. A garish sight it was, for flak from the coast defenses was spurting flame everywhere.
A light flashes green and we are all madly shuffling down the hole into space. The tremendous roar of the slipstream, and then the blissful peace of the soft night as your chute develops. But this time we were not going down to a safe landing on the dropping ground, but to enemy territory covered with poles and holes and thick with enemy looking for us.
Lands in orchard
I came down in an orchard outside a farmhouse. As I stood up with my harness off and wiped sweat off my brown-painted face, I knew I was hopelessly lost. Dare I go to the farmhouse? Suddenly there was a rip and a tear in my flapping jumping smock, and I flung myself to the ground as a machine gun rattled. There were two more smashing explosions – hand grenades this time.
I dived through a bunch of nettles and fought my way through a tangle of barbed wire into the next field and began to run at a crouch. Then suddenly at the other end, there were two figures. They were coming toward me and were carrying guns.
There was a crash of gunfire and both men crumpled not 15 yards from me. Into the field stealthily came five men to challenge me, and I was with our own paratroopers again.
Nazis taken by surprise
With a counterattack developing against this headquarters, this is no moment to write too long about what followed. For two weary hours, we wandered through the countryside. We shot up a Nazi car speeding down a lane. Just after 3:00 a.m., we made our rendezvous. I dropped my heavy equipment and made my way to the bridges.
Here the battle had ceased. Both the river and canal spans were in our hands and firmly held. Only beyond in the west country could tracers be seen and the noise of battle heard as we beat back Nazi counterattacks.
But the situation was grim. There was no doubt of that when I got to headquarters. We had taken the Nazis by surprise, but they knew what was happening now and we could expect their tanks at any moment at the bridgehead quarters in a copse overlooking the river Orne.
Equipment arrives
At 20 minutes past 3:00 a.m., every paratrooper breathed a sigh of relief as he heard bombers coming in slow, towing gliders. We watched them unhook and dive steeply for earth. We saw one caught by ack-ack fire and fly around for three or four minutes a great ball of flame. We heard the crunch of breaking matchwood as gliders bounced on rocks and careened into still-undestroyed poles.
It was hard to restrain an impulse to cheer for out of every glider were pouring jeeps and anti-tank guns and field guns. We knew if the Nazis came now, we could hold.
A glow began to appear in the eastern sky and there was a roaring that grew to a thunderous roll that never stopped. We knew the climax phase of the invasion was approaching. Here were bombers swarming like bees to give the Nazi defenses their last softening. We were about two miles away, but the shudder of explosions lifted us from the ground.
As dawn came, I moved nearer the coast. Wrecked gliders littered fields and orchards. I saw a shape in a tree. It was a man who jumped before me in our stick but he was beyond help. The ripped body of a young Nazi nearby showed he hadn’t died unavenged.
Once patrols were a few yards from us but we dodged them and reached high ground overlooking the coast. Under cover of naval ships, invasion barges were coming in, firing.
We shook hands in knowledge that the invasion at long last had begun. Since that time, we have heard little of that invasion because ours has continued to be largely a private war. The Nazi reply to our arrival was infiltration into our positions with armored cars, mobile guns and hordes of snipers.