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2018.11.09 17:38 HunterRighteous WW2 Stories 2.& 3.
My name is William Jennings Arnett and I live in West Virginia. I am 84 years old, having been born on July 19th, 1917. I was in the Tank Destroyer Unit, I guess you could call it an Armored Unit, and we were attached to the Fifth Infantry Division, and later on to the 26th Infantry Division during World War II. I would eventually be discharged as a Private First Class, but I had other ranks during my several years of service. However that is the way I was discharged when it came to my service. Most of the training I underwent was in the United States, and then we went to Ireland, from Ireland to England, and from England to France. I was in Normandy, northern France, The Bulge, and Germany, and then on to Czechoslovakia, which was where we were when the war ended. When I went into the Army it was a draft for one year, and I enlisted to get my one year over with… That never happened, for I got it over in five years. I was living in Clarksburg, West Virginia at the time of my service, and I wanted to get that year out of the way so it wouldn't be hanging over my head that I had to leave my job. If you’re asking as to why I picked the Army I had no particular reason. I just did. I had and still don’t have anything against the Navy or Marine Corps, but the Army is just where I went. Anyways, my first three days we were sent to, well, we ended up going to Fort Russell, Texas. It is roughly in the El Paso area. And the first haircut I got was, well, the barber laid a comb, thin comb flat on my head, and then cut everything that was sticking up. He did that with almost everyone that was drafted or joined the service. I knew some people that entered service with me, but they never ended up in the same company I was in, and we were soon separated. At the training camp we were at, it was hot, even in January it was hot, for that Hell was desert country. And the buildings, or barracks were all built of adobe, so they were very cool and nice that way, but the parade ground where all the recruit work was being done was hot and sandy and dusty. I had my fair share of the mess ups which put me on KP duty. Now you might be thinking, “Wasn’t KP duty illegal”, and the answer is yes, by Hell it was, but they did use KP as a punishment duty. It was only issued to you usually if you messed up some way or the other. The only thing I guess I really learned at camp was to load a mobile gun at the orders of a tank commander. That's what they put on my recommendations to take to civilian life, anyway, of what I learned. But I learned generally everything, take all the rifles and machine guns and everything, take them clear apart and put them together again, time and time again. The instructors were very good at their duty. I had one sergeant at our group, he was a bit of a chow hound himself, and when we were on parade and it came time for the noon meal, he would march us down on the field and then leave us at detention, and he would walk over to the door of the mess hall. And he would holler over to us, "fall out." That left him first in line. After camp, we were trained in 155 millimeter Howitzers, and we went with them to fire at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. When we got there, they had a ton of guns. We mainly had a lot of 37 millimeter cannons, and they even handed a handful of rocks to some of us which caused a ton of laughter in our unit. Eventually, when we came back, they decided to turn all the anti-tank companies around and make them into a tank destroyer unit, at which time we were issued half tracks with 75 millimeter guns on them, which we learned to use. After we learned about our new halftracks, we went to Camp Bowie, Texas, in Brownwood, a town of about 5,000, and 15,000 soldiers there, so you figure out how much fun the town was. And we went from there to Camp Pickett, Virginia, where we were trained for landings for when we were going to go to Africa. For some reason or other they called us back and we weren't sent. I never did understand what went on there. And from Picket we went to New York later on, and Fort Dixon, Camp Shanks. And we left there from the Brooklyn Navy Yard, and from there we went to Ireland. When we embarked for Ireland, we were apart of an enormous convoy. There were small aircraft carriers, real small ones, but they were loaded with airplanes all over the deck so they couldn't fly off them. There was a battle ship with them, and I think two cruisers, or three. Also there was a bunch of destroyers. Then all the other ships were oilers, freights, and troop ships. Our ship had about 25,000 soldiers on it and, unfortunately, the motor went out, and, of course, the convoy went on. They can't wait for you. And then we were there overnight worried sick, for we were in the submarine area. However, the next morning they got the motor fixed and we caught up with the convoy, but the motors broke down again and we had another night of the same thing. I began to think then that maybe this wasn't all fun. Just before we reached Ireland, I began looking off the balcony of our vessel at night, and at times I could see torpedoes coming along the side of our ship. Now we knew Northern Ireland was under the control of the British, and we landed at Belfast. Most of us were relieved that we were finally in Ireland. We got there in October, and after a real rough North Atlantic crossing, for the North Atlantic in the fall is not the best place to be. And we were there to about April, and from April of '44 we went to England, and we were in England until we went to France for the big invasion of France that we now call D-Day. We landed at Utah Beach, but it was after most of the division was all inland by I'd say maybe ten miles. But from the time we got there, it was about a month before they were able to break out of the bridge-heads, and that was when the Normandy campaign ended, after the breakout. Anyways, when we landed at Utah Beach, we came in pretty close because there wasn't any fighting right on the beach then, it was inland about, oh, maybe five or six miles. Then when we got there, we stayed where we first got off, and we could see there the night like heat lightning, but what it was, was the artillery. And it was continuous, and it was all night long. It didn't worry me any because I knew I would never get hurt. The next day we moved up and into a field. One of those Normandy fields, and there were some cows there. We met the man who owned the farm, he came in and got his two cows out. I said we were not going to steal his milk or anything, so we left them alone. He knew what he was doing, but I didn't know why he was moving them. I found out a little while later when they started showing us. Now the next day was a nice, warm, sunny day. It was fairly quiet in our area, and I was sitting under a tree, didn't have any duty right then. And I heard this shell coming in. And I knew, although I had never heard one before, what it was. And I rolled over on my side and it exploded, and I jumped up to run for a fox hole. Now I didn't know that Germans shot more than one shell at a time, and there was another one right behind it that was covered up from the sound of the first one going off. And when that one exploded, it jarred me real, real bad, and I was completely numb all over. I could not feel anything. And I jumped into the fox hole and I looked down, and the back of my hand was all covered with blood. Since I couldn't feel anything, I had to feel my hand to see where I had been hit, but I couldn't feel any place where it was torn or anything. And I tried to realize that maybe I brushed my hand against my leg, and I felt that leg and I was all right. And then I saw that blood was running off my nose, and that really scared me because I didn't know how much of my face was gone. But I got out of it pretty good. I must say I have never felt more lucky in my life. Now we were usually with the infantry wherever we were assigned a mission, we weren’t at the very front of the infantry, but we were real close to them, and at night there is a tank battalion, as well as a tank destroyer that was assigned to each regiment. The tanks would pull out and go back maybe about three or four miles a night, but whenever they would start their motors up, the Germans would start shelling us, and we had to stay there all night. I thought maybe I would have to get in a tank corps to get out of this stuff, but during that time my request was turned down, so I was still in the tank destroyer unit. Now in combat theory, the tank destroyers were supposed to be largely a defense element against German tanks, but they ended up being exactly what General Patton said, "The only way to fight a tank is with a tank," so we ended up with a regular tank with a 90-millimeter gun on it which is an excellent tank, and much better than the regular tanks that the main armored units were using. After we receive our tanks, we received a symbol for them. It is a tiger or panther biting or eating a tank up. It was a mock go, seek, strike and destroy kind of thing. Now when we went inside those beasts, there were lots of very flammable lines of oil and gasoline, as well as ammunition that's ready to either be fired or blow up. We had both inflammable and armor piercing rounds. It is not a very comfortable place to be. Very warm. It is not very cold in the winter. One of my biggest fears was that the turret hatch was almost always open, and that sometimes caused a little trouble because it was just big enough for a bomb to fall into. Now you might be thinking the bombings of World War II were mostly inaccurate at this time, but we didn’t know what the German bombers were like. Anyways when we crossed the Rhine River, we were out in the middle of the river on one of those pontoon bridges, which was just wide enough for the tracks on your tank, and a German 262 jet bomber came and tried to bomb the bridge out. And I thought, this is a nice place to be in the middle of the Rhine River. But, fortunately, they didn't get us. Once we crossed the Rhine River, the casualties really began to mount. There were several actually, I can't tell you how many. The first soldier was killed by a shell while he was on sentry duty, and he was trying to relieve us for shut eye, but then the shells came down. Everybody was then scared to death, and they didn't know what they are doing. And if you are moving around at night, it is very, very dangerous ‘cause you never know what you are going to run into, and it almost happened to me later on. More casualties occured when we simply went to line up to get our meals. We had our kitchen trucks with us, and that caused us to get pinned in there because we got all in a line to get our mess kits filled, and the shells started coming in. And of course, that was the end of the meal. And the next day we did it again and the same thing happened again. We then decided we would fool the Germans by switching our meal time from 12:00 o'clock, to 11:00, so we got in line and the shells came in again. Now we didn't realize it, but the Germans were watching us, they could see what we were up to. When we got a bunch of guys together, that made the shelling worthwhile, they would let us have it. Now I don't remember too much about meals, but those first couple of nights were one of the few warm meals. They were much better than K rations or C rations. That’s the only thing I remember now about the cooking because we weren't around the kitchen trucks very often, but when they came later on, we went down to the truck to eat, and the cooks and one time the mess sergeant had found a small keg of calvadoes and when we went down, it looked like they had all been shot, they were all down in the back of the truck. And the calvadoes is what they kicked in alcohol to get the drinker easily drunk, so it was dangerous. We had late in the spring of '44 or anyhow, the Fifth Division, of the 15,000 officers and men, there was about a dozen that would be allowed a week's furlough in Paris, and anybody would give his right arm for it. And my platoon lieutenant got one of them, but he found out later on that day that we were going on attack the next morning, and he wouldn't go because he wanted to stay with us, his men, and I’ve admired the man ever since. The lieutenant was a man named Muggy, a young Iowa boy from German parentage. He survived the war, but did have a little nervous spell once. He would have the habit of, if we were going into a small town or something, getting on a hill and look it over, to see what it was before we got in it. One time, he was out looking at one of these towns, and somebody tapped him on the shoulder. It was a German, but instead of killing him, he handed him his rifle and surrendered to him, so Muggy took his gun and went back and put a call in for the MP's to come and get him. He sometimes thought, what if that guy hadn't wanted to surrender? What if he had just stabbed me with a bayonet or a knife? That got him kind of nervous, but overall he was really nice. Anyways most have asked me if I saw many French citizens, and to be honest I hardly ever saw them. If they could, they would leave the area of battle, but we occasionally ran into some a few times. However, the only time I was in real contact with any of them was when I ran into a French man that had escaped from a prisoner of war camp in Reims, France. He asked me, and the crew of our tank where he was in France. He was scared because he needed help to get back home, so we told him where he was and with the information, he managed to go back to his home that day. He invited our tank crew over, for he, and his family, consisting of his friend, his wife, and his brothers who were French soldiers, were having a big party. Now we were sitting there and they were giving us wine and everything, and we were having a ball. We would offer him a cigarette, in which they were very valuable, but he wouldn't take it, but boy, his wife, who wasn't drinking that much, did take it. When we went to leave, two guys from our team got behind me, and I looked at them and said, “Boy, you kiss me on the mouth and you are on the floor.” Of course, they touched cheeks, it was all right. But the rest of the gang wanted to see what happened to me before they tried it. Another time I saw a group, the only time I saw a group of Frenchmen, that had too much to drink. They had one of these wheelbarrows with a long wooden box on it, and they were giving me a sign by drawing their hands across their throats, and saying, "Le boche, le boche." They were going out to bury whatever, or whoever was in the box. Now the only family I had was a sister that I kept in touch with, and a mother. Fortunately, I wasn't married at that time. My mother would get a letter from me, and then they would get one, the next one would be one that I had written before the first one, or she might go two or three weeks and get none at all, and I wrote her every week, but then she might get three or four of them at one time, but she was not very worried about it. As for me, I did feel stressed, but not all the time. An example of why I was stressed is because after a while, one realizes that his chances of survival in this war were getting dimmer all the time, and you do know that you can only be missed so many times. That was probably the main reason why I was stressed. Now when it comes to other letters like newsletters, I didn't see any newspaper people ever. However, we would get a paper occasionally at Stars and Stripes which had three-day old news because they figured after three days you could publish it because the Germans would have known anything by then. Anyways, after we saw the two groups of Frenchmen, we went through Luxembourg, and one of our crew members, a boy from Tennessee to be exact, observed people leaning along the edge of a shop of some kind, but what caught his eye was a sign on the window that read, B-I-E-R, so we knew we were pretty close to Germany. He asked, "Parlez vous Francais? Oui. Have you got any cognac?" So we were close to Germany, and you can picture the excitement we felt as we moved towards the border, but what none of us knew that this was all in the German plan for a “Bulge” counter-attack in which we now know today as the Battle of the Bulge. Now we entered Germany a few days before the opening assault, and were at Sanalater, attached to the Fifth Infantry Division, when the battle broke out. As I read through the Stars and Stripes paper, I found out that soldiers up north of us were really getting pounded. That's when I first realized that The Bulge was a serious attack, and I was feeling sorry for them. At one point, somebody found a deck of cards. We got three other guys to play bridge, so we played in the basement of a wrecked house. There wasn't a whole house in the whole town that was all in one piece. We were down in the basement and the ventilation was very good with lots of light, and we were having a good time playing bridge, until a shell hit just south of us, and then about a half a minute later a shell hit just north of us. It made the observers get the artillery ready, and then target right on, and it is amazing how they were able to retaliate so quickly, for they were bracketed by the shelling. Anyways we kept on playing because there was just no place to go. And I don't think anybody knew what their cards were, but, fortunately, no more shells landed close to the basement we were playing in. We were real lucky, for the rest of the shells that landed were about 100 yards back. The next day we were attached to the 26th Division and headed for the same place there in Luxembourg, and by the time we got to Luxembourg is when all the snow started. We were also linked up with the Fourth Armored Division when we got to Luxembourg, so we were now with two divisions which made our numbers grow extremely high. We did have to sleep in the snow, because we usually like to sleep inside the tank. But when steel gets real cold, it is colder on the outside, and it is warmer laying in snow that it was inside that tank, but we slept under the tanks in the snow. On Christmas day, the officers sent an even amount of turkey up. At the time we were staying inside a house in Luxembourg at the time, and the lady there cooked our turkey from her kitchen, and her family was glad to get rid of it. There were three of us staying in that house because the family had invited us to sleep in there on their floor because it was so cold outside, and we sure did appreciate it. After that the lady cooked the turkey inside of the stone-type ovens where you fill them up with wood and feed them that way. And we really had a good Christmas dinner in the middle of a real bad situation. It was very unusual but nice experience. Well, Christmas was short lived, so we kept going forward and, well, you really don't know how a battle is going. All you know is what is going on around you and what little area you are in. You don't know whether you are winning or losing, but I guess if you are retreating or going backwards then you are losing. However, that is only a little part of it, but you keep doing what you have to do. Now I had no leave, so I was in The Bulge the entire way through, and all I can say is that it was just a matter of going back and attacking in a different place, so we went to a place called Bastone, and kept going. We eventually broke through the Bastone, and then we entered Germany, and from then on it was mostly a matter of time before we would reach Berlin. Now, I don't know the casualties of The Battle of The Bulge. It is not something you counted anyhow because the only thing you did count was your friends that were left. Now we weren’t part of the drive to Berlin, instead we were set to attack Pilsen, Czechoslovakia, and they called the attack off. That was when we realized something big was coming up when they did that. And the next day they announced that Hitler was dead, and the German Generals were preparing to surrender to the allied forces. Now that date is one I’ll never forget. It was May the 8th, 1945, the end of the European war. There wasn't any of the usual celebration you see in film strips of the states at all. In Europe it was just kind of a sigh of relief more than anything else, and an unbelief, too, that the war was actually over. About the only reaction I had is when we went into the house before we were relieved somebody said, well, we don't have to keep the curtains drawn now for a blackout, and he opened them up. And I couldn't stand for that, people outside being able to see in. Still, that had been two years since I had ever seen outside lights. Murphy was the most decorated man. He slept with a .45 under his pillow until he got killed. It gets to you. Just like it gets to me. We came back on a ship that was made to handle, I think, 4,500 men, and they were putting 6,500 on them. The ones that were being loaded with that shit ton, had to sleep on the deck. Now they didn't have any of the duties to clean up around on the ship. I was really lucky because I got a bunk, more specifically, I was on the top bunk. Anyways, we left Marseille and went to Norfolk, so we were in warm and beautiful fall weather. We eventually rode in a truck to a fort outside of Baltimore, at Fort George Meade. I was discharged from there. They had sent me home on a furlough, and I was home for about a month before I was discharged, because they couldn't discharge everybody at the same time because they would call you back and say the numbers were too great, but eventually they would call you back when they could handle you. A few months after the war, I got myself a job, and began going to work. I was working outside the factory where I used to work. Now there was this noise that sounded very much like a shell coming in. Although the war had been over for a few months, I still hit the dirt. Just an automatic thing, and I had recurring bad dreams in which my wife kicked me to wake me up because I was moaning and groaning and everything. Now that went on very heavy for about, oh, 15, 20 years, and once a year I usually have one of those dreams. Anyways that is my experience in World War II, and I want to thank all of you for taking your time off to listen to this, for you have shown me how much a serviceman means to our country of the United States of America.
My name is Kenneth Delaney. I was born and raised in Historia, Long Island City, New York. Got married May 16th, 1953, and have five children, two girls, three boys, and 15 grandchildren, eight girls and seven boys and they all know Grandpa's war stories especially about D-Day and the Battle of the Bulge. The Battle of the Bulge started December 16th, 1944. I was still in the hospital from the wounds that I received in the Hurtgen Forest Battle back in November. That was my second wound. Anyway, the German army, about twenty-five divisions, open up an artillery barrage on the American front in Belgium. It was held by two crack divisions, American divisions, and one armored division and reserve. The two American divisions had been badly beaten from the Hurtgen Forest, the Hurtgen Forest Battle around the end of November. I was recuperating from the wounds received in that battle at a hospital, like I said, in Liege. Then on December 17th the hospital staff informed us that if you can walk or crawl, you know, you will have to go back to your division headquarters as soon as possible. I fought with the 1st Infantry Division, 18th Regimental Combat Team on D-Day Omaha Beach and the Hurtgen Forest Battle. I got back to my outfit on December 18th and I left the hospital. On December 19th, the next day, I again joined my regiment. I traded my walking cane in for a M-1 rifle and some hand grenades. The company commander told me I had to take over the 3rd Squad when, you know, when I got to the outfit up in the front. When I reached the foxholes where the company was I found the 1st Platoon. They were already in position on the front lines, so the platoon sergeant showed me where the 3rd Squad was. Now, usually the squad has twelve men. My squad, the 3rd Squad, had about eight riflemen and they were all new replacements and no combat experience. Finally, got orders to move toward enemy position. We advanced about eight or ten miles through the woods and couple of small villages which we had to search every house for German soldiers but both villages were empty. Then about an hour later we were back in a wooded area again and that's when all hell broke loose. The 1st Platoon ran into a machine gun nest. Besides carrying a rifle and hand grenades, I also carried a radio set called a walkie-talkie and my lieutenant told me to radio for tank support because the platoon was pinned down. We were pinned down for about at least an hour still without tank support. I wasn't too worried because we had pretty good back-up with the 2nd and 3rd platoons on our left and right flanks. I had been carrying six hand grenades, hand grenades which came in pretty handy. Before we silenced the machine-gun fire four men in my squad were wounded and three were killed. Later that day they gave me four replacements. On December 20th, 21st, the company moved out and advanced about twelve miles further into Belgium. My squad, the 3rd Squad, and the 1st Squad ran into two German squads. They saw us running towards them and decided to surrender, all 19 of them. Then on December 22nd we started out with another mission. I noticed a farm house in the distance and as we got closer I noticed some activity around the house. Then I signalled the platoon to lay low and take cover. I signalled with my left hand above my head when I felt a sting in my left arm, very hot sting. We took the farm house about half hour later taking three more prisoners. I felt my hand, my left hand wet and sweaty and when I pulled my jacket sleeve up, took off my glove, I saw blood on my arm starting, you know, on my arm all over my watch and then my arm started to hurt. The field medic took me back to the field hospital which was about anywhere 7 to 10 miles. We went by, you know, by Army jeep. And then back at the hospital doctor said it was a small bullet went straight through my arm, so I stayed there three weeks in the field hospital and then went back to my company to combat duty again and was wounded again but slightly. One thing we were told was never to take a path that is already made in the woods or the forest for fear of landmines being planted there. But on January 28th we started to move out for the next village at about 8 a.m. The village was about three or four miles down the road so we decided to cross an open field and guess what? It was mined. Our platoon leader lieutenant, I forgot his name, decided to call for a Sherman tank but the radio I had, walkie-talkie, was not working to tell them what the situation is and he called, "Hey, Delaney, you got to go back to company headquarters and tell them what happened to get a tank up here." To make a long story longer, we got the tanks to spray the minefield to blow up what mines were in there and there were some. Then about an hour later we moved out toward the woods again. So being the first scout, naturally I was the first man in the woods. It was pretty thick wooded area, almost a forest but not quite. So I decided to take the first path that I saw. Didn't take too long to find one. The path was an incline that led up the -- led up to the main road that we found out later we were going to take anyway which was held by German troops, so we, that were holding the road so we were told. The road had to be taken so our convoy could get through with some supplies to our troops in the different area. I was nearing the top of the incline near the road when I noticed a pile of logs on the crest of the hill. So I turned to my second scout and said "You know, that looks like a machine gun nest." So he looked at me and said, "You know, if it is, then we should be dead." I hand signaled back to the 1st and 2nd squad to lay low until we found out it was and thank God it wasn't when three German machine gunners jumped up from behind the log with their hands up and said, "Please, don't shoot. We surrender," and I guess we lucked out again. On May 8th, 1945, the war ended. We all got drunk. But I was in combat from the end of January to the, February, March, April until the end of the war and we had a big party that day. But one more story on a patrol we had in Czechoslovakia on May 11th, 1945. We went into, I believe it was before we got into Pilsen with the trucks with loud speakers to tell German soldiers the war has ended, you know, that it's over and we had one soldier with us that went through seven campaigns without a scratch. I don't know how he done it. But we ran into a machine gun nest. They fired on us and he caught a bullet and it was his first and last wound. He died that day and here is a guy that went through the whole thing and when the war ended it was how he ended. We got the four German soldiers with a 50 caliber mounted machine gun on top of our truck and that was our last combat with the enemy. Anyway, the war was over for most of us but it was also over for him. Just want to say one more thing, thank you for listening to my experience.
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