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Soldier:
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Staff
Sergeant Victor Miller |
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6th
June, 1944 |
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Omaha
Beach, Normandy, France |
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E. Company, 5th Ranger Battalion |
D-Day
I really don't remember getting onto the ships very vividly at all.
We were on these two British ships which were to carry us across
the Channel. I don't even remember which one I was on, of the names
that I have in my book. But anyway, we were aboard. The assault
boats, the LCA's, were suspended around the sides of this ship.
My memory is that they said that these would be lowered well before
we were in position to get into them ourselves, because the hazard
that they might not be able to lower them later, and that we would
climb down the rat lines into the boats. My memory is that wasn't
done at all. We actually climbed into them in their suspended position,
following which they were lowered away.
But before that, I remember that they did give us a good breakfast
of fried eggs, and that's the only thing I really remember. But
in trying to think of some of the questions that were on your suggestions,
I really don't remember what we wore that day. I think we were wearing
our fatigues, but I couldn't swear that we weren't wearing our OD's.
Regardless, I'm sure I had a light field jacket, probably the fatigues,
we all had paratroop boots in the Rangers, and so this is what I
was starting out with.
My personal equipment that I carried as the Section Sergeant, I
carried an M-1 rifle, so I wore a rifle belt with all of the ammunition
for the M-1. I had binoculars, I had wire-cutters on the belt. I
might add that I strung my binoculars on the back in-between the
pouches of M-1 ammunition rather than carrying it on a strap over
my shoulder. I had the wire cutters attached on one pouch. I had
a grenade launcher in a pouch hanging on the belt. I had my canteen
on my belt. I had a compass on my belt. I had the first aid pouch
on the belt. We had fighting knives. I always wore my fighting knife
on my trousers' belt rather than on my rifle belt. And I had a bayonet,
I'm sure, but that went on the pack. We were carrying light packs,
as I recall, without our bedrolls. This is the basic equipment I
was carrying, anyway. (I missed mentioning a most important tool-a
shovel for digging slit trenches!) We did have to take gas masks,
and we had those, and as we started out then-I might say that we
had 17-jewel Hamilton watches issued to each man, and we had switchblade
paratroop knives that would flip the blade open at the touch of
a button.
This is really what I recall in the way of equipment that I personally
was carrying. Of course, in the pack, we had our raincoat, mess
gear, primarily those things. And then we put on Mae West life preservers,
and ultimately got into our LCA's, and as I remember, were lowered
down and set sail for the coast. We were each issued 2 puke bags,
and to the best of my knowledge, in our boat of 30-some men, there
were only two of us who didn't use them. Probably most of them used
both. But they certainly were well used, and I might say that when
you were crammed in that craft, there was no place-you were front
to back solidly, so that if one was sick, if they didn't have a
bag, it would simply have gone down the neck of the person ahead
of them but that wasn't very good.
So, we set sail, and it was quite rough. The boats pitched quite
a bit, and this, of course, was a great contributor to the seasickness
that assailed most of the people. So we headed for the coast, and
as we approached it, it didn't look like we thought it should. It
was obscured by smoke. The grass apparently was burning there from
the many shells that had landed on it, and as we got closer in,
it didn't look very promising either, in that we could see tracers
going down the beach, and that meant people were shooting on the
beach, and if they were shooting, somebody was going to get hit,
and we were the ones going in. Anyway, as we got closer and closer,
we could see more and more detail. There were the obstacles, these
triangular pieces of steel sticking up there with mines dangling
from them, and this looked a little formidable.
And, of course, as I say, the bullets are still flying along the
beach. You can see The tracers and the shells coming in, and so
as we proceeded shoreward, we ultimately go to a point where the
British coxswain on our boat said: "I'm aground, I'm aground!"
He dropped the ramp and the Lieutenant in ours, I believe Lieutenant
D. Anderson, said "All out" jumped and disappeared beneath
the waves, and some in the front of the boat reached down and dragged
him back in. I believe it was Sergeant Charles Vander Voort who
simply put his tommy gun in the ribs of the coxswain and said: "I
think you had better get us ashore!" I might say that our boat,
under those circumstances, probably got closer to the actual sand
beach than any other, because we were able to get out without getting
in water more than to our knees! I don't really blame the ship's
crew; as soon as we were out, they could retreat and get away from
this rather dangerous spot.
As we were doing this, and starting to unload, I noticed that the
2nd boat of our company wasn't quite so fortunate as we were, in
that we're being able to step off in water knee deep, and they're
getting off in water about waist-deep, and as I watched waiting
my turn o get off, I noticed that one of my men in the squad in
that boat, my problem girl-lover George, who wasn't very tall and
was an ammunition carrier laden with mortar shells, jumped out and
was in water almost to his armpits, and he couldn't make any progress
at all, and then Sergeant Beccue who was a pretty rugged character
dashed out and grabbed him and dragged him up out of there and to
shore.
Meanwhile, we all unloaded from our LCA, and having no trouble so
far, but we promptly moved up and sprawled out on the rocks that
we were now on above the sand, and we were instructed to stay there
until the officers got together to decide just what our next move
should be. And I might describe the scene at that time, the tide
is now coming in a bit. There were quite a few wounded men who had
been scattered along there, where they had been hit. some of them
were out some distance, and the tide is now coming in, and the little
sand is now becoming sandbars, which are getting smaller and smaller
as the water rises, and they were crying out in hope of succor from
someone. There wasn't much that could be done for them, certainly,
from our standpoint.
Tanks had been fitted with flotation devices-we had seen these before
the invasion, with canvas sides built on that would raise up and
they had propellers and they were supposed to drive off the craft
on which they were being carried and propel themselves to shore,
and then be ready to go to battle. The problem we heard was that
they simply drove off and sank in the rough water, so there were
very few tanks ashore. One was running up and down, but it didn't
seem to be accomplishing anything, other than almost running over
some of the wounded who couldn't get out of the way .
Well, our desire was really to get off of there, but I was lying
there, alongside of our Company Clerk, John Spurlock, and I remember
that as we were lying on these rocks, John is very carefully reaching
under him and lifting a rock at a time, and moving it aside to make
his body get lower and lower, which wasn't a bad idea at all.
Finally, they did decide what we should do, that the perimeter sector
had not been acquired by the infantry troops that came in an hour
before. They were still right there on the beach instead of having
the beachhead, including the road along the top that we were supposed
to have gone out through, and they said that our mission should
be changed to taking a beachhead. So someone put a bangalore under
the barbed wire that was strung along-there was kind of a seawall
and a fence with many strands of barbed wire , and ultimately, they
put the bangalore under there and blew a breach in that, and we
started our ascent up this very steep hillside, which was still
obscured by smoke. And so we began to go up that, hesitantly, of
course, not knowing what life was going to bring. Life may be bringing
death! Anyway, we began to go up that, following paths. There were
signs all over the area: "Achtung! Minen!"-and it was
very possible that these were mined and we would blow ourselves
up if we proceded. Yet, we had to go!
Suddenly, I missed one of my squads-they were both with me at that
time, the two squads of my section-and I missed one, and I went
back down the hill and I found them. "What are you doing down
here?" "Well, they tell us that there is a minefield up
there." I said: "That's tough, let's get back up there!',
and so we went back up, and we continued up, and suddenly, I saw
a-I wasn't sure what it was. It was really a dead German, but I
had never seen a dead person like that before. He was lying there
in his uniform and his waxen skin, and I thought, that must be a
dummy someone has rigged up there. If I touch it, it will probably
explode. It is probably a booby trap. And such are one's thoughts
when they see something for the first time.
But we continued up and got on top of the hill, finally. We reached
the road that was the coast road running through Vierville sur Mer
and St. Peirre Dumont. And so we're there for a bit, and we suddenly
hear this whoosh! whoosh! whoosh! whosh! and 1, 2, 3, 4 rockets
fly over us, which are then landing down on the beach, and we can
see the beach, and an LSI (Landing Ship Infantry) is there, and
they're disembarking down the stairways on each side of it-I'm not
sure what the proper term for them is, and then suddenly that's
engulfed in flame. We heard later that a shell hit someone carrying
a flame-thrower, but anyway, it simply disappeared in flame. And
this is the kind of thing that was happening.
They kept shelling the beach, and these flights of rockets were
going down there, and we were so happy to be above it , because
it was far more dangerous there than it was on top, and so we continued
on and we crossed this coast road. I'm kind of the tail end of the
Company. The Company had 65 men at full strength, so that wasn't
a very big Company, so it isn't stung out too long, but they were
moving up a kind of a ditch along a hedgerow and I'm kind of back
with the special weapons. About that time the Battalion Commander,
Lt. Col. Schneider, arrived there and, as I listened to him, it
was quite interesting. We were apparently supposed to have an artillery
group of some kind supporting us, and some Lieutenant reached the
Colonel at this time and reported to him that they had only gotten
one gun ashore, and he said: "Fine-let's have some fire right
up here." and pointed at the hedgerow across facing us, and
the Lieutenant says: "Sorry Sir, but that's too close. We can't
fire that close a range. We have to fire further." So that
didn't help any.
Then there had been supposed to be two companies of the 2nd Ranger
Battalion who were supporting our 5th Battalion. Three companies
of the 2nd were hitting Point du Hoc, one company was hitting the
heavily fortified point Et Raz do la Percee from which a lot of
the fire along the beach was coming, and two companies were to come
in with us under the command of our Commander, and my memory is
that some of them reported in but they only had about a platoon
out of the two companies. And we heard that one of the boats of
our F Company had not gotten in. Fortunately, it turned out that
the men had all gotten on another boat as they were swamped and
did make it ashore. Since my buddy Harry Vogler was in that group
whom I joined the Rangers with, I was happy to hear that later.
Anyway, this is where we were. And then they called for some mortar
fire, and so one of our mortars was set up and fired a few rounds
up there, and there supposedly was a counterattack coming up there
and so this at least helped repel it, and then they said that we
should go in and take the town of Vierville sur Mer, and so we moved.
We were east of that, as I recall, and so we moved towards Vierville
and went through the town trying to find any snipers or other Germans
that were hidden in there, and we really finished the day doing
that operation. We ended up on the other side of the town on the
west side in kind of a perimeter, and at that time, it was getting
dark, and we were told to dig in there for the night, and so I dug
a fairly deep slit trench that night, and bedded down after D-Day,
after, I guess, the longest day!
Anyway, I slept that night. Of course, we did have guards out. I
was awakened early the next morning by the Captain calling to me:
"Baseplate!". This was the name I had been christened
by the First Sergeant for reasons quite intelligible to anyone who
knows anything about the army. (In a mortar section, the one who
carries the baseplate only has to have a strong back, he doesn't
have to know anything!) "Baseplate, is there room in there
for me in your slit trench?" And I said: "No, Sir"
and he said: "Well then you had better come over here."
so I got out of my trench taking my things and dashed over to him,
since there could well be fire coming at any time, and he told us
that we needed to go back in and clean out Vierville again because
there was a problem that apparently snipers had come back in during
the night. We went back in, and they was some more interesting operations.
I know I was out around a big wall out in an orchard on the outside
of the town.
At the moment I was in a prone position for I was having a little
trouble with a sniper. We were firing at each other and neither
of us knew exactly where the other one was. Just then some American
GI, newly arrived from the beach and inside the wall calls: "Get
up and come in here!" " I can't get up and come in there-I'll
get shot!". "Well, then, I'm going to throw a hand grenade
over." That didn't sound very enticing either, so luckily I
talked him out of that idea. I might add that, as a student who
had graduated in horticulture, I did find a strawberry patch and
sat down and ate some later in the day! That might not have been
what I was supposed to be doing, but there were more troops getting
ashore that day and it was quite a sight to see the barrage balloons.
Every ship out there had a barrage balloon on it to keep the enemy
aircraft from coming down and strafing them, so it was quite a sight
to see that, but you couldn't help but think how can there be so
many people out there and so many ships and so very few people ashore,
because it hadn't sounded very promising that first night as we
got the reports of who was not there, but fortunately, we were able
to hold on and move down the coast and things like that.
These are only some vague remembrances of D-Day.
They stand out in my mind, although certainly after these years,
things are pretty dim. It was a memorable day. I really cannot remember
actually being frightened. This was something we had trained for,
it's something I had wanted to participate in. I had almost missed
it for having been in the hospital and going back through a redistribution;
depot, and I wasn't quite in as good a shape as I was earlier after
our rigorous training because of the hospitalization, but it was
a strange feeling to want to participate in D-Day. I'm sure it was
not rational, but I don't regret it. Perhaps those who didn't make
it through did. I'm sure they did. It seems so unnecessary perhaps
that we cannot get along better in the world, but that's the way
life is. Anyway, these are my recollections of D-Day. Things were
perhaps even more interesting and hotter in the next few days, but
this is what happened to me personally on D-Day, June 6, 1944.
Victor Miller
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Personal Photographs
My first soldier suit! Freshman at University
of Illinois in 1938-39. We had to take two years of ROTC (Reserve
Officer Training). I was in the horse calvary. Illinois was one
of the very few colleges with horses!
Basic training in California. Late summer 1942. We still had the
World War I helmets at that time. The circle in the picture was
my barracks.
Victor wrote about this picture:
Joyce was a girl I was sweet on. I hoped to make her my wife when
and if I
got home. I did get her to marry me! She died in March of 2001 after
over 55 years of marriage.
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