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Sword Beach to Bremen., A Veterans tale. Sapper

Discussion in 'Honor, Service and Valor' started by sapper, Sep 18, 2002.

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  1. Erich

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    Sapper, thank you for the material on the Tiffy, I did know that they fired rockets and were a thorn in the Germans side, but not sure of the activity the first several days of the offensive. I have a pretty complete listing of Luftwaffe claims for the whole Normandy ops but hardly "bunk" on the point of RAF and US air forces.

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  2. sapper

    sapper British Normandy Veteran, Royal Engineers

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    Food! Glorious Food!
    Just for a moment, let me take you back to a time long ago, some 58 years, when I was young, and hungry. If you had taken part in the greatest invasion the World had ever seen, then you would recall the food that we had to sustain us in the early hours of the invasion? Well! If that is so, then you cannot use the term "enjoy", when referring to the food. Oh no! "Endure" would be a better term!

    I remember very well, and not with any sense of warm nostalgia I might add!

    For your information. We had been issued with a very thick and dark block of chocolate, contained in a brass tin; a sort of "Iron ration" this was an emergency ration to be kept for the time when nothing else was available, for many of us, that was quickly eaten before we reached Normandy. (I mean for heaven's sake!) Chocolate was a luxury.

    To provide food for ourselves in the early hours of the invasion, we had been issued with a small camping stove constructed of wire, with a tray under for a solidified block of white mythelated spirits. This was our only heating and food source until the main invasion supply force arrived and set up the "Compo" food system.

    For those of you fortunate enough not to have to endure this early food! Then, just try to imagine dear reader, what it was like! You have dug your fox hole, hunched down in the bottom of it, while all around you the war was at its height, shell and mortar fire that sometimes straddled your area, and you, a very green, 19 year old and innocent Dorset lad, scared out of your wits, sitting in the bottom of your dirty little fox hole, starving hungry. The Enemy shelling had already deprived you of one of your Billy cans and your knife and fork, with just the spoon and one Billy can left. You hunch down, trying to fill your billy can with a half a cup of water from your water bottle to start your first meal.

    Next, you placed into the billy can of water, a very peculiar, unpleasant and hard, rectangular shaped, "brownish" block of what was described as, "dehydrated mince meat", eventually, after many attempts, you manage to light the so called tablet of "fuel", then, desperately stirring the grey mess with your commando knife, as the tiny little flame flickered and struggled against impossible odds to heat and reconstitute the meal. After some considerable time, all hope of a hot meal vanished, in desperation, and with your spoon, you eat this half cooked, brownish grey food with the lumps still in it.

    Oh! Lord. What a horrible mess. But now, having hungrily devoured the lumpy, half-cooked meat, the next part of the menu was to make some tea. Putting a cup full of water into the same billy can, (not enough water to wash it first), we then added a small brown and white speckled cube, this magic little cube was reputed to be, dehydrated milk, sugar and tea. On reflection, I still have serious doubts about its composition! Again the same procedure as the tiny little flame flicked and spluttered in the wind with precious little chance of heating anything. Desperately stirring this brown and white speckled mess, while a disgusting film of grease floated on top of the water, all the while this horrible mess was giving a very poor imitation of a cup of tea. In the end, in despair of ever heating the water, the resulting mess of grey, brown and white speckled luke warm water, was drunk, with the unheated bits dry on the tongue. YUK! I have never in my life tasted anything like that, before or since. Ah! Dear reader, they say you will eat anything if you are hungry enough, in this case it was true.

    Unfortunately! Ah yes, unfortunately! This revolting brownish mess that you had eaten, before it had been properly reconstituted, then continued to expand and swell within your stomach, with the most unfortunate and dire results. Constipation! Oh Lord. Constipation so severe it made your ears ring, it was bad enough for these totally green and sea sick young men to be thrown in against an experienced, and battle hardened Enemy, but now we had to do battle with the added burden of our own tummy's.
    The results of this still expanding "Meat" clogged the system and made your ears buzz and your eyes pop, eventually, when at long last the call of nature came, (Golly! at last, at long last.) nothing was going to be allowed to interfere, nothing! It did not matter if the whole Bloody German army with the 21st SS Panzer division, or the 1st SS Leibstandarte Adolf Hitler Panzer Division. (Hitlers Personal SS Amoured Guards) came charging over the horizon and in the lead!
    Now then! Shall I ever forget that salvation came in this lovely field of green French cabbages, on the side of a North facing hill, exposed to the whole bloody invasion fleet!

    I would be pleased to hear your comments about this episode?
    Sapper
     
  3. sommecourt

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    Some excellent and fascinating material posted here Sapper. It's nice to see a British perspective on things, and more specifically a veteran perspective - I am sure this is proving a popular area of the site for visitors at the moment, and we are all privledged to share these memories with you.
     
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  4. Friedrich

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    As I have said before, Mr. Sapper, I enjoy reading your tales and stories about D-day from that very particular point of view. It is fascinating how you can describe very well all the feelings of you and your young coleagues as well you can describe humourous things and the real disgusting things of war. Your words have taken me to that day of June into the boots of a British soldier in "Sword beach". Thanks again.
     
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  5. sapper

    sapper British Normandy Veteran, Royal Engineers

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    The Destruction.
    Are we destined to die in front of Caen?
    During the months of June, July, and August, the destruction of Normandy continued unabated as the titanic struggle took a terrible toll. Both sides fought it out under a hot Summer sun amongst the hedgerows and little fields of the “Bocage”, more and more men died under the hot summer sun in the same dusty lanes and hedgerows. Those who were unfortunate enough to be wounded in the tall cornfields were in the greatest danger, for if they dropped down wounded, there was a good chance that they would not be found and they would die of neglect. Sadly, this was made even worse, when the cornfields caught fire under the shelling and the wounded were burned to death.

    The cattle ceased to exist, and I never saw a burial party. As it got warmer the smell of the dead increased. Slowly the bodies of our soldiers both khaki and Field Grey, vanished in the ditches and hedgerows. First they turned black and became very swollen, then MOTHER EARTH mercifully reclaimed them, as they slowly melted back into the ground, the only sign that they had ever existed was a little bundle of khaki, or Grey uniform, and a steel helmet laying beside the road. All over Normandy lay the scattered remains of battle. As the fire curtain departed, sweeping all living things away and everything in it’s path.
    In that quiet period after the fire storm. What remained? Burnt out tanks, German rifles strewn about, the remains of battle dress webbing, personal belongings and family photographs. Photos of ‘The Girl’ at home and other loved ones, unused shells and mortars, some foxholes still contained the bodies of troops where they died, all the paraphernalia of war. Anti-tank guns and mortars. Here and there, a knocked out tank with the burnt and blackened bodies of the crew still hanging half out of the turret, but overcome by the flames and burned alive before they could get away.

    Later, when a tank was opened up after being knocked out, the occupants were still sitting in their seats but the fire had been so intense that all that remained of those once lively young men were white bones, still sitting there, When touched the bones would dissolve into a white powder due to the inferno inside the tank. Above all of this, the DUST, the ground was so dry that the movement of traffic both wheeled and tracked, raised great clouds of dust, as the height of summer approached, signs were put up on the verges. "DUST KILLS" The problem became so bad that drivers would drive slowly trying not to raise dust, knowing full well that the enemy would shell any cloud of dust, while the troops would wear handkerchiefs round their faces to stop from choking. Dispatch riders were covered in dust from head to foot and many used scarves round their faces to try and stop the dust when inhaling.
    Oh Yes! I remember. I remember. That brings me on to this. Do you really want to hear the rest of this? For sometimes, I feel that I am responsible for raising and resurrecting the long departed agony of war, with all the grief, and sadness of the families who shared the great loss of their husbands, brothers, and lovers, from both sides. What has happened so far, is just the beginning. This is just the start of the battle for Normandy. There are some very disturbing descriptions of war! For example. What happened inside the Falaise pocket, that is weeks away.
    Sapper.
     
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  6. Greg

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    Yes Brian please continue.
     
  7. PzJgr

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    For me, I would like to hear more. This reminds me of my grandfather sharing his experiences with me. From my understanding, I was the only one of all his grandchildren because he said it seemed that I was the only one that showed any true interest. And boy did he ever share. So please do continue.
     
  8. sapper

    sapper British Normandy Veteran, Royal Engineers

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    I am still not sure if I am resurrecting too many old griefs, and too much agonising memories, I will carry on a little longer and hope I do not cause heart cahe anywhere.

    Pegasus Bridge!
    Blood soaked Pegasus Bridge.
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    Pegasus Bridge! The bridge that spanned the Orne Canal was of vital importance, it was the only link between the Airborne forces and Third British Infantry Division that had landed on "Sword Beach" the most important conduit between two separated fighting groups in Normandy. It was absolutely vital that tanks would be available to assist the Airborne to repel any Enemy counterattack, without armoured support, they would have been overrun for certain. When we arrived at the bridge the bodies of the Airborne were still laying about where they had fallen. I can recall how impressed I was by how close to the bridge the gliders of this task force had landed in pressing home their attack. What a brave and heroic attack! Indeed, one of the gliders was very close to the actual bridge approach on the far, or East bank. I have seen films about D Day, and the scene where they assaulted with gliders was not right! One of those gliders landed much closer to the bridge than in the film! In the early of the invasion, there had been some doubt about the capability of Pegasus bridge to support the weight of tanks, and indeed, whether the bridge might have collapsed under the strain of such heavy loads.

    Our Colonel ‘Tiger’ (A name he richly deserved) we had been told, had forbidden tanks to use the bridge in case of its collapse, the argument being that if the bridge were to go, then the supply line into the Airborne areas would be cut, leaving them stranded. By the way, Tiger was renowned for having his own private war with the Enemy, sometimes to be seen crawling back towards the forward infantry, and legend has it, without his driver and signaler.

    Elements of my company 246 Field Co R.E. because of the danger to the bridge, were drafted in and assisted in rafting and building tidal bridges over the Orne, as a back up to the existing bridge. The Enemy wanted that bridge back, no matter what.

    To that end, there was a lot of sniping, shell and mortar fire, making the rafting and bridging a very hazardous operation, not helped by Luftwaff pressing home very determined and continuous air raids, carried out at very low level, air attacks that resulted in 17 planes being shot down in the area, mostly by ground fire. (It is claimed) Every rifle, Bren gun, and Sten, opened up on these low flying German fighters as they came in, determined to press home their attack. In one instance during this operation, one of the platoons engaged in the bridging came under such heavy fire that they had to withdraw, 2 platoon (Mine !)took up the challenge and finished the job.

    The Enemy shell and mortar fire succeeded in holing some of the pontoons, but someone had the foresight to fill them with empty Jerry cans before we left England, this prevented them from foundering completely, and enabled us to replace the damaged pontoons much quicker, by floating them in and out while still under heavy artillery fire. One of the bank sites for a "tidal" bridge came under such severe artillery fire at one time that we were forced to move to a different site. To make things even more difficult while we were engaged in the rafting and bridging, we had to break off at times and defend the bridge from direct Enemy attack. He wanted that bridge back any cost, But, he did not get it.

    I dug my fox hole on the Western bank and about 40 yards to the South, when watching TV one day, I saw that the bank has trees growing along the bank .so my foxhole can no longer be there! Shame! I have heard how the family from the café close by, took part in helping our men, with great respect and from what I can remember, I never even saw the place, we had little time to pay attention to civilians, let alone café's.

    Later, and while the bridges were being constructed, the Germans put in a determined armoured counter attack to drive the Airborne into the sea. Consequently those under attack desperately needed tank support, a squadron of tanks arrived at the bridge to give the armoured support, only to find themselves staring across a road over the bridge they could not use. Our officer climbed down under the bridge and investigated the end supports to see if the bridge had "end packing" finding that the Germans had strengthened the bridge, he told the tank commanders that they could cross. The tank men still not happy about the situation, hesitated, then, when our officer offered to sit on the front of the leading tank, they were convinced, they all drove over, Lt M Edwards, sitting on the front of the lead tank! later, the armour returned with their hessian camouflage smoldering, having driven off the counter attack.

    During the assault bridging operation sniper fire was a constant menace. Sometimes they would leave a sniper behind when they retreated. Very often hidden somewhere in our sector. A careful watch was mounted and the R E units tired of being subjected to small arms fire, broke off the bridging operations, located the whereabouts of a sniper in a church spire, sent out a fighting patrol and got the bastard, much to everyone's satisfaction. There would be no throwing down his rifle and surrendering for this one.
    Sapper.
     
  9. Andreas Seidel

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    I have just read this topic and find it deeply interesting and also exceedingly well-written. Being an engineer myself, reading this touches me personally in a way, although I hope that I will never take part in a full-scale shooting war. I beg you to continue.
     
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  10. sapper

    sapper British Normandy Veteran, Royal Engineers

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    Hello Everyone.
    Just for a moment let us examine the fighting qualities of the armed forces in Normandy and the following conflicts. I have no wish to upset anyone with what is written here, for it is my opinion only.

    Let us look first at the German Army. The ordinary army. Fine fighting men, the Germans had a flair for war and were always a tough lot. The SS were much more fanatical and fought with tenacity, and refused to admit defeat, even when all was lost
    I hold them in great respect. What a pity they fought for such an evil empire. And, committed such evil deeds!

    The British Army. They are known World wide for their dogged fighting qualities. They have a long tradition, having fought all over the World. Who would deny the fear engendered by the sound of the Scots pipes advancing towards you? I know that the skirl of the pipes in the distance put the fear of God into the opposition, and with good reason
    Or the Welsh Guards. And the disciplined English army regiments with long proud records.

    The Americans. Well I have a great deal of respect for the Americans, I like them.
    They are generous and a friendly lot. As to their fighting qualities? Great! The yankee dogface a great infantry man, as I said earlier they possessed this “Gung Ho” attitude that worked very well for the best part of the time, but in others, it let them down badly. There are several instances where they bombed their own people, the saying, “When the Germans bomb, the British duck. When the British bomb the Germans duck. When the Americans bomb everybody ducks” That says lot about the different attitudes to war!
    I hope that I have not in any way upset anyone with these observations? But in truth, I sincerely believe that these three Nations are already aware of this. Or should be.

    Heres a thought for you. Who would like to fight against a combined German/British army? The mind Boggles!

    This Venerable old Gentleman will continue for a little while with these recollections of a bye-gone age. For in truth I am getting on in years and get very tired, very quickly. What does help is feed back from those who read these articles. Then I know that someone is out there and I am not writing this for nothing! What articles are to follow, are shown here, I hope you will find them interesting:-

    The French V.C.
    Hillman. Bloody Hillman.
    Germans Smell.
    Doodle Bug.
    The Bloodiest Square Mile in Normandy.
    The Chateau de la londe.
    The bombing of Caen.
    Tilly!
    The Pipes the Pipes!
    The Prisoners.
    Goodwood.
    Duel under a hot Summer Sun.
    The Battles Round Vire. Behind the enemy lines.
    Boots full of Blood. Where is my Bowie Knife?
    The American prisoner.
    The dead German SS officer.
    Falaise The Bloody Carnage.
    The Siene.
    Belgium and Brussels.
    The Dantes inferno of the Escaut Canal.
    Weert.
    Market Garden, the mad dash.
    Linden.
    The Island.
    Misery!
    That’s twice I ran over that German!
    Overloon and Venraij.
    The River Maas.
    Nijmegen.
    The Garden Roller Man!
    Deception. Deep behind the lines.
    Night fighting patrols.
    Strangers.
    The Bridge.
    Goodnight Nurse! Oh No! not again!
    The Portals of the Gates of Hell!
    By Plane to England.
    The long Journey to recovery.
    The Elizabethan Manor. My Home.
    Tea at the rock star “Stings” house.
    Back into civilian life.
    The Genius that made the Hip joint operation.
    Followed by what happened after. Back in Civilian life.
    Sapper
     
  11. Steve

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    Hello Sapper: Along with everyone else I am hoping that you continue with your story. It is so rare now to be able to hear a first hand account of what actually happened as I have not been able to hear such things since my grandfather passed away. I enjoy reading your posts and look forward to the next edition. Steve
     
  12. Erich

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    Brian :

    I am hoping that you are making a duplicate copy or do have your memories already written up for your family ; besides us here on the forum, others back home need to know what you have been through !

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  13. sapper

    sapper British Normandy Veteran, Royal Engineers

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    Thank you for your Feed back. At least I know that there are some folk reading this. As to Erich Brown's asking about these memoirs. Yes Thank you Erich! I have written a book just for my family and close friends. It is not for publication, nor can it be bought, I have a friend who served with the East Yorks Regiment, and who's life fairly mirrored mine. He always says the same thing. WE have a duty to let the younger folk than ourselves, know about what went on and what sacrifices were made for the life we enjoy today. The books title "Cameos Of War" I am now in the process of writing an historical document on war and its after effects, to leave behind when I depart this mortal coil. Not that I have any intention of falling off my twig for some considerable time yet! I like it here for this World is an absolute jewel its the bloody idiots who live in it. that cause the trouble
    Sapper
     
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    Dear Sapper--as always--I am thoroughly enjoying all of your postings. Im also in great anticipation of reading all that you will be typing here. Thank you VERY much... [​IMG]
     
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    Brian :

    Will the war document be available for public viewing or will this be another treat for only the "family" ? As already mentioned thank you from all of us on your continual quest of "your" story ! thumbs up !

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  16. Stevin

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    Hello Sapper! I would like to second Erich's sentiments. As avid WW2 buffs we all would be very intersted in your stories. I in particular, am interested in your stories about Venraij, Overloon and Nijmegen. I recently visited the area, Museum and Cemetery and would really appreciate your stories to fill in the gaps and framework of what I already know.

    Thank you for sharing! It is absolutely great to have a vet amongst us here.
     
  17. sapper

    sapper British Normandy Veteran, Royal Engineers

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    Hello again.
    Thank you for all the postings that you very kindly sent to me. I am absolutely convinced that an Internet program of this type should be interactive. Where people, young, old, or any age come to that, can ask questions about times long past, and get honest, and knowledgeable answers. Not only that, but also to be able to discuss sensibly, what different ‘peoples’ think of all this? That makes it all worth while!

    Today. I would like, if I may, try bringing into play, another aspect of war. For despite the horror and heartbreak, the dreadful loss of good friends and mates, there are other humorous events, and music, that brings back, and creates so realistically the atmosphere of wartime.

    Come with me, and for just for a moment, try to imagine you are part of a small band of very determined young men! Today you are in Normandy, in that dreadful killing area between Caen and the coast. There is gathered around you, a small group of lively young men full of banter and leg pulling. It is a beautiful Summers day, the morning is fresh without a cloud in the sky, it is great to be alive! For you are young, and believe, with the cockiness of youth, that nothing could ever happen to you! We are just behind the front line, and are going to assist in an assault on a village on the road to Caen. There is only desultory shell and mortar fire, with the occasional burst of machine guns fire in the distance. For today’s drive forward will entail you getting into the thick of the coming battle, we, in the Eighth Brigade, are going to lead off an assault by clearing mines from the path of the infantry, and the tanks. It is not going to be easy, and some of that little group of friends will not be returning, for the area we are going to clear is exposed to the Enemies direct view.

    I, as usual, have the Bren Machine Gun over my shoulder, and have several spare magazines stuffed in my pockets. We have all that we need, Commando knives, grenades, It is essential that we can move fast in this operation, that’s if we are to survive, to that end, it is khaki denim trousers and tunics, with the sleeves rolled up.

    But here is the oddity that sets the scene, near us is a radio playing from the AFN (American Forces network), with Glen Miller’s music, As we prepare for the assault, we listened to Tuxedo Junction. String of Pearls, American Patrol and Moonlight Serenade. Just try to imagine the scene. The Big swing band on a beautiful hot Summers morning, while this small, Piratical band of youngsters, prepare for God knows what is to come. As this little group set off towards the enemy, from behind us we can still hear the Glen Miller music in the distance, until it fades away. But now, the music that one is going to hear is of a very different melody, it will be orchestrated by shell, mortar, and machine gun, sometimes, sadly, accompanied by a quiet call for help from a badly wounded soldier. Can any of you imagine this? Much later, we would return in rather less numbers than we set out, so hopefully earlier that day. Oh Yes! I remember! I Remember. Can any of you imagine this?
    Sapper.
     
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    Honestly, I dont think any of us could imagine that without being there ourselves. I for one would rather not imagine it as it would be to painful to think of. I can picture it in my head but I cant attach any emotion to it other than feeling sorry for those who didnt return. How does one comprehend such an undertaking without having been there to witness the destruction that was inflicted. I commend you on being able to recall events that must have taken a terrible toll on the mind and probably still do today.
     
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    sapper British Normandy Veteran, Royal Engineers

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    Oh yes, Stevin Oudshoorn from Holland. For many of us Holland was one of our greatest trials, I spent much time at Overloon and Venraij (or what was left of them!) and in the little villages that can be found in the vicinity of the Maas. Oploo was the place where we prepared to launch the great attack, after the Americans departed to the South. The war museum at Overloon was originally dedicated to the Third British Infantry Division, My old Division. It was later made into the National war museum. for we were the ones that freed that area. later we lived in a SS camp near Venraij.It was on the road between Overloon and Venraij in the early hours of the morning that I met my second and final wounding.But this time there would be no way back for me, for now my war was finished.
    The Dutch people (BLESS THEM)invited me to go back with a free holiday, when I told them I was too war disabled to go,they came back quickly with the answer "We will have a nurse waiting for you as soon as you arrive", But I did not go. But more of that later, for there is a great deal about Holland in the later stages. I still keep in touch with an old Dutch friend, he was so war disabled, we call him "Byonic Bill" He has been to my home and we love to see him, sadly it is now very difficult, for we are getting old and frail. But Byonic Bill is a lovely fellow and I shall send him a Christmas card as usual. On the way in Holland, A young lady offered to wash my dirty clothes for me. BLess her! we had to move fast in the morning, I collected a bunch of wet clothes and slung thewm in the wagon! While we were at Weert, I gave a little Dutch boy the change from a two and half Guilder note and put it in his hat. I wonder if he remembers that young English man who gave him all his money?
    Sapper
     
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    Sapper, before your last posting to Stevin you mentioned the drive from the coast to Caen. Are you covering now your experiences on the 7th of June ?

    a little input in the air war for this date.....the Luftwaffe claimed 28 P-47's 14 P-51's and 2 P-38's, also 2 Typhoon's and 4 Spitfires. In return the Luftwaffe fighters were slaughtered......losing 42 German fighters, with 3 pilots captured.

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