DRIVE TO THE RHINE
During the two plus weeks that waters from
Schwammenauel Dam continued to flood the Roer River,
our 303rd Engineers maintained observation posts on the river to monitor the
level of water in the dam and the current and depth of the river. Meantime, our infantry sent patrols across on
rubber rafts to probe enemy dispositions and mislead them concerning our
intentions. When the flooding eased,
Corps directed the 9th Infantry Division just north of us to assault across on
the Roer River on 27 February, assisted by
diversionary fire from our Artillery and a simulated river crossing in our
zone. Once the 9th Division was across,
our 311th combat team was to cross also on bridges in the 9th Division sector
and attack south across the 78th Division front to seize bridgeheads for
remaining division units to cross the river near Blens and Heimbach.[57]
(See Seizing Bridgehead map on next page.)
During the night of 27 February, 311th foot elements
marched eighteen miles from Harscheidt to cross the Roer River on a light bridge at Zerkall, and their
vehicles crossed on a heavier bridge near Nidiggen. The troops married up with their vehicles at
Nidiggen to attack south, driving through the German 3rd Parachute Division,
self-propelled guns, and minefields to reach Heimbach by the morning of 2
March. This attack provided a bridgehead
across our eight thousand-yard division front.
The rest of our division could readily cross the Roer River
to continue attacking to the east.
After we had cleared the bridgehead, our B Company
built a seventy-foot “Dogma Charlie” footbridge across the Roer River
at Blens. The raging waters of the river
were too fast for the usual floating footbridge, but the thin metal H-frames
readily withstood the current! On 1
March, foot elements of the 309th Infantry and parts of the 310th Infantry
crossed[58] on the footbridge! Thus, our Division crossed very few
casualties the Roer
River that had held up
the Allied advance for several months!
Upon reaching Heimbach, we learned that three craters
in a road along a hillside would block the 2nd Division’s arrival from the
south. Accordingly, I sent Lieutenant
Timm’s platoon to repair the craters from our end of the road. We spent a day closing the craters and, sure
enough, the 2nd Division reached Heimbach just as we finished! Our efforts expedited their advance a full
day!
Immediately upon crossing the Roer, the 309th and
310th Infantry of our division began their drives across the Cologne Plain to
the Rhine River, 35 miles away. Our 311th Infantry began driving east from
Enzen on 5 March, to protect the right flank of the division, beginning from
assembly areas east of Heimbach in Burvenich (1st Battalion), Sinsenich (2nd
Battalion), and Langendorf (3rd Battalion).
By the night of 6 March, they had driven 12 miles, capturing 20 major
towns south of the line through Zulpich, Euskirchen, and Reinbach. These included Ober Gartzem, Firmenich, Veynau, Satsvey,
Antweiler, Billig, Rhedar, Kreuzweingarten, Stotzheim, Ndr and Obr Kastenholz,
Kircheim, Flammersheim, Ringsheim, Schweinheim, Queckenberg, Waldau, Schlebach,
Merzbach, Irlenbusch, and Neukirchen.[59] Our regiment was on the right flank of the
Division which, in turn, was on the right flank of First Army. Though we gave some attention to providing
mine blocks on roads leading in from the south, only enemy machine gun and
bazooka outposts covered most such roads.
The Germans were too fully preoccupied with their respective fronts to
give much attention to their flanks, so nothing occurred to test the
precautions.[60]
Compared to the yard by yard fighting in the Hurtgen Forest,
this campaign was a high-powered plunge to the Rhine, last large natural
barrier before Berlin.
There were no more pillboxes, dragon’s teeth or extended mine fields. We had breached the famous Siegfried Line and
were in the open with the German Army on the run. Ahead of us lay the Cologne Plain. It was time to attack and attack, giving the
German Army no rest and reaching the Rhine
River as quickly as
possible.[61] The Germans were
employing delaying tactics, placing log barricades on approaches to towns,
demolishing bridges, and blowing craters in the roads. Defending towns as long
as practicable, the Krauts then fell back on the next towns to fight again. With their Wehrmacht in full flight, the
German civilians in many towns often surrendered without a struggle by
displaying white flags or sheets on their houses.[62]
German soldiers also began surrendering to us in droves.
We moved ahead rapidly, sleeping in a town for a night,
gaining our first taste of German wine and schnapps, then rushing eastward to
catch up with the front lines. We were
constantly clearing roads and constructing bypasses. Using our bulldozers and A-frame hoists to
remove log barricades and other obstacles, we became quite adept at clearing
the way and were seldom delayed very long.
Our Tennessee
maneuver training in decentralized operations paid off as we supported infantry
battalions several miles apart. My three
platoons undertook their general mission of helping their respective infantry
battalions to advance, breaching obstacles encountered (mines, barbed wire,
craters, blown bridges, and muddy roads), marking safe routes (e.g. ”mines
cleared to shoulders”), and emplacing hasty antitank obstacles. Keeping the platoons aware of where to reach
me for help, I’d circulate daily along the avenues of advance of their infantry
battalions to reinforce our support where needed. Our three excellent platoon leaders took the
bit in their teeth and ran with it.
In supporting the 311th Infantry, I seldom found it
necessary to attend the regiment’s daily issuance of orders to commanders
because we had a mutual understanding that we would automatically support the
battalions within their zones unless coordinated otherwise. It usually sufficed to keep track of infantry
battalion boundaries and pass them to my platoons. In determining the boundaries, I usually
dropped by regimental headquarters in midmorning to see the S-3 and review
overall status. I’d stop by again late
in the evening to get their plans for next day.
The issuance of orders generally took so much time on matters of little
concern to me that I found it better to remain out with my men. My platoon leaders operated the same way with
their battalions. They knew their
battalion S-3 people well enough to pick up quickly on what was going on and
say, “Yep, I see your boundaries. I’ll
clear the roads to them. We’ll open this
main road first, so you can get your wounded back and your ammunition forward.” Usually we would have two battalions forward
and the third battalion would leapfrog one of the others. This was S.O.P. (Standard Operating Procedure) that we had learned in Tennessee maneuvers. It was teamwork. Only when we had a big task would I pull a
platoon away from its battalion and direct another platoon to cover two
battalions temporarily.
Meanwhile, I
was out checking my platoons and how our infantry battalions were doing. Upon gaining each objective, my men would
install daisy chain antitank mine blocks on roads leading in from the
enemy. Sometimes I’d find the infantry
already on their objectives. When I’d
get back to regiment, I’d check in with the S-3 and then visit with the
regimental commander. He was always
there, so I’d drop in as a courtesy and let him know how his battalions were
doing. I was one of the few people
operating all over his regimental area who saw him frequently. Sometimes I’d tell him a battalion had
already taken its objectives before he had heard received the news. Apparently the battalions learned that when
they reported reaching objectives too early, they’d receive new objectives to
attack in the same day, so they waited until mid-afternoon to report being on their
objectives. My repeated visits gave me
good insights into the operation of the 311th infantry. They, of course, were telling me where they
were going and I was maintaining their support.
We worked well together.
For the first time we were taking German towns full of
civilians. Before we crossed the Roer River
we had seen few German civilians, but now the towns were full of them. As we moved through a German industrial area,
Sergeant DeFriese found a small diesel engine driving an electric generator and
mounted it on a two-wheel trailer so we could tow it with us. We used it to power our CP electric lights
when combat had cut off local electricity.
This also powered our company fund-procured radio that kept us in touch
with the British Broadcasting Corporation and the world. Our company communicators connected this
company radio to captured German Army sound-power telephones that distributed
the radio broadcasts throughout our company.
Every squad had a couple of these telephones. As soon as we halted for the night, the
squads would tie into the company radio.
All phones connected to the radio could talk to everyone listening. Since everyone wanted to listen to the radio,
this arrangement provided a convenient company communication system with
minimum effort.
When our company relocated, First Sergeant Titus had
the job of selecting where to set up the company CP. Invariably he picked a beer hall to serve
also as company mess hall and provide beer along with meals. My mess crew prided itself on serving hot
meals three times a day and passing hot food out in “marmite cans” to others
not able to reach the mess hall We
seldom had to resort to K rations, except for men out on patrol with the
infantry. One day when we stopped for
lunch in Flammersheim halfway across the German plain, I found all cooks and
the mess sergeant drunker than skunks.
Our men coming in to eat had no chow!
Of course, this incident made me infuriated with our mess sergeant and
his cooks, who never had to risk their lives in the front lines with the rest
of our men! I promptly busted them all
to private. They continued in their same
jobs, drawing private’s pay for a month or so until we later restored their
rank. We never had a cold meal
again. Company commanders have no such
latitude today!
During combat, I had little opportunity to eat meals
in the company because I was usually out checking our progress across the
front. I’d often grab a bit with the
nearest infantry or drop by our company kitchen between meals for a fried egg
sandwich. I had learned to like fried
egg sandwiches and hot coffee during the Tennessee
winter maneuvers. Before Tennessee, I didn’t
drink coffee because my mother had told me as a kid that coffee would stunt my
growth. That’s why I grew tall! I found in the Tennessee maneuvers that I had to drink
coffee to keep warm. I never worried
about where to eat. My job was the
important thing and my stomach seldom bothered me, whether I ate or not. Ever since then, I tend to feel cold when I
drink coffee--probably a conditioned reflex to those cold days! I don’t drink coffee now unless I’m very
cold.
Aside from the disruptions of life due to bombings
most Rhinelanders had apparentl suffered few hardships. They were well fed and well dressed, but
bewildered. Only when we arrived did
they realize that Germany
wasn’t winning the war. Such had been
the effect of Goebbel’s propaganda on the average citizen. Suddenly they heard of Allied tanks only a
few miles away, and a few moments later the tanks were rumbling and belching
fire through their streets. The
Rhinelanders were also angry--angry at Hitler, angry at us, angry at everybody
except themselves. In order to convey to
the Germans our disgust of Hitler and his supporters, our Nonfraternization
Policy strictly banned us soldiers from being friendly with the German
populace. Fines ranging from $50 to $125
were imposed for engaging in casual conversations with Rhinelanders; so we had
little opportunity to judge our unwilling hosts, except from somewhat
superficial observations.[63]
We slept in different houses almost every day as we
advanced. The houses often contained pictures of Hitler that had been hastily
taken down. When we snarled at Hitler’s
picture, the Germans would point at it and say, “Nicht gut! Nicht gut! (Not good!).” They certainly showed no loyalty to their
leader!
In selecting my bedroom, 1st Sgt. Titus would tell the
owners, “This is for der Hauptman (head man).”
The Germans would always make a fresh bed for me and, without fail,
place a piece of pie or cake alongside, often with a little flower. I never understood how they could be so
accommodating to an enemy. Coming from a
Southern family whose women repeatedly turned their backs on Yankees to shame
them, I expected similar treatment.
Therefore, I suspected the Germans of offering me poisoned food and
never ate any of it. Only later when I
got to know the Germans better did I realize that one of their characteristics
throughout the centuries has been a readiness to reject losing leaders and
accept victors. I had passed up a lot of
good pies and cakes!
As the papers have announced, we have crossed the Roer River
and entered into the Cologne Plain. What
a beautiful countryside! Great level
fields spread out for miles, interrupted here and there by clusters of
houses. Unlike our farmers who live in
individual homesteads, the farmers here band together in villages from which
their crops fan out. They grow lots of
sugar beets and some rye, but I see no pastures. I wonder how they feed the cattle that I see
in their barns. Surely the cattle don’t
remain in the barns in the summer!
It is a relief to leave the battered Hurtgen Forest. Now most houses are whole with all their
roofs and windows. I usually have my
C.P. in some house and, of course, sleep in the best bed. These German beds are
like double beds--built side by side with wonderfully soft mattresses and
beautiful bed clothing. The bedroom
seems to be the best room in the house with fine carvings in the ceilings and
pretty landscapes out the windows. They
cast doubt that the German national pastime is really war!
Unlike the towns in the Hurtgen forest, the ones here are
full of civilians--mostly women, children, and old people. Many houses display white flags or sheets on
flagpoles that, no doubt, once bore swastikas.
It is disgusting how the adults kowtow to us, declaring they don’t like
Hitler and want the war to end soon. But
we don’t trust them one bit. Complying
with our Nonfraternization Policy, we return their smiles with cold stares.
You should see how our GI's take over a town once it’s
captured. They investigate each store
and scatter its contents. When they
enter a storehouse full of typewriters, they fill the place with active,
aspiring typists. They sport top hats
and umbrellas. They dash madly about on
captured cars and motorcycles. As soon
as the shooting stops, they’re just overgrown kids, ready for fun and
displaying the typical American disregard for property.
Unfortunately, I see much evidence of looting by some of
our victorious soldiers. Some seem to
take an almost fiendish glee in searching through stores and homes and tearing
them apart. They break into wine cellars
and get gloriously drunk, collecting trophies, only to discard them later for
richer ones. Though we have been taught
to hate the Germans, it’s a shame to visit such wanton destruction on
them. (6 Mar 45)
When approaching the Erft Canal
near Stotzheim, we learned the Krauts had placed demolitions on the bridge
across the canal. Upon hearing this,
Glen Timm’s 2nd Platoon sent Privates First Class Kurt Storkel and James
Suddath to ride the lead tank to inspect the road for mines. Privates First Class Alfred Gray and Charles
Shepherd raced on a tank to the bridge and cut the demolition wires before they
were blown. On their way, they were
fired on and accompanying doughboys left the tanks to clear the way. Our engineers stuck to the tanks that dashed
onward. A few hundred yards from the
bridge, the Krauts sent a terrific mortar barrage against the tanks. As the engineers leapt off the tanks, a shell
splinter wounded Private First Class Gray’s arm. Shortly thereafter, the Krauts set off their
demolitions, destroying the bridge.[64] Having anticipated this result, I had
arranged for two Treadway
Bridge trucks to come
forward. They quickly bridged the gap
and we raced onward.
In the forest three miles east of Flammersheim, we met
what at first seemed to be the most concentrated mass of exploding enemy
weapons and firepower ever; however, we quickly realized the Krauts were trying
to destroy a huge ammunition and gasoline dump scattered for miles through the
woods. Our foot elements bypassed the
dumps, but their vehicles had to run a full gauntlet along the roads, spurred
on by gradually diminishing explosions.[65]
In eight days our 309th and 311th Infantry regiments
advanced thirty-five miles and captured forty-seven towns and more than 1500
prisoners. Meanwhile our 310th Infantry
was motorized to accompany the 9th Armored Division, which surged through us
after we crossed the Erft
Canal. Their column jammed our main route for a full
day, causing many frustrating traffic snarls.
Mounted on open-top trucks and preceded by tanks, the 310th captured
2300 prisoners and thirty-five more towns by March 7th, including Euskirchen,
Rheinbach, and Bad Neuenahr and advanced toward the Rhine town of Remagen,[66]
25 miles south of Bonn.
Remagen is a two thousand-year-old city of
leather-tanners and wine-makers. The
church and monastery of St. Apollinaris rose within. Originally a Celtic town, it was later
fortified by the Romans, whose presence remains in several ruined walls, a
Roman gate, and a Roman road built A.D. 162.
According to legend, Apollinaris, a pupil of the Apostle Paul, was
beheaded in Italy. The martyr’s followers preserved his head in
a silver casket that Frederick Barbarossa sent to the Cologne Cathedral in
1164. On the final stage of its voyage
down the Rhine, the boat carrying the casket turned into the shore at Remagen
despite the best efforts of the helmsman to continue to Cologne.
Considering this a miracle reflecting a divine will for the relic to
remain there, the people of Remagen erected a great church as a shrine to
contain the silver casket. Long reputed
to have miracle-working powers of healing, the relic has attracted thousands of
pilgrims each year for centuries.[67]
Crossing the Rhine at Remagen was the Ludendorf Bridge.
Built in 1918[68] by Allied prisoners during World War I, it
carried two railway lines and a pedestrian walkway, and it was considered one
of the finest steel truss spans over the Rhine.
The Krauts planked it over during World War II to carry truck traffic as well
as rail. This was one of forty-seven bridges spanning the Rhine that the
Germans systematically prepared for destruction to take advantage of the last
formidable natural barrier facing the Western Allies before reaching the
industrial heartland of Germany.[69]
[57] Lightning History of 78th
Inf. Div., Infantry Journal Press,
Wash,
DC, 1947, pp. 128-129.
[58] History, 303rd Engineer (C)
Battalion, published in
Berlin,
1945, p. 43.
[59] Combat journal of Timberwolf
Regt., 78th Lightning Div., WWII 1944-45, 311 In., p. 38.
[60] Donald W. Adams, “The 310th Field Artillery Bn. WW II, ETO,”
The Flash, May 1957. (RJ p.28.)
[61] “Bits and Pieces About E Company, 310th Infantry,”
Rhine Journey, p.58.
[62] History, 303rd Engineer (C)
Battalion, published in
Berlin,
1945, p. 45.
[63] “War’s Wake in the
Rhineland,”
The National Geographic Magazine, 1945,
p. 3, volume unknown
[64] History, 303rd Engineer (C)
Battalion, published in
Berlin,
1945, p. 45.
[65] Combat journal of Timberwolf
Regt.,78th Lightning Div., WWII 1944-45, 311 Inf., p. 38.
[66] Lightning History of 78th
Inf. Div., Infantry Journal Press,
Wash,
DC, 1947, p. 46.
[67] “War’s Wake in the
Rhineland,”
The National Geographic Magazine, 1945,
p.17, volume unknown.
[68] (AP)
Remagen,
West Germany, “German Town Sells
Stones From Historic WW II Bridge,” (RJ,
p55.)
[69] Dr. Joel Colton,
Duke
Magazine, Jul-Aug 1995.