Sgt. Whitie: Somewhere in France. |
A few choice anecdotes, a
repeated repetoire, that was about it, the full extent of what we ever knew of
Sergeant Whitie’s war. But that wasn’t—couldn’t possibly have been—all there
was to it for that young NCO, shipped off in his early twenties for several
long years to face unimaginable tasks, inescapable responsibilities and
unspeakable horrors. And no matter whatever else he did, became or was in his
life afterward, Sergeant Whitie would be part of it and everything would be
sifted through the jaundiced eye of that combat-hardened veteran, who could hardly
help but have to look at the present against the backdrop of the endelible
battlefield world he hid inside him, a world in which he would forever be who
he was back then—whoever else he might be.
If it was hard to know what
Sergeant Whitie’s personal story was, the story of the Army he shared that
journey with is clearly documented. The men of the Seventh Army were among the
first US field army troops to see combat. At first under the command of General
George S. Patton and boasting the brand new seven-step-A shoulder patch of
their outfit, they arrived by sea, direct from Stateside, on the southern
shores of Sicily, in July of 1943, and captured Palermo. Less than a month
later, in joint combat operations with Britain’s Eighth Army, they also took Messina.
During this invasion, elements of the Seventh Army killed or captured some
13,000 enemy troops. Though the modification was never officially authorized,
the newly tested combat veterans would add an embroidered slogan to the foot of
their Seventh Army emblem, reading: Seven Steps to Hell. After taking Messina,
they would set up a new Seventh Army headquarters in Italy while they awaited
further orders and mobilization, following Patton’s reassignment to the Armored
corps. Those orders didn’t come until early the next year, but when they did,
they were for an operation that would last practically until the end of the
war. It was called Operation Dragoon.
They came wearing the new seven-step patch of the US
Seventh Army, and after Sicily, although it was never
officially authorized, they added the slogan, 7 Steps to Hell.
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Operation Dragoon. The mission of
Operation Dragoon, which began on August 15, 1944, with the Seventh Army now
under the orders of General Alexander Patch, was to land on the beaches of the
South of France, push northward and complete the liberation of France from Nazi
control—a task which had begun with the Normandy invasions two months
earlier—continuing, once France was secured, across the Rhine and into Germany
proper. With the Normandy troops moving into France from the north and the US
Seventh Army and France’s First Army moving up from the south, the Germans were
forced into the Vosges Mountains.
While at first glance this
might have given the impression of an allied rout of the retreating German
troops, it was anything but a walkover. What ensued were months of grim and
savage mountain combat in impossible weather conditions—torrential rain, mire,
ice, snow and slush—that plagued the combattants on both sides. But in
principle, the Nazis, militarily speaking, had the upper hand, having fled
before the Allied advance and dug into the high ground in the mountains to make
a stand against the Seventh Army troops and their French allies advancing from
the low ground.
Anybody with a passing
knowledge of military history would have known that this would be the case. The
Vosges Massif is the natural north-south boundary between the German-speaking
Alsace and the French-speaking Lorraine and had been, for centuries already by
then, the scene of repeated bitter fighting for control of the entire
Alsace-Lorraine region. During World War I, barely a quarter-century before,
this rugged terrain had witnessed almost continuous heavy fighting and killing
between German and French troops throughout the confrontation. Coincidentally, this too was the very region
from which Sergeant Whitie’s wife’s family, the Webers, had emigrated to
America, just a generation before her father’s.
Savage mountain combat in imposible weather conditions.
(Photo: WWII Letters of Wm Taylor:taylorletters.blogspot.com)
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Despite the historical odds
against victory, Bonn writes, the US Seventh Army, fighting both the enemy and
horribly inclement weather, overran thousands of pillbox gun emplacements, tore
through miles of barbed wire and rolled over every other obstacle the enemy
erected in front of it, eventually blasting the German defenders out of their
mountain fortifications. And once that was done, the Seventh Army and the
French First Army stayed and held onto the ground they had gained in the face
of a new German offensive known as Operation Nordwind.
US Army tropos on the move in the Vosges Mountains. (Photo WWII in Color) |
The Germans launched their
attack on the heels of orders from Supreme Allied Commander Dwight D.
Eisenhower that the US Seventh Army should divide its strength in the Vosges
and send troops, supplies, equipment and arms north to Ardennes to reinforce
American lines in what would later be known as the Battle of the Bulge. The now
severely understrength US Seventh Army and its small detachment of French Army
allies suddenly found themselves trying to hold a 68-mile-long line of defense
in the Upper Vosges against everything Germany could think of to throw at
them—air cover, tank divisions, what was left of the the G Group that had been
resisting American advances from the outset, plus massive reinforcements from
the German First and Nineteenth Armies and specially trained SS mountain
troops. The fighting began on New Year’s Eve 1944 and continued until nearly
the end of January 1945. The battles were so intense and casualties so high,
that General Eisenhower began to fear the total destruction of the Seventh
Army, reconsidered his original move and rushed battle-weary reinforcements
back from Ardennes to the Vosges, where, its strength bolstered, the Seventh
Army went on the offensive, retook ground lost and drove the Germans out,
containing their advance. In the fighting, German losses numbered some 23,000,
while combined American and French fatalities totaled over 30,000. The following month, with the arrival of new
American and French reinforcements, the Allies were able to secure the west
bank of the Rhine and prepare to cross it, beginning their push into Nazi
Germany.
Cold weather and cold rations to match. (Photo: Toledo Blade) |
Ugly house to house combat in bombed-out cities. |
It was a long, dangerous,
costly and bitter road, but by late April, it was clear that the war in Europe
was nearly over. The Seventh joined the Third Army in carrying out clean-up
operations in southern Germany and Austria and German troops were now surrendering
by the thousands to the invading Allies. Back in Italy, where the story of
World War II had begun for the men of the Seventh Army, Il Duce had already been executed and strung up by his bootstraps
in the town square and there too the last German defenders had thrown down
their weapons, raised their hands and surrendered. On May 7, 1945, Germany
signed its unconditional surrender.
Sergeant Whitie’s Private War.
There’s an old saying that
it isn’t weakness that causes mental breakdowns, but rather, having to be far
too strong for far too long…
(To be continued)
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