Saturday, October 10, 2015

The Worst Day of Adolf Hitler's Life, Part I



The Allied invasion of Southern France, dubbed Operation Dragoon, caused Adolf Hitler to declare that August 15, 1944, D-Day for Dragoon, was the "worst day of my life."  My grandfather jumped in the early morning hours of the 15th, part of the initial force tasked with disrupting German defenses before the amphibious landings.  The ground that morning was covered with a thick fog and as he drifted towards it, my grandfather feared he was about to splash into the Mediterranean.  He readied to slip out of his chute and boots, but thankfully found that solid ground lay underneath the mists.  His captain was not so lucky, landing on a garden stake.  He and my grandfather would soon meet in the army hospital near Naples.
 

                                          Source: http://www.517prct.org/documents/ airborne
                                          _in vasion/airborne_invasion_history.htm


On D-Day Plus 2 (August 17), my grandfather's company was ordered to retrieve a small force led by Major William Boyle trapped in Les Arcs.  The town was heavily defended and at some point my grandfather was hit by German artillery, the shrapnel slicing through his hip.  He somehow made his way to a farmhouse owned by a family who spoke Italian.  He spent a few days hiding in the family's attic.  At one point, through the crevices in the floorboards, he could see German soldiers interrogating his hosts.  The family stood firm and within a few days friendly soldiers made it to the farmhouse and evacuated my grandfather to a military hospital.