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The Battle of the Bulge ran for 40 days and involved more than 1 million American, German, and British troops. A defining moment for the Glidermen, I thought it might be interesting to look at the first 15 days of the Battle, and see what was happening with units and vets we know, as the larger battle swirled around them. Here are the results…<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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12\/16\/44<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSoldiers of the Sixth Panzer Armee! The moment of Decision is upon us. The Fuhrer has placed us at the vital point. It is for us to breach the enemy front and push beyond the Meuse. Surprise is half the battle. In spite of terror bombings, the Home Front has supplied u with tanks, ammunition, and weapons. We will not let them down.\u201d Oberstgruppenfuhrer Sepp Dietrich, commander, 6th<\/sup> Pz Armee[i]<\/strong><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIn the fog enshrouded early morning hours of December 16, 1944, Adolf Hitler had launched the greatest offensive of the war in the west since the spring of 1940. Thirty Divisions, a quarter of a million men, with thousands of artillery pieces, armor, and military vehicles swept through the Ardennes forest, a historic route of invasion. Their objective was to capture the port of Antwerp and split the Allied armies.\u201d [ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA report found on a dead German officer showed the 116th<\/sup> Panzer Division was planning to capture St. Vith today and Bastogne tomorrow. To make this attack, the Germans had massed three panzer divisions in the central part of Belgium. The Germans were out to secure two major towns in Belgium, and probably points beyond. With this new information, Middleton realized this must be more than a mere spoiling attack.\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI would sacrifice a Division to hold Bastogne\u201d, he thought grimly.[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026a half dozen men sat drinking coffee in a 99th<\/sup> Division mess tent while to cook, Tyger by name, mixed a batch of pancake batter. Shells began flying overhead. \u201cGive \u2018em hell, boys!\u201d on G.I said. A shell landed 100 yards away. \u201cThat\u2019s incoming mail\u201d said Tyger in surprise. Then came an explosion overhead and Tyger leaped in the air. As others stared at the shrapnel holes in the tent, Tyger slowly, fastidiously withdrew his foot from the can of batter, and started stirring again.\u201d[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAfter an hour, the barrage stopped. There was a stunned silence, but only for a moment. Then at key points all along the front giant searchlights from the east stabbed through the morning fog. American frontline positions, battered and smoking, were lit up. GIs stared out, faces white in the deathly glow. This was their first terrifying, bewildering taste of the new Nazi fright weapon, \u201cartificial moonlight\u201d. Now ghostly white-sheeted forms came out of the haze toward them, advancing in a slow ominous walk twelve and fourteen abreast.\u201d[vi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 68<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Skyriders, p. 90<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 41<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> Ibid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> Battle, p. 24<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vi]<\/a> Ibid., p. 26<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/17\/44<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTo the south\u2026. Dietrich\u2019s left panzer spearhead had better luck. The heavily armored battlegroup of 1st<\/sup> SS Panzer Division, Kampfgruppe Peiper, had knifed through the Losheim Gap t Honsfeld and pressed on to Bullingen. There, in spite of American artillery fire and intervening fighter-bombers, the rampaging Germans seized 50,000 gallons of V Corps gasoline. After forcing captured American soldiers to refuel their panzers at gunpoint, Peiper\u2019s tank force thrust deep behind U.S. lines \u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNear the Belgian village of Malmedy members of the SS battle group killed 84 unarmed U.S. soldiers.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPeiper was confident that they would reach the Meuse River the following day.\u201d[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBlacked-out vehicles of the 7th<\/sup> Armored Division were now rolling south towards the Ardennes. From tank to tank a rumor began spreading that the war in Europe was over, that they were going to the Pacific. The crews scrawled in chalk on the sides of their tanks \u201cPacific Bound.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe stream of reports from the front had swollen to a flood. They were still frantic and fragmentary, confusing and conflicting. Even so Courtney Hodges now realized he was in serious trouble. Clearly a number of wide, deep holes had been punched in his front. This could be a full scale offensive.\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe 82d and 101st<\/sup> Airborne were alerted on the evening of the 17th<\/sup>\u2026\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201dOn Sunday evening, December 17, there was suddenly called general staff meeting. Knowing something was afoot, I stayed up until Colonel Danahy returned to our quarters with the announcement, \u2018Well Fred, you are going to be with us for a while.\u2019 Then he explained that the Division had been assigned a mission and that I must be restricted to camp for two or three days until released. I knew that the Germans were attacking and suspected that the Division was being summoned to meet the thrust. I knew it might prove to be a dangerous step, but I said \u2018How about going with you Colonel?\u2019 \u2018We\u2019d be happy to have you\u2019 Colonel Danahy replied\u2026.The next day began the most awesome ten days I might conceive in the widest of nightmares.\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2019All I know of the situation is that there has been a breakthrough and we have got to get up there\u2019 Brigadier General Anthony McAuliffe announced to his staff and regimental commanders, pointing to a spot on the map near the Ardennes forest. Once again the Screaming Eagles would be going into combat, but this time they would ride into war on the back of trucks instead of leaping from planes. Their original orders were simple: Proceed to Werbomont and join up with VIII Corps to stop the German advance.\u201d[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 102<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Battle, P. 54<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> Fighting With The Screaming Eagles, p. 159<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 20<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 50<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/18\/44<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOn the right wing of Dietrich\u2019s army, The 1st<\/sup> SS Panzer Division penetrated deep behind American lines. Kampfgruppe Peiper fought its way across the Ambleve River at Stavelot, crushing the resistance of the hodge podge of engineers, anti-tank guns and members of the 526th<\/sup> Infantry Battalion who had barricaded the approaches to the bridge. Peiper\u2019s men did not even pause to secure the town and pressed along the highway west to the next bridge at Trois Ponts. But as the first German tank lunged for that crossing, the waiting 51st<\/sup> Engineer Combat Battalion detonated charges which sent it crashing into the Salm River.\u201d[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBy the morning of December 18, more than fifty German columns were probing into the Ardennes from Echternach to Monschau. Some had gone only a mile; half had pierced as far as ten and twelve; and one had raced almost thirty.\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust outside of Mildren\u2019s command post, a Tiger with a dozen grenadiers aboard approached. He waited till it had closed to fifty yards, then raked the deck with his sub-machine gun. Half of the grenadiers were knocked off; the rest jumped and fled to the rear. Morrow grabbed an M-1, attached a rifle grenade and fired at the oncoming Tiger. It passed him, and swerved around, looking for the gnat attacking it. Morrow ran up closer, and fired another grenade from 5 yards out. The Tiger swerved inti a ditch. As it tried to back up, Morrow took careful aim and fired again. This time the grenade hit the ammunition rack and the tank burst into flame. Tankers wearing black tams jumped out of escape hatches, their clothing ablaze.\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA junior staff officer made radio contact with colonel Boos. \u2018Sir, we\u2019ve GOT to have TD\u2019s. We\u2019re being overrun by Jerry tanks!\u2019 \u2018How many tanks?\u2019 Boos asked calmly. \u2018And just how close are they to you?\u2019 There was a roar. The house shook, plaster fell in hunks. \u2018Well, colonel\u2019, said the officer at the radio, \u2018if I went up to the second floor, I could piss out the window and hit at least six!\u2019\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe door flew open with a loud bang that made me sit bolt upright in my bunk. Other combat-weary men came immediately awake. Sergeant Vetland came blustering and shouting into the room, not bothering to shut the door behind him. A cold, damp December wind blasted into our already miserable room, adding to the chill and discomfort. A chorus of angry voices demanded that someone \u201cClose the goddamned door!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2019Awright you guys, let\u2019s hit it!\u2019 He bellowed. \u2018Come on, of and on, let\u2019s hit it. Let\u2019s go, hubba hubba, one time. Off your ass and on your feet, start packing your seaborne rolls, we\u2019re moving out-now!\u2019 [v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEveryone began to pack frantically. A number of men were on leave in Reims and had to be collected. One man, so drunk he could hardly stand up, could not believe the recall order. It was not until much later that he realized what was happening.\u201d[vi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2019I was CQ (charge of quarters) when I received a phone call to get everybody up and ready to move out and the officer repeated the order. I said \u2018Yes Sir!\u2019 and ran into the quarters shouting, \u2018Everybody up! Everybody up! We\u2019re moving out!\u2019 I was deluged with a barrage of boots \u2013 mess kits \u2013 everything imaginable. I was lucky to get out of there alive.\u2019\u201d[vii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTransportation for the move did not become available until about 1600 hours that afternoon. Tightly packed aboard open-bodied ten-ton trucks, which had been rerouted from supply missions, the 327 and 401 rode into the night.[viii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOne of the last units to depart Mourmelon was the 1\/401st<\/sup> Glider Infantry. Its commander was a veteran officer named Lieutenant Colonel Ray C. Allen. Unlike the paratroopers in the 502nd<\/sup>, who were all volunteers, the soldiers of the 401st<\/sup> were glider riders, and some were even draftees. Sometimes, in the airborne world, the paratroopers tended to look down on the men who rode into combat in gliders. In reality, the action was as dangerous as jumping from the sky, if not more so.\u201d[ix]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe got as much ammo and gear as we could, and then loaded up in trucks for the drive north to Belgium. I was wearing my long underwear, on top of that, my dress uniform, and on top of that, my combat uniform. Extra socks in my pockets, knit cap, gloves, and I was still freezing.\u201d[x]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2019I can\u2019t tell you a goddamned thing about what we\u2019ll be doing except at this time we\u2019ll be in Corps reserve\u2019 he said in a southern drawl. \u2018That is what they tell me, but I don\u2019t believe it. I know you\u2019ve got men who can\u2019t take any more of this shit, so I want you to single them out and leave them behind. Draw ammo and rations from the supply room. Remember, it\u2019s winter. Take overcoats, overshoes, and extra blankets. We leave as soon as the trucks get here, so get cracking!\u2019\u201d[xi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMiddleton informed McAuliffe that per 12th<\/sup> Army Group, his orders were changed. The Screaming Eagles would be redirected to Bastogne. General Bradley had concurred with Middleton when Middleton had called earlier, telling him that Bastogne could be important to holding up the German offense, and he needed a Division, pronto.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAs McAuliffe peered over Middleton\u2019s shoulder at the map, he knew he had to get the word to the rest of the 101st<\/sup> column and let them know that Bastogne was their destination. He chose an assembly area for his men in the fields around Mande St. Etienne, about three and a half miles to the west of Bastogne.\u201d[xii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAlthough we did not know it then, Bastogne was out destination, though inadvertently. Actually we were supposed to defend Werbomont, 20 miles north of Bastogne, but we were re-routed to Bastogne while we were on the way. It was cold, rainy and foggy when we passed through the town\u2026\u201d[xiii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

 \u201c\u2026the entire convoy, looking like a gigantic snake, was moving over the French roads, passing through battlefields like Verdun and Sedan on the way to Belgium. I leaned against the trailer\u2019s side and looked out over the darkening land: my mind\u2019s eye could see hordes of WWI troops rising from the trenches and charging in great masses through a lethal barrage of artillery and small arms fire toward the enemy. Their ghosts were restless.\u201d[xiv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFifty of us are crammed into the big truck with high sideboards, kind of like pigs being hauled to market.  There is standing room only, with no cover over our heads. The weather is very cold, with low clouds overhead\u2026..Orders are given to lock and load all weapons. This is not normal practice.\u201d[xv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 109<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Battle, p. 97<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> Battle, p. 98<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> Ibid., p. 99<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> Seven Roads to Hell, p. 17<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vi]<\/a> Skyriders, p. 91<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vii]<\/a> Ibid. p. 24<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[viii]<\/a> Skyriders, p. 91<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ix]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 57<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[x]<\/a> Carmen Gisi, B\/401, No Silent Night, p. 59<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xi]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 23<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xii]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 59-62<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xiii]<\/a> Fighting With The Screaming Eagles, p. 163<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xiv]<\/a> Seven Roads to Hell., p. 34<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xv]<\/a> Glider Infantryman, p. 154<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/19\/44<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDecember 19th<\/sup>, 1944 was one of the most dismal days of the last year of the war in Europe. Word from the Ardennes was of a frightful rate of German advance. The headline in the Parisian paper Le monde nervously told that the enemy was on the move over a front of fifty miles. The weather continued to be abysmal. Low clouds and mist clung to the wintry Ardennes hills; intervention by the Allied Air Force was still impossible.\u201d[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe have two kinds of weather, bad and worse.\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut Eisenhower agreed that Patton should attack to relieve pressure on Bastogne. He turned to the Third Army commander with a serious question: \u2018When can you start?\u2019 \u2018As soon as you are through with me, \u2018Patton told him.\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026headquarters worried about their loss of contact with Kampfgruppe Peiper. At mid-day, Genfldm Model called for \u2018air reconnaissance to determine the location of the advance guard.\u2019 Out of radio contact, and under orders to thrust rapidly \u2018without concern for your flanks\u2019 Peiper had managed to get his battle group trapped in the Ambleve River valley. Attacking west from La Gleize to cross the river near Lorce, the heavily armored force managed to take Stoumont three miles to the northwest, but an attempt to penetrate further to Targnon was checked by determined resistance from the U.S. 30th<\/sup> infantry Division, dwindling fuel supplies and anti-tank fire\u2026\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust north of Bastogne, the advancing 2nd<\/sup> Panzer locked horns with the 10th<\/sup> Armored Division\u2019s Team Desobry at Noville.\u201d[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe tragedy of the Schnee Eiffel was concluded. Eight thousand Americans \u2013 perhaps nine thousand, for the battle was too confused for accuracy \u2013 had been bagged. Next to Bataan, it was the greatest mass surrender of Americans in history.\u201d[vi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt was now up to the 740th<\/sup>. Having no radio, he gave Lieutenant Powers a hand signal to take the lead with his five tanks. Powers pushed through the fog, almost immediately spotting a Panther 150 yards ahead at a curve in the road. His first shot hit the German\u2019s gun mantlet and ricocheted down, killing the driver and bow gunner. The panther burst into flames. Powers slowly pushed on, having no idea what lay ahead. A second big tank loomed up. Before the German could fire, Powers sent a round into the Tiger\u2019s front slop plate. The shell bounced off harmlessly. Powers\u2019 gun jammed. Since the radios were useless, he hand signaled the tank destroyer behind to move in. The Tiger, jarred by Powers\u2019 first shot, fired two wild rounds. Then the American tank destroyer\u2019s big 90mm roared. The Tiger flamed.\u201d[vii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe General then proceeded to designate the bivouac of each of the Division\u2019s units. He placed the four infantry regiments so that Ewell\u2019s 501st<\/sup> would be near the outskirts of Bastogne, Sink\u2019s 506th<\/sup> in line behind it, Chappuis\u2019 502nd<\/sup> next in order of assembly, and Harper\u2019s 327th<\/sup> the farthest westward in the Mande St. Etienne vicinity.\u201d[viii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFollowing orders, we dismounted, one company at a time to form up in loose company formations along the roadside. It was about 4:00 a.m. As each truck emptied, its driver would move a little farther down the road, make a U-turn, and then head back the way we had come. Before our truck moved out I asked the driver where we were. \u2018This is Champs\u2019 he replied. \u2018Bastogne is straight ahead about three miles.\u201d[ix]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEarly on Tuesday morning, December 19, thousands of wind burned and frozen Screaming Eagles clambered over the sides of their trucks at a roadside west of Bastogne. The men complained and stamped their feet in the cold. They had traveled 107 miles in more than eight hours through freezing sleet and cold-icy rain. Many were in poor spirits, having been almost fully exposed while huddling in the back of their open-topped \u2018cattle cars\u2019. \u201c[x]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAs the cold and nervous paratroopers of Ewell\u2019s 501st<\/sup> heard the distant gunfire, they hikes up their pack straps, shouldered their weapons, and marched off through town to the east. With barely a pause, the 101st<\/sup> Airborne Division had just joined the battle for Bastogne.\u201d[xi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUnfortunately, the Germans had struck the first deadly blow hours earlier. The reports that reached the 327th<\/sup> of gunfire and burning vehicles to the west were true. The 326th<\/sup> Medical Company\u2019s field hospital had been set up northwest of Flamierge in an open field at the intersection of the Marche Road and the Barriere Hinck, nicknamed \u2018Crossroads X\u2019 by the GIs. \u201c[xii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCompany G moves into a small brick schoolhouse at Mande St. Etienne. There, Regensburg briefs us on the immediate situation. The enemy isn\u2019t all that close, or so he says \u2013 forty miles or more. Earlier in the day, the parachute regiments arrived and headed toward and around the town of Bastogne.\u201d[xiii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCaptain Towns called me on the 300 radio set and I was soon on the way to the CP. I could see companies A and B moving out and knew they had been committed. The CP was in the garage of a small stone house off the road. Men from the headquarters platoon milled about as I pushed my way through. The other platoon leaders were there, gathered around Captain Towns. He had the only map of the area and pointed out the positions we would take in the defense line. He told us what he knew about the German drive, which was more serious than he had been led to believe at Mourmelon. We heard that the defense line held by the 28th<\/sup> and the 106th<\/sup> Infantry Divisions had been shattered by enemy spearheads headed in our direction. He said that German troops dressed in American uniforms had been captured and warned us to challenge everyone regardless of dress. \u2018Make goddam sure before you let anyone in\u2019, he said adamantly.\u201d[xiv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p.131<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Joel, tour guide at Bastogne Barracks, October 2018.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 132<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 135<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 137<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vi]<\/a> Battle, p. 133<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vii]<\/a> Battle. P. 135<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[viii]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 39<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ix]<\/a> Seven Roads to Hell, p. 47<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[x]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 73<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xi]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 74<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xii]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 81<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xiii]<\/a> Glider Infantryman, p. 155<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xiv]<\/a> Fighting with the Screaming Eagles, p. 163.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/20\/44<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA few miles north of ST. Vith, Bruce Clarke, while inspecting a front line unit, was captured on the morning of December 20. \u2018I\u2019m General Bruce Clark of CCB\u2019 he kept saying. \u2018Like hell\u2019 said one of his captors, an American MP. \u2018You\u2019re one of Skorzeny\u2019s men. We were told to watch for a Kraut posing as a one-star General.\u2019 Clarke argued vehemently. The decisions of the next few hours could determine the battle of St. Vith. The MPs ignored his protests and locked him in a building. Only a Kraut would have insisted the Chicago Cubs were in the American League.\u201d[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNow almost totally out of gasoline, Peiper radioed for a Luftwaffe drop of fuel, not knowing how close he was to American petrol.\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBastogne was the storm center of the southern half of the battlefield that day. By 3:30 p.m., Noville, the village defending its northern approaches, had been completely abandoned and the American survivors of the bitter two-day battle were retreating in bad shape to Bastogne.\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat was the situation when we, the men of A Company straggled in from the perimeter around Noville, gaunt, ragged, dirty, cordite-splotched, and hungry. Most of us old men had been virtually without sleep since our trip to Paris on 14 December. It was now the twentieth. We came in small groups, wary, watching, and listening for \u2018incoming mail\u2019, ready to hit the ground at the first hint of another barrage.\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fate of Bastogne was being discussed at that moment, 4:00 p.m., twenty miles to the southwest at the VIII Corps\u2019s new command post in Neufchateau. \u2018There are three German Divisions in your area,\u2019 Troy Middleton was telling Anthony McAuliffe. \u2018And the 116th<\/sup> panzer is on its way. You\u2019re going to have a rough time staying there.\u2019 \u2018Hell, \u2018replied McAuliffe, \u2018if we pull out now we\u2019d be chewed to pieces.\u2019 \u2018Well I certainly want to hold Bastogne,\u2019 said Middleton. \u2018But in view of recent developments I\u2019m not sure it can be done.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2019Good luck, Tony.\u2019 Middleton smiled. \u2018Now don\u2019t get yourself surrounded.\u2019 Soon McAuliffe\u2019s jeep was rolling up the Neufchateau-Bastogne highway \u2013 the only road into Bastogne not controlled by the Germans. Within an hour he entered his command post in the Belgian Barracks. He had narrowly missed capture but didn\u2019t know it. A few minutes after he\u2019d used the Neufchateau highway, it was cut by the Germans.  Bastogne was now completely surrounded.\u201d[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIn the north, Dietrich\u2019s only advancing column was fighting for its life. Kampfgruppe Peiper now knew it was completely surrounded in the scenic mountainous area near Stoumont. Fifteen miles to its rear the rest of the 1st<\/sup> SS Panzer Division was still unable to drive across the Ambleve River into Stavelot and bring up desperately needed fuel, food, and ammunition.\u201d[vi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe took special precautions to keep our identity a secret, just as we had on our previous mission. We were ordered to remove or cover our shoulder patches with a scrap of cloth sewn over them. As we entered Bastogne itself, many of the civilians remaining in the city came into the streets saying \u201cwelcome 101st<\/sup>, we knew you were coming.\u201d[vii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe just got to the edge of Marvie. We were told to dig in. No sooner did we dig in than we were ordered to move further south; the \u201cG\u201d Company took our positions. No sooner do we get situated in our new holes when the Sergeant comes along and orders \u2018Kocurek \u2013 take three men and go out to the edge of those woods. We\u2019ve got to protect the flank \u2013 one guy from each squad.\u2019 1st<\/sup> platoon was 300 yards to my right. They had a building and a barn. Between us were open fields. The grass had been cut so there was no concealment for anyone trying to sneak up on us between the two platoons.\u201d[viii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAfter being told that his regiment was to be in reserve and that the enemy troops were still 40 miles away, it was a real shock to PFC Donald J Rich to be involved in a combined armor-infantry attack on Marvie when his regiment had just arrived and had not yet completed the job of digging in. He wrote: \u2019The bazooka section had not yet set up when someone yelled, \u2018There comes a German tank!\u2019 I grabbed my bazooka and told one man to come with me. We ran up the street and into a house. I told the man with me to take the bazooka and stay at the window. I went into the next room to watch and told him to wait till the tank went by and then fire at it. He must have stuck his head up before the tank went by because the tanker fired into the house and blew a hole about three or four feet in diameter. I went rolling across the floor. I jumped up to see how my buddy made out. He came staggering out of the room. I rushed him to the medics. I never knew if he had serious wounds or if he made it. I ran back to the house to retrieve the bazooka. It was bent, with the barrel opening sealed. Someone else got the tank further on.\u2019\u201d[ix]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCompany C held a very vulnerable sector of the defense line with the greatest gaps between it and the other companies. The 2d platoon held the westernmost roadblock in the division, dug in on the slope of a rise among some trees with rolling hills and patches of woods to the front. In its rear on slightly higher ground was a great stone house with outbuildings surrounding a sunken courtyard. Tremendous fir trees bordered this area, as they did along the main road running between Bastogne and Marche 18 miles or so to the northwest. A 37 mm anti-tank gun was set in the trees facing down the road, and a Sherman tank and two tank destroyers moved into the courtyard. The roadblock appeared strong enough to stop anything coming down the road.\u201d[x]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Battle, p. 155<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 141<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> Battle, p. 162<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> Seven Roads to Hell, p. 112<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> Battle, p. 163-4<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vi]<\/a> Battle, p. 166<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vii]<\/a> Seven Roads to Hell, p. 55<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[viii]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 135<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ix]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 137<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[x]<\/a> Fighting with the Screaming Eagles, p. 164<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/21\/44<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOn the ground, the average German soldier was elated. Most could not have imagined that the German High Command already considered Wacht Am Rhein a failure. For, after a terrible summer and autumn, Germany was again on the offensive and spirits soared. \u2018What glorious hours and days we are experiencing\u2019 a German volksgrenadier wrote home, \u2018always advancing and smashing everything. Victory was never so close as it is now.\u2019\u201d[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOut of gasoline with its supply line cut at Stavelot, Kampfgruppe Peiper in Stoumont and La Gleize repulsed attacks from all sides by the 30th<\/sup> Infantry and 3rd<\/sup> Armored Division. At mid-day Peiper held a conference with his battalion commanders in the chateau of Froide Cour just east of Stoumont to discuss their increasingly desperate situation. It was decided that the village must be surrendered in order to hope to successfully defend against future attacks. By evening his troops and the battleground command post had been moved back to La Gleize where the situation remained grim as well; the tiny 50 house village was being swept by gusts of artillery fire.\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAround noon, Dollinger in his 213 and SS-Untersturm-f\u00fchrer Georg Hantusch in his 221 opened fire on 15 US tanks coming from Roanne but scored no hit. The American tanks fired back and blew off the front third of Dollingers tank’s gun. Hantusch’s King Tiger got also severely hit and both tank crews had to bail out. Dollinger, suffering from a head wound, took cover in the cellar of the Werimont farm. 213 was abandoned at the Werimont Farm when Kampfgruppe Peiper withdrew from La Gleize on foot.[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026that same day Patton began his offensive from the south in the midst of a swirling snowstorm. The pistol-packing general\u2019s objectives were ambitious: halt any further advance of the German Seventh Armee, rescue the encircled paratroopers in Bastogne and cut through to Houffalize and cut off the German spearhead. \u201c[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe busiest man in the entire sector, the man marshaling the Third Army into its attack position, was George Patton. He was visiting every division and corps headquarters, warning commanders to rush into attack or be relieved. He was mingling with the enlisted men \u2013 one pearl handled revolver strapped outside his coat, another stuck in his waist \u2013 laughing, wisecracking. He drove his Army northward, dashing by jeep from place to place like a man possessed.\u201d[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOut beyond the western perimeter, Captain Robert McDonald and his Baker Company of the 401st<\/sup> Glider Infantry continued to discourage any moves by the enemy to push closer to Bastogne from that direction. They were still out about three to four miles west of the positions of Able and Charley in the Mande St. Etienne part of the perimeter.\u201d[vi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2019At 0800 on the morning of the 21st<\/sup>, it was \u201cB\u201d Company\u2019s turn to set an ambush. The prize included nine half-tracks pulling artillery pieces, plus other small vehicles. Also included in the prize were enemy dead, wounded, and captured Germans. Two other attacks were broken up at the road block that day. On the third counter-attack, one enemy tank was knocked out and one captured along with more prisoners. The company was ordered to move back three miles to the MLR. This was accomplished on our newly acquired transportation.\u2019\u201d[vii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAfter destroying the roadblock and killing all the Germans there, the 327 Glider Infantry patrol made a sweep toward the hospital area on their way back to Bastogne. They were guided to the area by the loud continuous blowing of stuck horns on the still burning trucks. As they approached the site the patrol spotted nearly a hundred of the Germans who had butchered the wounded in the hospital. The Germans, confident no Americans were in the area, stood around some of the burning vehicles talking loudly and laughing. The Company Commander quickly plotted an ambush. He ordered the bulk of the Company to move quietly by a roundabout way, and set up in front of the Germans. At a prearranged signal from the troopers who had gone ahead, the platoon that waited in place raced noisily forward, yelling and shooting at the surprised, panic-stricken Germans, who immediately took off running toward a nearby woods on the far side of a clearing. When they reached the center of the clearing, they were in a killing zone. Caught in a deadly crossfire, they didn\u2019t have a chance. The glidermen took no prisoners.\u201d[viii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKokott could not believe what he was reading. Capture Bastogne? It was one thing to use his Division to surround the town, but to capture it seemed a stretch. Did Von Luttwitz know something he didn\u2019t know? Perhaps the Corps intelligence sections estimated that the Americans holding Bastogne had sustained greater losses than previously thought and, as a result, their morale was suffering? Still Kokott thought, it was ludicrous to think that one division could defeat another division in a deliberate attack, especially when the enemy division was dug in and firmly emplaced in a major urban center. Military logic dictated that you needed at least a two-to-one advantage in combat power before you even contemplated tackling a foe who was in a prepared defense. All this and he faced and American armored combat command in addition to an elite Airborne Division \u2013 some of the toughest fighters the Amis had\u2026\u201d[ix]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe made a big mistake when we left our winter gear back at the supply dump. In the early hours of December 21, the temperatures continue to plummet and the snow deepens. The temperature drops well below freezing, approaching zero Fahrenheit. I check the K Rations, and among the six of us we have about three days\u2019 worth of food if we eat sparingly. At daybreak, snow is still falling. I can hear tanks moving near Remoifosse, which is about a mile south of us, but I can\u2019t see them.\u201d[x]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAll around I could hear the sounds of fighting, sometimes muffled, other times just over the next hill. The snow began covering the ground and quickly got deeper. Foxholes now became freezers and no amount of stamping around could get one\u2019s feet warm. The cold had more serious effects too. The actions on our weapons froze, and all the lubrication had to be removed. Men who had foolishly discarded their overcoats and overshoes now suffered horribly. They spent a miserable night, wrapped in blankets, shelter halves, and sleeping bags, and still cold. I checked my squad several times during the night, mainly to keep warm.\u201d [xi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 145<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 156<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> December 44 Museum website<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 163<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> Battle, p. 168<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vi]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 167<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vii]<\/a> The battered Bastards of Bastogne, p.167-8<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[viii]<\/a> Seven Roads to Hell, p. 115<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ix]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 94-5<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[x]<\/a> Glider Infantryman, p. 170<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xi]<\/a> Fighting with the Screaming Eagles, p, 166-7<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/22\/44<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOn December 22nd<\/sup>, \u2018Watch on the Rhine\u2019 picked up its pace. The rate of speed would have been even faster but for two obstacles. Standing athwart the German flood tide were an island and a peninsula. The island was at Bastogne, seriously hindering the attack by forcing Manteuffel to detour above and below it. The peninsula was the new horseshoe defense being hastily thrown up hastily behind the fallen St. Vith. It was almost an island, for its escape corridor to the northwest was being dangerously narrowed every hour by a second wave of attacking German troops.\u201d[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u201d\u2026the situation for Kampfgruppe Peiper had become desperate. Out of fuel, surrounded by two American divisions and under constant shelling, Peiper had abandoned Stoumont and moved two mile east to hold out in \u2018The La Gleize Cauldron\u2019.\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust north of Elsenborn ridge and only two miles west of Hitler\u2019s favorite town of Monschau, three ragged, shivering German paratroopers were stumbling up a hill. They were Baron Von Der Heydte, his executive, and his orderly. The day before, the Baron had decided his situation was impossible. He had wounded, prisoners, and no food. There was only one thing to do \u2013 break through to the German lines. Before ordering the starved remnants of the Kampfgruppe to split into groups of three, he had written  note in English to the man he mistakenly believed commanded the opposing force, Major General Maxwell Taylor: \u2018We fought each other in Normandy near Carentan and from this time I know you as a chivalrous, gallant General. I am sending you back the prisoners I took. They fought gallantly too, and I cannot care for them. I am also sending you my wounded. I should greatly appreciate it if you would give them the medical treatment they need.\u2019\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBack at Bastogne, there had been \u2018no change in the siege and encirclement front.\u2019 Mindful of the mass capitulation of the American pocket in the Schnee Eiffel, the commander of the XLVII Panzer Corps, Gen. Von Luttwitz, took it upon himself to make a surrender request of the American bastion at Bastogne. \u2018Along abut December 22nd<\/sup> I was having my greatest doubts, \u2018Gen. McAuliffe remembered. \u2018Many were wounded and supplies were short. Some guns were down to ten rounds each.\u2019\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026Major Alvin Jones, Colonel Joseph Harper\u2019s S-3, took an incoming call from the 2\/327th<\/sup> at Marvie. A trooper from Fox Company manning a roadblock had reported a bizarre sight: A group of four Germans \u2013 two officers and two enlisted men \u2013 carrying a white flag, had approached the 327th<\/sup>\u2019s outposts near Remoifosse. The Germans had walked right up to the American foxholes on the Arlon Road leading straight south out of Bastogne.\u201d[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGeneral A. C. McAuliffe had been up all the night before and was sacked out in deep sleep in his basement cubbyhole, next to the Division Command Post in the cellar. Colonel Moore went to General McAuliffe and shook him awake, saying \u2018The Germans have sent some people forward to take our surrender.\u2019 Still half asleep, the General muttered \u2018Nuts!\u2019 and started crawling out of his sleeping bag.\u201d[vi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe Germans had allowed only two hours for an American response before they would resume their shelling and attacks. But when it came time to draft a reply, McAuliffe was at a loss for words. \u2018That first remark of yours would be hard to beat\u2019 Lt. Colonel Harry W. O. Kinnard, his G-3 told him. \u2018What was that?\u2019 McAuliffe asked. \u2018You said \u2018Nuts!\u2019 Kinnard told him. The General\u2019s staff voiced their approval. \u2018That\u2019s it!\u2019 McAuliffe beamed. The irreverence of the response was perfect. It was so typically American, so oddball, so go-to-hell G.I.\u201d[vii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAs the blindfolds were removed, and the Germans were escorted to the main road, Harper spoke up once more. He wanted to make sure they understood the nature of the reply. \u2018If you don\u2019t understand what NUTS means\u2019, he continued, \u2018in plain English it means the same as \u2018go to Hell\u2019. And I will tell you something else: if you continue to attack, we will kill every goddamned German who tries to break into this city.\u201d[viii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhen word spread that they were surrounded, rivalry among the various units was suddenly forgotten. The paratroopers now grudgingly admitted that the 10th<\/sup> Armored Division teams had put up one hell of a fight and had saved the bacon during the first two days. The sharp rivalry among the regiments of the 101st<\/sup> also ceased. Of course, no self-respecting 501st<\/sup> man would want to be in the Five-Oh-Deuce, the 504th<\/sup>, or the 327th<\/sup> Glider. But those were pretty good outfits to have at your side. Negro artilleryman of the Long Tom outfit which had wandered into town were stuffing the bottoms of their trousers into their boots. \u2018What the devil kind of uniform is that?\u2019 a 101st<\/sup> officer asked curiously. \u2018Man\u2019, was the answer, \u2018we\u2019re airborne!\u2019 So was their spirit.\u201d[ix]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u201d I was saved from the dilemma by the rumbling of a tank coming from second platoon. It stopped by me and a stocky sergeant got out. \u2018Colonel Allen told me to run down the road and shoot up those houses\u2019 he said in a quiet drawl. I pointed out the panzerfausts. \u2018With those there? How far will you get? \u2018What do you suggest then?\u2019 I told him I was going to send a squad down each side of the road. If his tank could support them with his 75mm cannon and .50 caliber machine gun while Felker\u2019s squad provided enfilading fire from the left flank, the plan might work. He agreed and I ran to Felker\u2019s position to direct their fire. I gave a signal and all hell seemed to break loose. The tank cannon began its bark, its machine gun blazing. \u2018A\u2019 Company\u2019s machine gun and riflemen added to the din and Felker\u2019s men raked the German foxholes from the ide. The two attacking squads took off with yells, dodging from tree to tree along the road and firing at the foxholes in front of them. The Germans panicked as the 75mm blasted them out of houses and our enfilading fire kept them down in their holes. They hardly fired a shot in return. I was in an end slit trench with Felker. Our weapons were hot from firing clip after clip. The Germans around the shed and potato mounds had enough. They began to pull out. Only a few made it and soon their bodies littered the snow in bloody heaps. I hit one and he went down and began to scream. We brought him in later with a gaping wound from knee to hip. He was barely eighteen and scared to death. We dressed his wound and evacuated him to Bastogne with the other German wounded. The action ended, having taken about a half hour. Cries of \u2018Kamerad! Kamerad!\u2019 meant it was over. I went back to the tank on the main road. The tank sergeant was exuberant. \u2018By God, I\u2019ve been in this mess since D plus twelve and I\u2019ve never seen anything like this. You\u2019re a crazy gang\u2019, he said.\u201d[x]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe set up our defenses, using captured MG-42s along with our won weapons. The tank went back to 2d platoon, the crew pleased with their contribution. If it hadn\u2019t been for them, American bodies would have been lying alongside the Germans. Not long afterward, a jeep came down the road and stopped by the hamlet. General McAuliffe and some of his staff got out. He seemed to recognize me immediately as I saluted and told him about the action. He had complimented me in Holland when we were in positions along the Rhine. He did again, congratulating some of the men individually as well. His visit helped improve our morale and steady our nerves.\u201d[xi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat night, the temperature plummets even lower. Ice forms, eighteen inches thick, along the sides of the foxhole. We can hear mechanized enemy troop movements to the south in the dark. At least we all have sleeping bags now, nut I am even more concerned about going to sleep and freezing to death. To keep awake, I stand in the sleeping bag all night long. We take turns keeping watch for the enemy. The wind is howling, and the foxhole still blocks the wind, but it also seems to act like a freezer\u2026\u201d[xii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026the German weather service reported a rapid build-up of high pressure approaching from the east. According to the forecasts, a sustained period of improved weather could be expected in one or two days.\u201d[xiii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPatton was delighted. His critics had been confounded. The three divisions had moved one hundred miles over strange roads, under icy conditions, in less than forty-eight hours. As predicted, his attack was on schedule. Now he gave an even more startling prediction. \u2018We\u2019ll be in St. Vith,\u2019 he said, \u2018by December 26.\u2019 The week before, Patton had ordered his chaplain to publish a prayer for good weather for hi Saar attack. \u2018See if we can\u2019t get God to work on our side.\u2019 \u2018Sir\u2019, replied Chaplain O\u2019Neill, \u2018it\u2019s going to take a pretty thick rug for that kind of praying.\u2019 \u2018I don\u2019t care if it takes a flying carpet.\u2019 \u2018Yes, sir, replied O\u2019Neill reluctantly. \u2018But it usually isn\u2019t customary among men of my profession to pray for clear weather to kill fellow men.\u2019  \u2018Chaplain, are you teaching me theology or are you the Chaplain of Third Army? I want a prayer.\u2019\u2026.Now, as Patton\u2019s III Corps headed north to bite into the great German offensive, the prayer was being passed out, even though Patton\u2019s chief of staff, General Gay, had reminded him that it had been printed for an earlier attack. \u2018Oh, the Lord won\u2019t mind\u2019 was Patton\u2019s answer. \u2018He knows we\u2019re too busy right now killing Germans to print another prayer.\u201d[xiv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Battle, p. 191<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 166<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> Battle, p. 198<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 166<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 106<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vi]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 205<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vii]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 175<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[viii]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 176<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ix]<\/a> Battle, p. 209<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[x]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 193-4<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xi]<\/a> Fighting With the Screaming Eagles, p. 171<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xii]<\/a> Glider Infantryman, p. 176<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xiii]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 168<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xiv]<\/a> Battle, p. 206-7<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/23\/44<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe advance warning of the German meteorologists had been correct; on Saturday, December 23rd<\/sup> the weather made a dramatic change. The sun rose to reveal a bright frosty landscape under a clear blue sky. Within two hours, the air over the Ardennes was filled with swarms of Allied planes. For the first time in a week Allied air power was able to intervene in the German counteroffensive. Hitler\u2019s luck had finally run out.\u201d[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhen Patton looked out his window on the Boulevard Paul Eyschen and saw the sun he was jubilant. \u2018Hot Dog!\u2019 he said. \u201cI guess I\u2019ll have another 100,000 of those prayers printed. The Lord is on our side and we\u2019ve got to keep him informed of what we need.\u2019 He called for his deputy chief of staff, Colonel Harkins. \u2018God damn, Paul, look at that weather! O\u2019Neill sure did some potent praying. Get him up here, I want to pin a medal on him.\u2019\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIn foxholes circling Bastogne the bright sun was bringing welcome warmth to the town\u2019s cramped frozen defenders. They had never before been so glad to see dawn. It had been a night of misery. Their foxholes had become refrigerators. Awake all night, they had danced up and down to keep from freezing. A half dozen times they had taken off tight paratrooper\u2019s boots to massage their numb feet. Now they were trying to thaw out not only themselves but their pieces. One man\u2019s M-1 rifle wouldn\u2019t work. Checking, he found the ejector frozen. He resorted to the old soldier\u2019s solution: he urinated on the cold metal.\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe were told that the 101st<\/sup> Airborne Division in Bastogne was surrounded and we didn\u2019t know if they had been overrun by Germans. We were to parachute in and set up our equipment if we landed in friendly territory and prepare to guide resupply missions into Bastogne.\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe set up our equipment (CRN\u2019s) there and waited for the first sound of incoming aircraft. We didn\u2019t dare turn on the sets until the last minute because the Germans would have \u2018honed in\u2019 on us and blasted us to bits. Shortly, the sound of approaching aircraft grew louder and louder so we turned on the CRN-4s. Even though the Germans started firing at us, the sight of the aerial armada distracted them and we suffered no casualties. The air drop was a great success and a Christmas present that the beleaguered troops at Bastogne wouldn\u2019t forget for a long time.\u201d[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKampfgruppe Peiper was still encircled and throwing back the unremitting attacks of the 30th<\/sup> and 3rd<\/sup> Armored Divisions, \u2018for breakfast on December 23rd<\/sup>,\u2019 remembered one of the German battlegroup, \u2018we got a double helping of artillery and mortar fire.\u2019\u201d[vi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u201dOur attacks from the west and east bogged down today\u2019 said Harrison. \u2018But tomorrow I\u2019m going to try one from the north.\u2019 From these wooded hills his men could approach La Gleize without being seen. Their conversation was brief and loud, for two howitzers and a great 155mm cannon, dug in next to the chateau, were lobbing tons of high explosive into Peiper\u2019s final stronghold at La Gleize. This one cannon was giving Peiper more grief than any other gun he\u2019d run up against. His men were in an almost constant state of shock from its pounding. In addition, he was low on ammunition and out of fuel. The day before he had radioed: \u2018Almost all out Hermann is gone. We have no Otto. It\u2019s just a question of time before we\u2019re completely destroyed. Can we break out?\u2019\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd lacking the forces for a full-blooded concentric attack, the 26th<\/sup> Volksgrenadiers elected to hit Bastogne from the northwest. Artillery and werfer fire commenced before daybreak as the Grenadiers wormed in closer to the paratrooper foxhole line. The initial rush took the Germans to the village of Flamierge, but a hard-fought counterattack managed to push them back out.\u201d[vii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGisi recalled the bouncy and bumpy ride as the glidermen rode into Flamierge on the back of the jeeps and armored cars, and a light tank. After the shelling lifted, Rudolph Voboril\u2019s jeep stopped just outside the town. With a wave of his hand, Voboril motioned two machine gun teams to set up and start spraying the edge of town like Chicago gangsters. Rd tracers spit out and lanced into the sky above the village.\u201d[viii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSuddenly, the world seemed to explode in my face. I felt myself being tossed aside as if a giant bubble had violently burst at my feet. My ears rang, my vision blurred, my body felt as if it was on fire, and my nostrils filled with acrid smoke. A shell had dropped less than ten feet from us, bowling us over like pins in a bowling alley. All four of us were down. My chest was on fire and my arm numb. Gwyn lay in a crumpled heap, Wagner, Damato and I got up and limped closer to the wall of the house. Medics rushed outside and helped us to the temporary aid station. \u2026I was lucky, my ammunition belt suspenders slowed up a chunk of shrapnel, which still buried itself just below the ribs on the right side of my chest. It was the size of a half dollar and the medics picked it out. But they couldn\u2019t do anything with the piece in my right wrist, a jagged shard that had buried itself in the bones. The medics dressed our wounds, gave us shots of morphine and told us to lay on a pile of straw with the other wounded. For us the battle was over.\u201d[ix]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2019Bob, I don\u2019t think Wagner is coming back. I think we should make a break for it.\u2019 I looked at the distance we would have to go and thought about his leg wound. He could hardly walk and I knew he could never make it. As for me, my wrist was extremely painful but the wound in my abdomen nothing to speak of and I knew I could move in a pinch\u2026..The small arms and tank fore to the front petered out. Something told me we had been abandoned\u2026.The door was shoved in with a kick and a big German in a snowsuit came in, machine pistol leveled\u2026.\u2019For you the war is over\u2019. Sam spoke with him for a moment, then told us we were prisoners of war and would be treated as such.\u201d[x]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRay Allen knew it was past time to go. All day he had listened to C Company\u2019s desperate struggle to hold open the Mande corridor. By evening the bad news had arrived \u2013 the Germans had retaken the town of Flamierge. Voboril\u2019s force had come back pell-mell, the same way they had gone out, riding on jeeps and greyhounds. This time, though, they brought wounded.\u201d[xi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDespite this, the battalion managed to pull back to a new main line of resistance that was east of Mande St. Etienne and parallel to the Champs-Hemroulle road behind it. By 2200 hours that night, Allen informed Harper and McAuliffe that he had established his new command post near Hemroulle.\u201d[xii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOn the other side of the salient, the attack by the Panzer Lehr Division to capture Marvie could not get underway until nightfall after the American jabos buzzing through the Ardennes sky had gone home for the day.  In spite of the strenuous efforts of the 901st<\/sup> Panzer Grenadier regiment the attack see-sawed through Marvie with each side in partial control of the village.\u201d[xiii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe decimated platoon, led by 1lt. Tom Morrison of \u201cG\u201d Company, was dug in around a building on Hill 500, just to the south of Marvie. Morrison was about to be captured for the second time in four days. A platoon of Company C of the 326th<\/sup> Engineers led by 1lt. Harold Young would be forced to withdraw. Some of its members were captured. With that strong point taken out, the Germans approached \u201cB\u201d Company positions near the bridges with some of their tanks.\u201d[xiv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe Germans want to take the town, which will make it easier for them to take Bastogne. The sounds of battle are intense. German tanks shell the American lines for about ten minutes. Because of the wooded areas between Marvie and me, I can\u2019t see the action, and the sounds are muffled. Screaming enemy infantry and four tanks from two companies attack the platoon on Hill 500, splitting the American lines. The attackers are dressed in white snowsuits, making it hard to see them.\u201d[xv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAt the farmhouse where I am, the sounds of battle coming from the west are getting closer to me. First Platoon of F Company is being attacked on the Arlon Road as the sun goes down. Fighting erupts again to the east of me as second Platoon of Company F comes under attack. The enemy is on both sides of my position. Behind me, the woods are pounded by German artillery, with shells going over us and hitting behind.\u201d[xvi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

 \u201cThat night, more snow was falling \u2013 soft flakes at first, which became smaller and more like ice pellets as the dark of night spread into the pink stain of morning. The weather was uncomfortable for the exhausted men of the 1\/401st<\/sup>, but in a way a blessing. The snow and fog would help to mask their movement as they continued to break contact and withdraw. The bulk of the men retreated almost two miles closer to Bastogne. As the drained glider fighters of C Company threw A6 machine guns, mortar plates, and ammo over their shoulders and quietly moved out, they took one last glance at Flamierge and Flamizoulle in the distance. The villages were largely quiet and, in the softly falling snow, resembled something from a peaceful Currier & Ives print. Allen\u2019s men guessed by now that the twin towns were completely occupied by German soldiers\u2026\u2026Regardless, Allen let all of his men know they could pull back no more. That night he told his men, \u2018This is our last withdrawal. Live or Die \u2013 this is it.\u201d[xvii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> The Battle of the Bulge, p. 177<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Battle, p. 219<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> Battle, p. 220-1<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 222<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 225<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vi]<\/a> The Battle of the Bulge, p. 178<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vii]<\/a> The Battle of the Bulge, p. 180<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[viii]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 122<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ix]<\/a> Fighting With The Screaming Eagles, p. 195<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[x]<\/a> Fighting With The Screaming Eagles, p. 196-7<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xi]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 145<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xii]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 147<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xiii]<\/a> The Battle of the Bulge, p. 180<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xiv]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 237<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xv]<\/a> Glider Infantryman, p. 177<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xvi]<\/a> Glider Infantryman, p. 178<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[xvii]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 147<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/24\/44<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIn the pre-dawn darkness on December 24th<\/sup>, Christmas Eve, Peiper and his battlegroup were in the process of escaping from \u2018the cauldron\u2019 in La Gleize. Hopelessly surrounded and under continuous attack from all sides, Peiper and 800 men managed to slip out of their encirclement in the dark. The heavily armored battlegroup had been practically destroyed, being forced to leave behind countless dead, 400 wounded and almost all of the Division\u2019s panzer regiment. \u201c[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u201dThe allied air forces were committed to the Ardennes fighting in mass on Christmas Eve with over 5,000 sorties aimed at choking off Heeresgruppe B\u2019s supplies and smashing the panzer spearheads. In fact, the 24th<\/sup> featured the greatest concentrated confrontation of air forces during the entire European war. Although the Luftwaffe managed 1,088 sorties, their largest air effort since D-Day, this \u2019could not produce the required relief.\u2019 That day, the Seventh Armee bitterly reported not sighting a single German plane. Allied fighter-bombers buzzed over the battle area almost incessantly while bombers continued to pound railways and supply columns in rear areas. Later the same evening, Genmaj. Ludwig Heilman, in charge of the 5th<\/sup> Fallschirmjaeger Division, reported that: \u2018At night, one could see from Bastogne back to the West Wall, a single torchlight procession of burning vehicles.\u2019\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnother air supply had come in that morning, right on cue, courtesy of more than 160 Troop Carrier C-47s. Besides ammunition, the Air Corps dropped several containers of K Rations. This time eleven of the flimsy CG-4 cargo-carrying gliders also came in, their spectacular landings in the snowy fields fascinating the GIs around Bastogne. Several skidded to a halt just outside artillery positions near Savy and Hemroulle. Like manna from heaven, the gliders were loaded with 1015mm and 75mm shells for big American guns.\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBastogne was outwardly peaceful on Christmas Eve, but by now the men in the surrounded town had given themselves a new title: the battered Bastards of the Bastion of Bastogne. At his command post, General McAuliffe was talking to General Middleton on the phone. The strain of the past week was evident on his face. \u2018The finest Christmas present the 101st<\/sup> could get,\u2019 he was saying somberly, \u2018would be a relief tomorrow.\u2019\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMcAuliffe\u2019s basement headquarters had picked up a message relayed by VIII Corps from General Patton and the Third Army. Patton\u2019s Third was still fighting their way north to the city, and now was only eight miles away. \u2018Xmas Eve present coming up. Hold On.\u2019 The message said. Like any good commander, McAuliffe wanted to nip any morale issues in the bud before it became problematic \u2013 especially on the holiday. Even if he was starting to have his own concerns, he wasn\u2019t about to let on to any of his staff or soldiers. On the Christmas, he knew that many of the herd-pressed GIs would start to worry about home and family. It would be important to remind them why they were here. In a widely circulated flyer, Colonel Kinnard wrote the following Christmas message. McAuliffe approved it and had it distributed to all of the men in and out of frozen foxholes\u2026\u201d[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe battle for Marvie petered out early Sunday morning, with the Americans holding half of the town, and the Germans the other. It certainly was not the conclusive key engagement Colonel Heinz Kokott had sought. He could tell by looking over the reports from the 901st<\/sup> Panzergrenadier Regiment, which had spearheaded the attack on Marvie. Once again the stubborn Ami paratroopers had refused to yield to common sense. Reluctantly, Kokott began to feel some admiration for his adversary, and he decided that everyone, including his higher headquarters, had underestimated he pluck of the GIs trapped in Bastogne. The attack on Marvie had foundered relatively early. Kokott knew by 2200 hours the previous night that the assault had become mired in the streets of the small Belgian hamlet. Indeed, the Operations center of the 901st<\/sup> reported to him at the time, \u2018[T]he attack had been halted by increased enemy resistance and\u2026 there were no longer any reserves for continuance of the attack with any hope for success.\u2019 Kokott knew it was senseless to continue reinforcing failure.\u201d[vi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEarlier, Kokott had made a personal reconnaissance of the western roads to Bastogne. He was well aware of the strong resistance put up by the Americans near Mande St. Etienne and Flamierge. However, he was inspired when recon elements reported early morning retraction of the American lines in this sector. After four days of stubborn resistance, the Amis had finally pulled back their forces here. Perhaps, though Kokott, this was a clear indication that the Americans were stretched too thin in Bastogne\u2019s western approaches.\u201d[vii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAlmost due west of Hemroulle the ground gradually climbed and flattened out into large, open fields. It was in this broad, snowy area before Allen\u2019s headquarters that Town\u2019s hard fought Charlie Company had entrenched some distance behind their brothers in Able and Baker companies\u2026.After the beating it had sustained the previous day, mercifully, Captain Towns\u2019s Company was now in reserve. Shivering in their foxholes, some of the glidermen could hear the sound of gurgling panzer engines in the distance, coming from the direction of Salle and Tronle. For many, there was a sad resignation \u2013 they felt it was going to be their last day on earth.\u201d[viii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe first reports of approaching German aircraft came over the radios around 1925 hours, and within minutes bombs were falling in the center of Bastogne. Adolf Hitler had unleashed his fury and frustration on the little Belgian town. Snarling, like fat mosquitoes, the bombers and the eruptions of their payloads \u2013 high explosive, fragmentation, incendiaries, and bright magnesium flares \u2013 blasted the still winter night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat was once a building was now twisted, burning embers and smashed masonry\u2026..\u2019there were thirty two wounded men in there,\u2019 a shocked lieutenant cried out, pointing at the monstrous, consuming inferno\u2026.The lieutenant then pointed at the debris and remarked, \u2018One of the men told me that a Belgian nurse was caught under a falling timber just as she was nearly out,\u2019 said the lieutenant. \u2018She was taking care of the wounded.\u2019\u201d[ix]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAbout midnight, I head over to the barn to warm myself with fresh milk. The Luftwaffe\u2019s Bed Check Charlie is doing his thing, bombing Bastogne. The explosions ripple through the night air, and I can see flashed of fire. I can easily see the aircraft in the moonlight. Mesmerized by the sight, I leave the foxhole to get a better look. The plane looks like a Junkers fighter bomber. As the plane banks over Bastogne, heading toward my location, I can even make out the gunner in front of the aircraft, illuminated by lights inside. Closer the enemy aircraft comes. I think about shooting my rifle at the plane: I\u2019ll just hit ol\u2019 Bed Check Charlie. Then I hear a continuous whipping sound ahead of me. \u2018What the\u2026?\u2019 I speak out loud as I glance down into the snowy landscape ahead of me. The snow is jumping up in the air in two columns coming my way. The aircraft gunner is shooting at me.\u201d[x]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 184<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 187<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 161<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> Battle, p. 257<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 162<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vi]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 158<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vii]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 157<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[viii]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 171<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ix]<\/a> No Silent Night, p. 180<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[x]<\/a> Glider Infantryman, p. 182-3<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cOn the morning of December 25th<\/sup>, 770 absolutely exhausted men of Kampfgruppe Peiper reached German lines along the Salm River near Rochelinval after suffering some casualties from repeated brushes with the 82d Airborne Division. With the capitulation of Kampfgruppe Peiper, the Germans along the Ambleve River were forced over to its southern bank.\u201d[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPatton was well aware of the American predicament in the isolated market town, but the Germans in the path of his 4th<\/sup> armored Division were putting up a brave if hopeless fight\u2026..The Third Army Commander ordered the attack to be continued on through the night.\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAfter another cold night, Christmas Day arrives without any special implications for me and my squad. \u2026In the wee hours of Christmas, the enemy moves hard against the 401st<\/sup> and the 50nd to the west.\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

 \u201cReconnaissance of the area west of Bastogne had convinced Division that the next major attack along the perimeter would come from that direction and most likely it would come on Christmas day.\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPerhaps the best measure of the fighting \u00e9lan of this unit is that on the morning of the attack they were covering their ground with five .50 caliber machine guns and two light MG\u2019s in excess of the two light guns allowed by the tables. They had scrounged this extra weapon power and were quite happy to carry it along.\u201d[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2019The column of 60-ton German tanks began moving into Company A\u2019s positions with their flame throwers blazing. Each tank had 15 or 16 infantrymen, wearing white sheets, riding on it and some infantrymen were walking behind the tanks. They were firing rifles and flame throwers as they came into 2nd<\/sup> Platoon\u2019s positions The Germans were probing, trying to find my front-line positions. As soon as the last tank rolled through 2nd<\/sup> Platoon\u2019s position, about 30 minutes later, the men of and platoon simply climbed out of 3rd<\/sup> Platoon\u2019s positions and went back to their own positions, closing up the front line. No one told them to do it, they just did it and not one man failed to return to his position. Now they were behind the tanks and in front of the approaching infantry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One of my men on the far left flank began firing a .50 cal. Machine gun, but no one else did any firing. This added to the deception. The German tanks thought they had just passed a weak outpost and kept on going. They didn\u2019t know they had passed through a well-fortified front line position.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The TD\u2019s were in the woods, 200 yards behind the CP and couldn\u2019t see the German tanks until the tanks were right beside them. As the German tanks slowly rolled past them, one of the tank destroyer crews was cursed for \u2018dallying\u2019 by a German tank commander who though they were part of his force in the darkness and the heavy fog. No one answered him, no one fired, and they moved on. The German tanks slowly rumbled toward Company C. The tank crews thought they were well on their way to Bastogne. As soon as the tanks moved past them, the two tank destroyers pulled out of the trees and joined the other two tank destroyers on the left flank of the area.  No one told the men to do it, they just did it. It\u2019s important to point out that no one was giving orders at this time. You can\u2019t tell someone what to do in a situation like this. The men were acting completely on their own.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The only infantry troops accompanying the tanks were the ones riding on the backs of the white-washed tanks. Following five hundred yards to their rear cam the white-capped infantry troops. Colonel Allen continues: \u2018They were still marching in formation in the field below the ridge. They were wearing white sheets, screaming and firing their rifles into the air. In the early pre-dawn light and the heavy fog, they looked like ghosts floating across the snow-covered field. They didn\u2019t know they were just minutes away from their doom. They were heading into our well-hidden, machine gun final protective line on the ridge and my men were becoming angry as they watched hundreds of screaming German infantrymen coming toward them, but they stayed low, waiting for the Germans to get into range. Their plan was working. The German tanks were separated from the infantry and infantry still didn\u2019t know where we were dug in. It was almost dawn and my men, four tank destroyers, our bazooka teams and Colonel Cooper\u2019s 463rd<\/sup> Artillery team were all in position. Waiting \u2013 patiently, quietly waiting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No one told them to wait. They knew if they made a mistake they were done for. The suddenly, the front line roared as my men began firing every gun they had and our machine gun final protective line went into full effect. The surprised German infantry was trapped in the flat, open field and were being cut to pieces by the cross fire from our machine guns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The four tank destroyers had avoided a direct frontal fight with the tanks because of the thick armor plating on the front of the German tanks. When the first shot rang out, the tanks were still in a column moving toward my command post. Instantly, the four tank destroyers raced into position behind the tanks and opened fire. Five of the tanks exploded as their thin unprotected backsides took direct hits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cC\u201d Company was dug in and they were not going to budge one bit. Someone said they shot at anything and everything that could be German. Colonel Cooper\u2019s 463rd<\/sup> artillery was so close to the tanks they had to level their muzzles and shoot almost straight across the ground to hit them. They fired point blank and said it was like \u2018shooting fish in a barrel\u2019. Now the tank column was being bombarded by fire from every direction. The column was surely staggered. Then, to escape the furious fire that was pounding them, it split up. Some of the tanks started racing toward Champs, two miles north, and six of them sped toward my CP in Hemroulle, two miles west of Bastogne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My CP was beside the road from Champs to Hemroulle and on into Bastogne. It was about 7:15 a.m. now and Captain Preston Towns, the commander of Company C, called to warn me about the tanks speeding toward my CP. I asked him where they were and he said \u2018If you look out your back window now, you\u2019ll be looking right down the muzzle of an 88.\u2019\u201d[vi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhen he peered out of the farmhouse, Allen learned that Towns was not exaggerating. An approaching panzer fired its main gun at the building. As Allen and his staff hugged the floor, the shell splintered the roof and passed through the structure, setting it afire\u2026.grabbing a radio, he quickly contacted Colonel Harper to let him know the battalion HQ was displacing and that the Germans had penetrated the American lines. When asked how close the German tanks were to his farmhouse, Allen responded \u2018Right here! They are firing point blank at me from 150 yards range. My units are still in position, but I\u2019ve got to run.\u2019 When there was a break in the firing, Allen told the last two men remaining, Captain James Pounders and Captain Joseph S. Brewster, to \u2018come on\u2019. He grabbed an armful of papers, threw a piece of white parachute silk over his shoulders for camouflage, and bolted out the door  just as a German tank picked him up in its sights. \u2018The book says the tank was leading me with its fire, giving me credit for more speed than I possessed\u2019, Allen later recounted with grim humor in an interview years later. \u2018But I met an officer later who had just topped a hill when the tank started firing, and he saw the whole thing. I asked him if it was true the gun was leading me. He said \u2018No, you were definitely leading it.\u2019\u201d[vii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> The Battle of the Bulge, p. 197<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> The Battle of the Bulge, p. 197<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> Gilder Infantryman, p. 183<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 265<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 265<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vi]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, pp. 265-270<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vii]<\/a> No Silent Night, pp. 247-9<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/26\/44<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe five of us settle back into our foxholes. For our squad, Christmas dinner consists of more warm milk in the barn and K rations. In the late morning a messenger drops off a piece of paper with a message from General McAuliffe.\u201d[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAt 0400 on the 26th<\/sup>, the Germans again attacked with tanks supported by artillery and infantry that penetrated the woods held by \u2018A\u2019 Company on our left flank. \u2018C\u2019 Company in reserve, immediately counterattacked with the help of our 705th<\/sup> TD and drove the enemy back.\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnxious for his wounded, McAuliffe radioed a request that surgeons and medical supplies be flown in by Glider, the only possible way any surgeons could get to the 101st<\/sup>. Apparently, about this time, (perhaps on the suggestion of the division commander, McAuliffe\u2019s G-4), LTC Carl W. Kohls radioed the Air Force to try to get ammunition in by glider, as supplies going in by glider needed no such special packaging as was necessary for a parachute drop. The Air Force had retrieved hundreds of gliders from the Holland operation and had hundreds sitting on French airfields and it remained now to load them and take off.\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBack at Bastogne, the battle reached its climax. Another air drop was made over the town, although the response of German flak guns was telling. On the 26th<\/sup> and 27th<\/sup> 962 transports and 61 gliders dropped a massive 850 tons of supplies, with were shot down (sic) and 261 damaged from gunfire.\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFive miles south at that moment, 1:30 p.m., Colonel Creighton W. Abrams was standing on a hill looking toward Bastogne. His 37th<\/sup> Tank battalion was the spearhead of the 4th<\/sup> Armored Division driving up from the south to relieve Bastogne. He was scheduled to attack a village several miles to the northwest. But he was down to twenty medium tanks, only enough for one good assault. Should he take a chance and ask permission to blast straight north toward Bastogne? A great roar filled the air. Soon clouds of C-47s flew overhead looking like fat geese. Hundreds of brightly colored parachutes burst over Bastogne. Gliders zoomed toward the ground. Flak burst on all sides; several planes flamed and crashed, but the flights kept coming on. Abrams mind was made up. He returned to his tank, the \u2018Thunderbolt IV\u2019, and radioed Hugh Gaffey, Commander of the 4th<\/sup> Armored Division. He asked permission to attack straight north. At 2:00 p.m., Gaffey telephoned Patton. \u2018Will you authorize a big risk with Combat Command R for a breakthrough to Bastogne? He asked. \u2018I sure as hell will!\u2019 A few minutes after 3:00 p.m., Abrams was handed a message. His face was impassive but his eyes glinted. He shoved a big cigar in his mouth. It stuck out aggressively like another gun. \u2018We\u2019re going in to those people now\u2019, he said as he stood up in the turret of his tank. \u2018Let \u2018er roll.\u2019\u201d[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThen that afternoon the situation took a decisive turn in the Allied favor. At 4:45 p.m. a U.S. engineer on the south of the American perimeter near Assenois excitedly reported the approach of \u2018three light tanks, believed friendly.\u2019 Although down to only 20 Shermans, U.S. tankers of Combat Command R of the 4th<\/sup> Armored Division broke through the German ring of the battered 26th<\/sup> Volksgrenadier Division to reach the paratroopers of the 101st<\/sup> Airborne Division. \u2018Gee, I\u2019m mighty glad to see you\u2019 exclaimed McAuliffe. The four day siege of Bastogne was over.\u201d[vi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe British were ready to lend a hand as well. Lt. Gen. Brian Horrocks British XXX Corps was moving up to ensure that the Germans would find it difficult to cross the Meuse should they reach the river.\u201d[vii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Glider Infantryman, p. 184<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 310<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 312<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 201<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> Battle, pp. 284-5<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vi]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 201<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vii]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 202<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/27\/1944<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut, most important of all, only three miles from the Meuse River and some 60 miles from the starting line, the German spearhead of Hitler\u2019s last great offensive lay shattered and broken in the snow. The Germans would get no further.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Back at Bastogne, the battle would reach its climax[i]<\/a>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026Hitler issued an unalterable decree that \u2018Bastogne be cleared\u2019 \u2013 a euphemism for the destruction of the American forces in and around the town. The SS Panzer Divisions (or what was left of them) were to be immediately pulled out of the line along with the Fuhrer Begleit Brigade<\/em> and the 3rd<\/sup> Panzergrenadier Division<\/em>.  These formations were to then be expeditiously moved to the Bastogne salient where they were to \u2018lance this boil\u2019.\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe went into the barn, so crowded with prisoners that you could hardly turn around. The floor was covered with straw wet with urine and smeared with feces. Anxiously we waited until the enemy soldiers came and took us away several at a time for questioning. \u2026. Additional prisoners kept being added to our number, including the crew of a C-47 that had been shot down on a supply run to Bastogne. The fliers gave us the latest news of the battle, which wasn\u2019t that much, and said Patton\u2019s army had reached the outskirts of Bastogne.\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe sun came up bright and clear on 27 December.\u2026The road was open again and more tanks raced into Bastogne followed by supply trucks and infantry that had been waiting in the wings. Replacements would be coming in. We had ammo for all our weapons and food aplenty (both K-Rations and ten-in-ones). Our wounded were being cared for by the surgeons and doctors airlifted in earlier\u2026.. We had it made.\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAlso on December 27 at about Noon, more supplies are dropped on Bastogne from the air through parachutes and gliders. We hear gunfire back toward Marvie as Screaming Eagle patrols attempt to probe enemy positions on Hill 500. Later on that day we hear General Taylor is back in command, and the 101st<\/sup> is getting ready for offensive maneuvers against the enemy.\u201d[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAbout eight miles from the DZ we started getting small arms fire and something turned loose underneath us. It sounded like large antiaircraft fire. The tow ship then caught fire under the belly and it blazed up suddenly over the whole back end. We flew for about three or four miles further with the blaze getting large all the time. It looked as though the tow ship would blow up any minute. It was burning furiously. Flames were leaping half-way down the tow rope. Just as we got inside the LZ, which would be about four miles from the DZ, two chutes came out through the flames. After about one more mile the third chute came out. About this time, I thought I could make it into the LZ so I released and cut across the LZ, never seeing the fourth chute open.\u201d[vi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNearby, men from the 101st<\/sup> rushed toward the glider and pulled open the door. Brema thought they wanted to see if he was still alive, or perhaps congratulate him for making it without getting killed. Instead, they started pulling and hacking at the lashings, binding the ammunition to the glider floor, and ran off with it, leaving him unceremoniously to his own devices.\u201d[vii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAn equally important meeting was going on in Germany at the Fuhrer\u2019s daily conference. Von Rundstet was trying to persuade Hitler to abandon \u2018Watch On The Rhine\u2019 and retreat before the Montgomery offensive started. \u2018I suggest\u2019, he said \u2018that Fifth and Sixth Panzer Armies withdraw to a defensive line east of Bastogne\u2019. Hitler was infuriated at the suggestion. \u2018Only the offensive will enable us once more to give successful turn to the war in the West. We will renew the drive to the Meuse just as soon as I\u2019ve carried out the next phase of the overall plan \u2013 Operation Nordwind\u2026.its certain success will automatically bring about the collapse of the threat to the left of the main offensive in the Ardennes\u2019 \u2013 he looked around at his commanders \u2013 \u2018which will then be resumed with a fresh prospect of success.\u201d[viii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 201<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 209<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> Fighting with the Screaming Eagles, p. 200<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> Seven Roads to Hell, p. 213<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> Glider Infantryman, p. 186<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vi]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 327<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vii]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 332<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[viii]<\/a> Battle, p. 303<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/28\/1944<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe Fuhrer paused. \u201cIn the meantime, Model will consolidate his holding and reorganize for a new attempt on the Meuse. And he will make a final powerful assault on Bastogne. Above all, we must have Bastogne.\u2019 By midnight, nine Panzer and volksgrenadier divisions began to converge on the town Hitler wanted at all costs.\u201d[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBy now, the Bastogne corridor was broad enough that American ambulances were able to enter the town and evacuate the many wounded, although not without risk from enemy fire. Meanwhile, General William M. Miley\u2019s untried 17th<\/sup> Airborne Division moved up from SHAEF reserve to a back-stop position along the Meuse river south of Givet after coming straight from training in England. Switching places with the 17th<\/sup>, the 11th<\/sup> Armored moved off to Bastogne 24 hours later, \u2018on a clear, cold night under an unimaginably bright moon.\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLater they took us to a room. Mine was small, the floor straw-covered with blankets. All the other wounded were Germans and I was put between two SS troopers. They did not seem hostile, in fact, it looked like they wanted to talk. However, as I spoke no German and they no English, our conversation amounted to sign language and pidgin English. The man next to me had been an anti-tank gunner and told me about knocking out two American tanks. However, the third got him, killing everyone in his crew but him. He even got a small metal case out of an inner pocket. It contained half-smoked cigarettes and he graciously offered me one. Even though I was never a cigarette smoker, I took a butt and smoked it with him.\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt was a misty day. Our fighter-bombers failed to show up but enemy observation planes made runs over the Bastogne sector. There were two small probing attacks in the 401st<\/sup> Glider Infantry area which were quickly repulsed.\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStill along the ridge northwest of Marvie, after one road had been opened to Bastogne by tanks of the 4th<\/sup> Armored Division, PFC Charles Kocurek remembers the approach of tanks up the same road along which German parliamentaries had approached on December 22nd<\/sup>.\u201d[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTo the south of us, around 0930, I can hear a rumbling over the ridge. The replacements and I look at each other and then back to the south. \u2018Could that be some of Patton\u2019s tanks?\u2019 someone mutters. Three US Sherman tanks come into view heading right for us, coming around the curve in the road. Since we are pretty close to the road, I start to get a little nervous. \u2018Could be Krauts!\u2019 I say out loud, not really believing the tanks are in German hands. I am concerned about being fired on by the tanks, be they Americans or Germans.\u201d[vi]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWith plenty of ammo now on hand, and more on the way, the gun crews didn\u2019t let their barrels cool. They received their orders and then worked in singing, rhythmic precision \u2013 loading and firing, loading and firing again at their distant targets. Loaders would slam the breeches shut and the gunners would hold the lanyards, waiting for the order to fire. \u2018Battery, fire!\u2019 a voice would ring out. \u2018Now Hitler, count yo\u2019 chillun\u2019 said the gunner each time he pulled the cord, sending death-laden projectiles toward the enemy. Those Negro gun crews were efficient. Hordes of Germans were cut down by the devastating power of their guns. Frozen German bodies lay in almost every wood, field, ditch, and house surrounding Bastogne, bearing mute testimony to the 969th<\/sup>\u2019s deadly efficiency.[vii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Battle, p. 303<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 212<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> FIGHTING WITH THE Screaming Eagles, p. 206<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 343<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 346<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vi]<\/a> Glider Infantryman, p. 186<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[vii]<\/a> Seven Roads to Hell, p. 214<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/29\/1944<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe situation at Bastogne was improving. The corridor was now a mile wider and ten tons of medical supplies had arrived the day before by glider. This was to be the last supply by air by the IX Troop Carrier Command; the road leading to Bastogne was relatively safe. The night before, a 62-vehicle convoy had brought in ammunition, rations, mail, and PX items. Supplies, reinforcements continued to pour in all day December 29.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At least Patton felt ready to launch the attack he hoped would bring an end to the Bulge. He had just been given two new divisions – the 11th<\/sup> Armored and the 87th<\/sup>. The next day he would send those fresh troops north toward Houffalize.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Manteuffel was also planning an attack for December 30. Panzer Lehr and the 27th<\/sup> Volksgrenadier divisions were to strike at the Bastogne corridor from the northwest. Simultaneously the 1st<\/sup> SS Panzer and the 167th<\/sup> Volksgrenadier divisions would smash from the east. This great pincers would meet several miles below Bastogne and the town would again be surrounded \u2013 and set up for annihilation.\u201d[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLater that evening Gen. Heinz Guderian, in charge of the Eastern Front, called on Hitler and warned him that the Russian winter offensive was drawing near. In view of the state of German forces there \u2013 he described them as \u2018a house of cards\u2019 \u2013 he argued vehemently that the Ardennes offensive be broken off at once so that \u2018 everything could be thrown to the East.\u2019 However, he could not convince Hitler who persisted in discounting the Russian threat.\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLate in the morning, sirens started to wail and the German wounded nearly panicked. Those who could rushed from the room and across the street to a shelter. Those who couldn\u2019t stayed and prayed, their faces locked in terror. Going to a window I looked up and saw the myriad vapor trails of a formation of B-17 Bombers\u2026When the bombers finally left, the Germans cursed us, calling us swine and other choice obscenities. I really couldn\u2019t get mad at them because hundreds of thousands of civilians were killed in those raids. One thing was certain as far as I was concerned \u2013 the sooner I got to a POW camp, the safer I would feel.\u201d [iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOn December 29 arrangements were made to have ten men at a time leave the area and go to a chateau nearby and clean up. We had been out for ten days and hadn\u2019t been in a house or a building in that time. I took one group over and knocked on the back door and opened it a little. I could see a GI on the floor getting the last rites. We went to another door and it led into a large room with a fireplace. As I walked past the big mantel there seemed to be a small window at one end of it. My eye caught the image of a bearded, dirty face. I stopped, went back for a better look and I was peering at myself in a mirror. In the room was a stove from a field kitchen; on that was a clean garbage can full of hot water. Each GI got one-half helmet full so we could brush our teeth, shave, and take a bath. We didn\u2019t get a change of clothes. I wore my O.D. shirt for 59 days until I got a new one.\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDuring the afternoon of December 29th<\/sup>, Regensburg updates us. \u2018The enemy is making another push on Bastogne, \u2018he says. \u2018They no longer have us cut off; we\u2019re moving north. They still have eight divisions trying to take Bastogne.\u2019 We hear from fresh troops that our ordeal of being surrounded has spread to the states and that the story of how we doggedly faced down the enemy against all odds has made us heroes. I am tired. I can\u2019t help but think that I might just survive he war after all. But the battle is not yet over; the enemy is still determined.\u2019[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Battle, pp. 305-6<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 224<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> Fighting with the Screaming Eagles, p. 207<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> The Battered Bastards of Bastogne, p. 350<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> Glider Infantryman, p. 190<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/30\/1944<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPatton\u2019s two green divisions moved out and immediately ran head-on into the large German force attacking southward at the same time in an attempt to re-encircle Bastogne. Patton\u2019s attack smashed the German thrust.\u201d[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThey\u2019re Shermans\u2019. How could Shermans be that far east? Cease fire and report to the commander\u2019s headquarters at once.\u2019 A few minutes later Kosch was standing in the commander\u2019s office. \u2018Just who do you think you are, Kosch?\u2019 shouted the commander. \u2018The Field Marshal gave us permission to fire on Bastogne. But that didn\u2019t mean you could waste shells as you like. And on our own tanks too. You\u2019d better keep your damned tired eyes open after this.\u2019 The roof exploded. Plaster rained down. A beam fell in. The division commander and his chief of staff dove under the heavy table. \u2018Tank fire!\u2019 shouted a sergeant at the door. Kosch looked out a window. Shermans were just outside. \u2018General,\u2019 said Kosch sarcastically, \u2018don\u2019t be afraid, they\u2019re our own<\/em> tanks.\u2019 Kosch laughed again as he watched the staff officers scramble. Again he looked outside. He felt more comradeship for the men in the Shermans than for those in his own uniform under the table.\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNear the storm center of the battle, Troy Middleton, whose VIII Corps now consisted of the 87th<\/sup>, the 11th<\/sup> Armored, and the 101st<\/sup> Airborne Divisions, was just driving up to an advanced headquarters of the 11th<\/sup> Armored Division to find out why their first day of attack toward Houffalize had failed so dismally. While Middleton was in an inner office with the commander, his driver slumped in a chair outside to catch a few minutes sleep. No sooner had he dropped off than someone stepped heavily on his feet. The driver woke angry. \u2018Why you son of a bitch\u2019, he cried. \u2018don\u2019t you know I\u2019m trying to sleep?\u2019 Then he saw he was looking up at George Patton. Patton leaned back and laughed. \u2018Son, he said, \u2018you\u2019re the first son of a bitch I\u2019ve met today who knows what he\u2019s trying to do.\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re limping around. Freeze your feet?\u2019 \u2018It got pretty cold in the foxhole. I couldn\u2019t move around much. It\u2019s probably just a bit of frostbite.\u2019 \u2018Have the medics check it out, \u2018Hibbard orders. \u2018Yes sir.\u2019 Reluctantly, I head over to the medic station. A young medic of about eighteen or nineteen checks me out quickly, saying \u2018That\u2019s a pretty good case of frostbite you got there. You need to stay warmer for a while.\u2019 He sticks out a note, which I take reluctantly. Following Hibbard\u2019s orders, I head over to Battalion headquarters and give the note to the orderly. In a few minutes Lieutenant Regensburg comes out of an office. Seeing me, he says \u2018Rich, you\u2019re assigned to company headquarters. You\u2019ll be a runner to the front for G command post.\u2019 I can\u2019t quite understand how I can be a runner with bad feet, but I have to obey orders. Within a few minutes I\u2019m handed an M1 rifle, and I am now a runner.\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMeanwhile, however, the Luftwaffe struck back. In all, 147 German planes were essayed to intervene in the Ardennes battle, including 32 jet aircraft. As with many of the Luftwaffe sorties before, most German flights were intercepted long before they crossed the Rhine. However, on the night of December 30-31st<\/sup>, the Germans struck Bastogne in a 73-plane bombing attack on the town, designed to pave the way for a coming ground assault. A smaller raid hit Neufchateau. Describing the mission over Bastogne, Jagdkorps II reported \u2018good aiming of bombs at the middle of the target \u2013 entire town covered.\u2019 The claim was accurate; the raid killed many civilians. In the town of Bastogne, fires raged out of control throughout the night.[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Seven Roads to Hell, p. 217<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Battle, pp. 313-314<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> Battle, p. 316<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> Glider Infantryman, p. 191<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 228<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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12\/31\/1944<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA wounded German was led into the company lines, his face yellow, his eyes wild, the entire top of his skull sheared off. Creighton saw that it was useless to question him. He crawled over to the 2nd<\/sup> platoon to see how the sergeant with the moustache was doing. The sergeant was lying in his foxhole dead, his mouth open, his tiny moustache frozen. Creighton slowly crawled back to his own dugout.  An artilleryman was waiting in the dugout. He handed Creighton a paper bag.  \u2018What the hell\u2019s this?\u2019  Creighton opened the bag. It was filled with doughnuts. The artilleryman grinned cockily. \u2018Battery B wants to wish Fox Company a Happy New Year.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just before midnight eight German Divisions rushed from their Siegfried line positions with great elan and attacked the Seventh U.S. Army near the boundary of Northern Alsace. Operation \u2018Nordwind\u2019, designed to take Allied attention from the Bulge, was launched.\u201d[i]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOn the German side of the fence, the battle was no longer a great offensive pointed at the port of Antwerp; it had dissolved into Hitler\u2019s personal vendetta against the small market town of Bastogne. Heeresgruppe B in its end of the year assessment noted the swing in the balance of military force. The Allies had brought up 25 new Divisions at this point with 38 Divisions now in the Ardennes. Model characterized the German situation as a \u2018transition to the defensive on the whole Ardennes front.\u2019 The prospect of future offensive operations, Model and Von Rundstet agreed, rested with the outcome of the conflict of Kampfraum Bastogne.\u201d[ii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe 101st<\/sup> now had the 11th<\/sup> Armored Division on its left flank and the 6th<\/sup> Armored Division on its right. Elements of the 10th<\/sup> Armored Division were still with us, and the 4th<\/sup> Armored Division was in reserve. We were ready to attack. It was time for payback. If we could slice north through the German bulge and link up with our First Army, which was attacking south to meet us, we could cut the Germans off just as we had done in Bastogne. The Germans realized this and poured more of their finest troops into the fight against us in the Bastogne area. Their grand plan was in a shambles. Now, the best they could hope for was to stall us and hold open a corridor through which they could withdraw their troops and armor back into Germany for a last stand in their homeland.\u201d[iii]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe endure another bombing the following day. I was sure we would be attacked by the Germans in the basement, perhaps killed, if we weren\u2019t removed from that basement soon. Fortunately we were the following day, being led up five flights of stairs to the attic by an English-speaking doctor. Taken to the far end of the place, we saw a small room with an egg stove and the floor covered by straw with blankets on top. As I was the ranking NCO, the doctor said that I would be in charge of the POWs. He also said, with a smirk on his lips, that the reason we had been placed here was because, if the building were to be hit by bombs, we would be the first to know it.\u201d[iv]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSecond Battalion moves a little less than 2 miles northwest of Bastogne to Hemroulle. Except for sporadic artillery firing in our perimeter area, things are quiet\u2026.We hear reports of fierce tank battles going on between the Germans and Patton\u2019s tanks. Hitler is moving his fanatical 9th<\/sup> and 12th<\/sup> SS Panzer Divisions and his personal Fuhrer Grenadier Division into the Bastogne area in an effort to turn the tide again in favor of the Germans in the Ardennes. More replacements, 408 to be exact, are added to the 327th<\/sup>. We bivouac in the Champs area. Armed with an M1 rifle instead of a bazooka, I still have no snow boots, but I am dressed a lot warmer than I was the last time I left Bastogne. Company strength is listed at 87 men.\u201d[v]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[i]<\/a> Battle, p. 322-323<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[ii]<\/a> Battle of the Bulge, p. 229<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iii]<\/a> Seven Roads To Hell, p. 217<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[iv]<\/a> Fighting With The Screaming Eagles, p. 209<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[v]<\/a> Glider Infantryman, p.191-192<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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POSTSCRIPT<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hitler\u2019s Wacht Am Rhein, and Nordwind that followed immediately after, created a rolling battle that took the Allies until the end of January to be able restore the front lines to their 15 December position, at a terrible cost in lives and material. The coldest winter in many years made surviving, much less fighting and winning, a supreme challenge for all involved. All involved who survived would be marked by the experience for life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Infamous panzer leader Jochen Peiper, whose ruthless early success was rapidly turned into a rout, survived the war; was tried and convicted of war crimes, sentenced to death, commuted to life, then to 35 years; released he moved to France, where he was killed by arson of his home by French anti-Nazis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anthony McAuliffe would stay in the Army and retire as a 4 star General in 1956, his name forever associated with the defense of Bastogne, where his name and likeness are celebrated to this day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

George Patton would not last a year after the Battle, dying as a result of a traffic accident in December, 1946.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bob Bowen would be liberated from captivity after VE day, return to the US and settle down in Maryland with his wife, and write his memoirs in \u201cFighting with the Screaming Eagle\u201d. We met Bob and spent a day with him in 2005. Sadly, he passed away in the following year while on a veteran\u2019s trip to Europe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Rich would survive to return to his native Iowa, where he led a quiet life. We first met Don at a Mark Bando \u201cTrigger Time\u201d convention in 2008. We had the chance to spend time with Don for several years as he became a regular attendee at Rockford, and had a chance to see his memoirs published as Glider Infantryman and him honored as grand marshal of his hometown July 4th<\/sup> parade, for which we provided a jeep and a color guard. Don would leave us in May of 2013.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By spring of 1945, C\/401 was formally disestablished, and reestablished as 3\/327. The 327 continues on as part of the 101st<\/sup> to this day, with 2nd<\/sup> battalion known as Bastogne Bulldogs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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