Letter to Editor 03

With all the articles and memories written to commemorate the 75th anniversary of D-Day, I was reminded of a book I read several years ago.

I enjoy (hardly seems like that is the right word) the human stories of survival, friendship, training and logistics in history. If you are interested in history and curious about how Germany viewed D-Day, I would recommend “D-Day Through German Eyes” by Holger Eckhertz.

I am in no way condoning the German war machine, or voicing any approval for what they did back then. I am just recommending it as another human perspective as to what happened that day.

We know how everything happened on our side, but this book will give you another way to look at the invasion and the men involved in both sides of the battle.

If I remember correctly (it’s been a couple of years), Germany was expecting an invasion but was not sure when or where.

They thought it would happen at Normandy because it was the most likely area.

A few things happened that actually gave us a bit of an advantage. Their storage of ammo was not in the most accessible place. They had a “new” more powerful weapon in place on one of the northern beaches, but the officers would not give the order to fire it. When the planes started going overhead, the constant noise and anticipation of what was happening inland kept them from getting any rest.

To a man the German soldiers said they could not believe what they saw that morning. They heard the planes in the night and the noise never stopped.

When morning came and they looked out to the water, there were ships as far as the eye could see. And they kept coming over the horizon. They were in “shock and awe” by what they saw.

Further into the battle, the Germans noticed there were no horses. Those ships were bringing men and machinery, but no horses. Germany was still using horses for some military tasks.

It was interesting reading. It’s not a political book, or about who was right and who was wrong. It’s about the human beings involved. These were some of Germany’s finest men and boys with families and loved ones who were fighting and dying just like ours.

Candy Ross

Blairsville