For two of three weeks prior
to D- day, June 6th, 1944, our ship had been anchored in the Irish
Sea, practicing for the invasion of Europe. We were aware that something
big was about to happen but what, when or where, we did not know.
On about June 5th, a convoy
was formed and things started to become more organized and since
I was in the radio gang, this could also be detected by the increase
activity in the radio transmissions being received and of course
other shipboard awareness. On June 6th ships started moving out
and sometime that day the world knew that the invasion of Europe
had begun.
On June 7th, we were on our
way across the English Channel, single file, with 2300 troops with
their battle dress, battle ready. We were following a channel marked
with buoys on either side. Two channels were available, one going
to the beachhead and the other who had unloaded their troops and
supplies and were returning to England or the United States for
additional supplies and soldiers. There Were thousands of ships
involved, ships of all kinds. These channels had previously been
sweep of German mines by British minesweepers and supposedly were
free of danger. Not so!
It was about 8 AM on June
7th. We had been called out earlier to man our battle stations to
protect ourselves from enemy air attack. The airfields of Germany
had previously been heavily bombed by our air force and the German
air force had virtually been eliminated. My general quarters, battle
station, I was a gunner on a 20mm anti-aircraft machine gun. Since
no German aircraft had made an appearance, the skipper had secured
the battle stations about 7 AM and I had gone to the mess hall for
breakfast. Finishing about 8 AM, I was returning to my quarters
for a little rest since I had been on watch since midnight and was
called out to general quarters immediately after. My sleeping quarters
was on the aft end of the ship below deck. This was covered by another,
poop deck, where two 20 mm and one 3 inch gun was located. As I
approached the ladder to go below, a tremendous explosion occurred
followed by another immediately after. It sent me flying upward,
going so high that my head hit the deck above. Then again, about
the time I hit the deck, a second explosion occurred, equally as
intense, sending me flying up again. It threw equipment and men
all over and guns were torn from their bases but there seemed to
be no loss of control on anyone's part. I was wearing neither life
jacket or helmet. It seemed that after being environment for awhile
that one becomes complacent and careless. Before setting out on
the invasion, the skipper had the deck crews place extra life jackets
in every imaginable location, so I grab one of the extras stored
nearby and started working my way through debris and personnel;,
attempting to reach the radioshack, which was a couple of decks
up and a little more that halfway forward. The army had abandoned
their gear all over the deck because they didn't want to go into
the water with 60 lb.. of gear on their backs which would cause
them to immediately sink. All kinds of equipment including hand
grenades, rifles and ammo belts were scattered all over the deck
and one had to walk very carefully to avoid stepping on them. After
reaching the radioshack, I helped other members of our group load
deciphering equipment into weighted sea bags and through it over
board, to avoid it reaching the hands of the enemy which probably
was something very unnecessary since we were sinking fast anyway.
In the mean time several
ships had pulled alongside and the troops from our ship were boarding
them by going across on cargo nets which had been attached between
the ships. Not one soldier was lost in the process which was probably
very unique in itself. One of the ships that had pulled alongside
was a salvage tug, The USS Pinto, that was attempting with a six
a inch pump was attempting to keep us afloat as long as possible
but the hole blown in the side of the Anthony was the size of a
boxcar and the pumping was useless. One of the individuals on the
tug was a diver, James Neff, who was a classmate at Jamestown, IN
high school. He was one of the divers who had boarded our ship,
placed a pump in the holes in their attempt to save us. Though we
were probably within a few hundred feet at the time, neither of
us knew it until months later when Jim read about the experience
in the local newspaper and realized that it was my ship he had boarded
. Ten of thousands of men on that invasion and out of a graduating
class of ten we had been so close without knowing it.
I was picked up by a destroyer
escort. After transferring all of our troops to other ships , our
skipper gave us orders to abandoned ship. By this time the ship
was afire. She was burning furiously, the flames coming up midship
around he stacks. The flames were so hot that supposedly fireproof
paint was melting and running down the sides of the stacks in flame
as if it were kerosene. We were trying to get a cargo net across,
between us and the destroyer. The heat was so intense that we could
hardly withstand it. A fire boat pulled up close enough that she
could turn her fire hoses on us to keep us cool. It was a struggle
to get the net across and when it was secured, I thought to myself,
it is now up to everyone to save himself. I dived on the net and
scrambled my way up to the destroyer. As I approached near the side
of the ship, someone grabbed me by the nap of the neck and the side
of my uniform and literally through me on to the deck in the middle
of the ship. I was grateful for this rough treatment. Shortly after,
the Anthony listed heavily towards the destroyer, catching her fantail
under the Anthony. The destroyer skipper gave it a quick (full speed
ahead) and it broke clear. As I looked back at our ship, I seen
one of our signalmen jump with life jacket on but he also had a
machine and ammo belt around his shoulders. He immediately went
completely under despite of the life jacket. This does have a happy
ending for about five weeks later he showed up in the survivor camp.
As I saw him walking through the camp I said to him, "I thought
I would probably never see you again." He said " I thought
so too until I realized that the gun and ammo belt was pulling me
under, and I finally had presence of ,mind to rid myself of it,
an I popped right back to the surface." Also shortly there
after, the ships fantail sank beneath the surface, the bow straight
up and she sank. A large whirlpool on the surface was all that was
left with sum debris. Off in the distance, I could see two men swimming
away from the ship and realized it was the skipper, Captain Thomas
Gray and his boatswain mate. True to tradition, the skipper had
been the last man to leave the ship. Previous to his naval duty
he had been a merchant marine captain on the same ship and he showed
true naval bravery to the last. No naval or army personnel lost
their lives in this sinking . However there were several injuries.
None to seriously.
The destroyer that picked
me up stayed around the beach for a few days then I was transferred
to an LST who's duty was to pick up survivors and return them to
England. The LST stayed near the beach for about three days and
I could see the battle raging on the beach. A pleasant sight to
see was the sixteen inch shells from a battleship go screaming overhead
on their way to the beach and it was comforting to know that they
were ours. A German machine nest was located in the steeple of a
church. It was some sight to behold to see this ship eliminate this
nest as it took off the steeple on the first shot, half of the building
on the second salvo and completely eliminate it on the third. This
nest would let the beach fill up with American soldiers, then shoot
them time after time. The battlewagon eliminated it. She slao hit
a German ammo dump and when it blew up it formed a perfect smoke
ring in the sky a mile wide. While aboard this vessel we were only
given one meal a day because of limited supplies and they were not
equipped to handle this many men. We had about 700 survivors aboard.
Since they only had enough knives and forks the crew, we had to
eat the food with our hands which is nothing to complain about since
at least you are being fed. The beach was still a very dangerous
place and German 88 shells occasionally fell around us but we were
never hit. Even with all of this I felt very fortunate to have served
in the Navy instead of the Army. Those guys were the real heroes.
After about 3 days we were
returned to Plymouth England and then on to a survivors camp in
Scotland.