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SFC. William J. Stanley - D-Day and Beyond

 SFC. William J. Stanley - D-Day And

  Normandy Beachhead, June 1944.

This article is submitted by David E. Stanley for his father, William (Bill) J. Stanley, who was in the first wave at Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944. The following recollections are taken directly from William J. Stanley's personal memoirs.

After a month at Fort Dix we were taken to New York and boarded the Louis Pasteur, a converted French luxury liner. Luxury was hardly a description of the ship. Ten thousand men boarded her for a nine-day trip across the ocean. The crossing was rough. Many men suffered seasickness. The ship was crowded. The amphibious brigade men did not become seasick, but we suffered the effects of those who did.

We played cards and joked to pass the time. We held each other up emotionally. After several days of sea and sky, homesickness joined seasickness. The underlying feeling was fear of the unknown. Buddies became close!

On March 3rd, we sat at Plymouth, England, delighted to set foot on land once more. I had advanced two grades and arrived in Europe as a Master Sergeant. The only place for us was in an amusement park where our battalion pitched tents and tried to cope with the rain and tempers of men living too close. Men who were anxious to get to war! When we went into town, there were scuffles with the British servicemen, and the British girls seemed only to be interested in the Americans with brass on their uniforms. It was a depressing, miserable three months.

Three weeks prior to departure from Plymouth, they began to pull all men with past infantry experience out of the boat brigade and put us into infantry. I was put on a landing craft where I sat for three weeks in the rain. I found myself trying to keep my head clear.

On June 1st, in the cold rain, with waves crashing over our decks of the boat, we set out. It was a miserable six days. My fellow soldiers, not used to the rhythmic rocking of the sea, became seasick. The chill and dampness bit through my uniform. I was beginning to realize the severity of war, and we weren't there yet. The sky was dark with hundreds of bombers, and I remember the fear erupting inside me as the storm and cold played havoc on my exterior.

At three in the morning on June 6, 1944, we were off-loaded to LCM crafts, about thirty-six feet long, each holding about 40 men. Each of us occupied about one square foot per man and carried over 125 pounds of equipment.

We circled for one and a half hours in the storm, then headed for the beach. One hundred feet from shore, my landing craft hit a sand bar. Thinking we were on the beach, the coxswain dropped the ramp, which was a signal to disembark. We ran into twelve feet of water. There was widespread panic. The weak and nonswimmers drowned. The war ended for them one hundred feet from the invasion on Omaha Beach. The shock, fear, and reality of what happened is indescribable.

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