General Taylor stopped by, to congratulate the company on its lonely stand on the far right flank at Carentan. The men wanted to know what about his “give me three days and nights of hard fighting and I’ll have you out of here” pre-D-Day promise.
Gen. Omar Bradley appeared for an awards ceremony. Standing on a little platform in the field, he read out the citations for the Distinguished Service Cross for eleven men, including General Taylor, Chaplain Maloney, and Lieutenant Winters. “That was a proud moment,” Winters said. He recalled that after the ceremony, Bradley had the troops break formation and gather round him. “Are there any reporters here, any correspondents?” he asked. “If there are, I don’t want this recorded.
“What I want to say,” he went on, “is that things are going very well, and there is a possibility at this point, as I see it, that we could be in Berlin by Christmas.”
Winters thought to himself, God, I can make it till Christmas. Just let me go home for Christmas.
On July 1, Winters received news of his promotion to captain. On July 10, the company moved down to Utah Beach, to prepare to embark for England. “Seeing the beach for the first time,” Winters recalled, “with that armada of ships as far as the eye could see in every direction, and seeing the American flag on the beach, left me feeling weak in the knees for a few moments and brought tears to my eyes.”
Private More pulled one last raid on that vast supply dump. He broke into the main motor pool and stole a motorcycle, complete with sidecar. He hid it behind a sand dune, then asked Captain Winters if he could put it on the LST
and take it back to England. “Up to you,” Winters replied.
The next day, as the company marched up the ramp of the gigantic LST, More moved the motorcycle up the inland side of the forward dune. He had arranged with Malarkey for a hand signal when everyone was aboard and it was time to go. Malarkey tipped off the Navy personnel. At the proper moment, standing on the ramp, Malarkey gave the signal and More came roaring over the dune and up the ramp.
On the LST, the skipper said to Welsh, “Lieutenant, what would your men like to have: chicken or steak? ice cream? eggs?” Sailing in convoy, the LST got back to Southampton the night of July 12. The next morning, a train took the men (except More and Malarkey, who rode their motorcycle) to Aldbourne. “It was wonderful to be back,” Winters remembered. “Everybody was glad to see us. It was just like home.”
7 HEALING WOUNDS AND SCRUBBED MISSIONS
* ALDBOURNE
July 13-Septemberl6,1944
“It’s the only time I ever saw the Army do anything right,” Gordon Carson said. “They put us on those LSTs, brought us into Southampton, took us back to Aldbourne, gave us two sets of complete, all-new uniforms, all our back pay, $150 or more, and a seven-day pass, and by 7, 8 in the morning we’re on our way to London.”
The men of Easy have little memory of that week in London. The American paratroopers were the first soldiers to return to England from Normandy; the papers had been full of their exploits; everyone in town wanted to buy them a meal or a beer— for the first day or so. But the young heroes overdid it. They drank too much, they broke too many windows and chairs, they got into too many fights with nonparatroopers. It was one of the wildest weeks in London’s history. One newspaper compared the damage done to the Blitz. A joke went around: the MPs in London were going to receive a presidential citation for duty above and beyond during the week the 101st was in town.
Not everyone went to London. Harry Welsh traveled to Ireland, to see relatives. Winters stayed in Aldbourne to rest, reflect, and write letters to the parents of men killed or wounded. Gordon and Lipton, after recovery from their wounds, went to Scotland to see the sights.
In the hospital after his evacuation from Normandy, Gordon had been given skin grafts, then had his leg enclosed in a cast that ran from hip to toe. He was the only combat wounded man in his ward; the others were ill or had been hurt in accidents in England. He was therefore “an object of great respect. They were in awe of me.” Three times officers came in