THE SPECTACULAR performance by 2nd Battalion, aided by the remainder of the 30th Division, had stopped the German thrust to the coast. Altogether the Germans lost more than 80 per cent of the tanks and vehicles they had thrown into the Mortain attack. Now their entire army in Normandy was threatened. The rush to get out, to get over the Seine and back to Germany, was on.
By no means did all the Germans participate. Slackers, defeatists, realists seized their opportunity to surrender, convinced that becoming a POW in British or American hands was their best chance of survival. Captain John Colby remembered: “One dark night we pulled off the road. One of our guys lay down to sleep beside an already sleeping German soldier who had become separated from his comrades and had lain down here for the night. When the German awoke the next morning he shook the American to arouse him and then surrendered to him.”
But by no means were all the Germans surrendering. The toughest units and the most fanatical Nazis-panzer and Waffen SS troops-were determined to get out so as to fight another day.
On August 14 Eisenhower issued a rare order of the day (he sent out only ten in the course of the war), exhorting the Allied soldiers: “If everyone does his job, we can make this week a momentous one in the history of this war-a brilliant and fruitful week for us, a fateful one for the ambitions of the Nazi tyrants.” The order of the day was broadcast over BBC and distributed to the troops in mimeographed form.
The following day Eisenhower held a press conference. There was great excitement among the reporters, who had earlier been gloomy about the stalemate in Normandy and were now optimistic about what lay ahead, as evidenced by the first question Eisenhower received: “How many weeks to the end of the war?”
Eisenhower, disturbed by the excessive optimism, exploded. He said such thoughts were “crazy.” The Germans were not going to collapse. He predicted that the end would come only when Hitler hanged himself, but warned that before he did, he would “fight to the bitter end,” and most of his troops would fight with him.
IF NOT MOST, enough. The Canadians did not get to Falaise until August 17 and then failed to close the gap between Falaise and Argentan. The German army still had an escape route open. For sheer ghastliness in World War II nothing exceeded the experience of the Germans caught in the Falaise gap. They were in a state of total fear day and night. They seldom slept. They dodged from bomb crater to bomb crater. “It was complete chaos,” Private Herbert Meier remembered. “That’s when I thought. This is the end of the world.”
German army, corps, and division headquarters got out first and headed towards the Siegfried Line. Most junior officers felt like the enlisted men- it was every man for himself.
“It was terrible,” Lieutenant Giinter Materne recalled, “especially for those lying there in pain. It was terrible to see men screaming ‘Mother!’ or ‘Take me with you; don’t leave me here! I have a wife and child at home. I’m bleeding to death!'”
Lieutenant Walter Padberg explained: “Honestly said, you did not stop to consider whether you could help this person when you were running for your life. One thought only of oneself.”
“All shared a single idea,” according to Corporal Friedrich Bertenrath of the 2nd Panzer Division. “Out! Out! Out!”
All this time, bombs, rockets, mortars, and machine-gun fire came down on the Germans. Along the roads and in the fields dead cows, horses, and .soldiers swelled in the hot August sun, their mouths agape, filled with flies. Maggots crawled through their wounds. Tanks drove over men in the way-dead or alive. Human and animal intestines made the roads slippery.
Lieutenant George Wilson of the 4th Division was astonished to discover that the Wehrmacht was a horse-drawn army, but impressed by the equipment. He had been raised on a farm and “was amazed at such superb draughthorses and accoutrements. The leather was highly polished, and all the brass rivets and hardware shone brightly. The horses had been groomed, with tails bobbed, as though for a parade.” His men mercifully shot the wounded animals.