The enemies commenced firing at each other. Both missed. Both ran out of ammunition at precisely the same time. Masters knelt on one knee, reloaded, as did the German. The enemies looked up at the same time and fired simultaneously. Masters put a bullet between the machine gunner’s eyes. When Masters took off his helmet to wipe his brow, he found a bullet hole through the top.
Masters ran to the first building on the outskirts of town. “I had this dead-end kid from Chicago I’d made my bodyguard. He came in close behind me, and then a number of men pulled up and we went from building to building cleaning out the place and captured a sizable batch of German paratroopers.” Lieutenant Paul Leimkuehler gave a more vivid description of Masters’s action: “He was leading, running down the main street like a madman, shooting up everything in his way.”
The company advanced and by March 7 was in Krefeld, on the banks of the Rhine. By some miracle the men found an undamaged high-rise apartment building in which everything worked-electricity, hot water, flush toilets, telephones. They had their first hot baths in four months. They found cigars and bottles of cognac. Private Bocarski, fluent in German, lit up, sat down in an easy chair, got a befuddled German operator on the phone, and talked his way through to a military headquarters in Berlin. He told the German officer he could expect K Company within the week.
That was not to be. Having reached the river, K Company, along with the rest of Ninth Army, would stay in place until Montgomery had everything ready for Operation Plunder.
ON MARCH 7 Patton’s forces were still fighting west of the Rhine, trying to close to the river from Koblenz south to Mainz. The best stretch of river for crossing south of Cologne was in his sector. He was thinking of crossing on the run and hoping he could do it before Montgomery’s operation even got started-and before Hodges’s First Army. too, if possible.
But his men were exhausted. “Signs of the prolonged strain had begun to appear,” one regimental history explained. “Slower reactions in the individual, a marked increase in cases of battle fatigue, and a lower standard of battle efficiency all showed quite clearly that the limit was fast approaching.” Company G, 328th Infantry Regiment, was typical. It consisted of veterans whose bone weariness was so deep they were indifferent, plus raw recruits. Still, it had the necessary handful of leaders, as demonstrated by Lieutenant Lee Otts in the second week in March, during Third Army’s drive towards the Rhine. Private George Idelson described it in a 1988 letter to Otts: “My last memory of you-and it is a vivid one-is of you standing in a fierce mortar and artillery barrage, totally without protection, calling in enemy coordinates. I know what guts it took to do that. I can still hear those damn things exploding in the trees.”
Otts established a platoon CP and started to dig a foxhole. “Mortar shells started falling almost as thick as rain drops,” he remembered. “Instead of covering my head, I, like a fool, propped up on my right elbow with my chin resting on my hand, looking around to see what was going on. All of a sudden something hit me on the left side of my jaw that felt like a blow from Jack Dempsey’s right. I stuck my hand up to feel the wound and it felt as though half my face was missing.” The company commander came limping over. He had been hit in the foot and intended to turn the company over to Otts, but he took one look at Otts’s face and cried, “My God, no, not you too,” and limped back to his foxhole.
Otts got up to start walking back to the aid station, when a sniper got him in the shoulder, the bullet exiting from his back without hitting any bone. He was on his way home. For the others the pounding continued. Lieutenant Jack Hargrove recalled: “All day men were cracking mentally and I kept dashing around to them but it didn’t help. I had to send approximately fifteen back to the rear, crying. Then two squad leaders cracked, one of them badly.”