When that word went around in Sweeney’s platoon, the men’s reaction was to start organising patrols to find and kill the sniper who had shot their Major. In relating this incident, Tappenden commented: ‘Every man in the company admired Major Howard more than almost anyone alive. He was a man who knew that if he couldn’t do it, you couldn’t do it, and you weren’t asked to do it. We worshipped him and we wanted revenge’. Fortunately, Howard regained consciousness within a half hour – he had only been creased – and told the men to hold their positions.
By mid-afternoon, the Germans had pushed forward their attack, to the point that there were German tanks between Hooper’s platoon and the other two. Orders came down from battalion to withdraw to Herouvillette. The retreat was carried out in fairly good order, considering the pressure and considering that Howard had lost nearly half his fighting strength in half a day.
Parr and Bailey covered the retreat. When they pulled back behind a chateau, Parr gasped out to the Padre standing there with the wounded, ‘Let’s get going. They are right behind us.’ The Padre replied that he was going to stay with the wounded, be taken prisoner with them, so that he could be with them in their POW camp. Bailey and Parr organised some of the men, found some improvised stretchers, and carried the wounded back to Herouvillette. ‘It wasn’t far’. Parr says, ‘only three-quarters of a mile’.
When they got there, the rest of the men were lined up in the ditch all facing the direction from which the Germans would be attacking. ‘And the sergeant major, almost with tears in his eyes, was striding up and down and saying in a great booming voice, “Well done, lads. Well done. Wait till the bastards come at us this time. We’ll mow ’em down. I’m proud of you. Well done.” ‘ It was a scene more reminiscent of World War I than World War II.
When the Germans did come, D Company mowed them down as if it was the Battle ofMons all over again. But that only highlighted the transformation that had taken place in D Company’s role. On June 6 it had been at the cutting edge of tactical innovation and technological possibilities. On June 7 it was fighting with the same tactics ordinary infantry companies used throughout the First World War.
Howard set up headquarters in Herouvillette, and the company stayed there for four days. They were always under attack by mortar and artillery fire, sometimes having to fight off tanks and infantry. By the end of four days, they were down to less than fifty fighting men.
The company moved twice more, then settled down into defensive positions it was to hold for almost two months. ‘The only thing we could do was to send out fighting patrols every night to bring back prisoners’, Howard says. On one patrol he took with Wally Parr, they found themselves in the area where the Battle of Breville had just been fought. In the moonlight they could see the scattered corpses of men who had been killed by an artillery concentration. Howard and Parr found one group of six men, sitting in a circle in their half -completed slit-trench, playing cards. They were still sitting up, holding their cards, and they had no bullet or shrapnel wounds. But they were all dead, killed by concussion.
During this period, Howard says, ‘the biggest problem I had was keeping up the morale of the troops because we had always got the impression that we would soon be withdrawn from Normandy to come back and refit in the UK for another airborne operation’. After all, the glider pilots had been withdrawn and were already in England.
Another morale problem came from the constant shelling. ‘Chaps began to go bomb -happy’, Howard says.
At first many of us tended to regard it as a form of cowardice and we were highly critical. I remember that I tended to take a very tough and almost unfeeling line about it. But after a time, when we began to see some of our best and most courageous comrades going under, we soon changed our minds. We could see that it was a real sickness. Men would hide away and go berserk during bombardments, and they became petrified during attacks. They could not be used for patrols, or even sentry duty, and the only answer was to hand them over to the Medical Officer, who, once he was satisfied it was a genuine case, had the man evacuated as a casualty. It was pathetic to see good men go down.