Colonel Sink gave the regiment a pep talk. “You’ll see the British tanks,” he said, “some of them Shermans and the others Cromwells. Don’t mistake the Cromwells for German tanks.
“And those Guards divisions—they’re good outfits. Best in the British army. You can’t get in ’em unless you’ve got a ‘Sir’ in front of your name and a pedigree a yard long. But don’t laugh at ’em. They’re good fighters.
“Another thing,” he went on, rubbing his face. “I don’t want to see any of you running around in Holland in wool-knit caps. General Taylor caught a 506th man wearing one of those hats in Normandy and gave me hell for it. Now, I don’t want to catch hell, see, and I know you don’t, so if you’ve got to wear a wool-knit cap, keep it under your helmet. And don’t let General Taylor catch you with that helmet off.
“I know you men can do all right, so I don’t have to talk about fighting. This is a good enough outfit to win a Presidential Citation in Normandy. Now, you old men look after the replacements, and we’ll all get along fine.”
Webster recorded that it was always a pleasure to listen to Sink, because he had a sensible, realistic, humorous approach to combat. General Taylor was his opposite,- in Webster’s opinion Taylor had a “repellently optimistic, cheerleading attitude. Colonel Sink knew the men hated to fight. Up to the end of the war, General Taylor persisted in thinking that his boys were anxious to kill Germans. We preferred Colonel Sink.”
On September 16 Private Strohl, who had been in the hospital since June 13, got a one-day pass from the doctors.
He hitched a ride to Aldbourne, where he ran into Captain Sobel, who was ferrying baggage back to Membury. Sobel told Strohl that the company was about to go into action; Strohl said he wanted to join up and asked for a ride to the airdrome.
Sobel warned him, “You’re going to be AWOL.” Strohl responded that he did not think he would get into big trouble by choosing to go into combat with his company, so Sobel told him to hop in.
“It was a stupid thing to do,” Strohl said four decades later. “I was as weak as a pussy cat.” But he wasn’t going to let his buddies go into action without him. He got himself equipped and climbed into a C-47.
Popeye Wynn, who had been shot in the butt helping to destroy the battery at Brecourt Manor on June 6, had been operated on and was recuperating in a hospital in Wales when he was told that if he was absent from his company for more than ninety days, when he was listed fit for combat, he would be assigned to a different outfit. Wynn wanted none of that. He persuaded a sergeant who was in charge of releasing the patients to send him back to Aldbourne with light-duty papers. He arrived on September 1, threw away the papers, and rejoined the 3rd platoon.
He was not fully recovered. During the flight to Holland, he stood up in the back of the stick, as he was too sore to sit. But he was there, where he wanted to be, going into combat with his buddies in Easy Company.
8 “HELL’S HIGHWAY” *
HOLLAND
September 17′-October 1,1944
It was a beautiful end-of-summer day in northwest Europe, with a bright blue sky and no wind. The Allied airborne attack came as a surprise to the Germans; there were no Luftwaffe planes to contest the air armada. Once over Holland, there was some antiaircraft fire, which intensified five minutes from the DZ, but there was no breaking of formation or evasive action by the pilots as there had been over Normandy.
Easy came down exactly where it was supposed to be. So did virtually all the companies in the division. The landing was soft, on freshly plowed fields, in the memory of the men of Easy the softest they ever experienced. Webster wrote his parents, “It was the most perfectly flat jump field I’ve ever seen. Basically, Holland is just a big, glorified jump field.” The official history of the 101st declared that this was “the most successful landing that the Division had ever had, in either training or combat.”1