“So, Colonel, tell me about yourself.” Churchill spoke casually as he poured another large scotch for himself.
David smiled, “Sir, there’s not much to tell. Really – I have been subconded by the Department of Foreign Affairs from General Eisenhower’s Staff to be a Liaison between yourself and the President.”
“Come now Colonel” said Churchill with a smile, “don’t be so modest. Hmm let’s see… You arrived in “Merry Ole England” for the first time in... what was it? October 1943, as a wet behind the ears Lieutenant, in the 115th Infantry division.”
“Your information is very comprehensive” replied David. slightly off-balanced. To cover his feeling that the conversation was starting to get a little out of control, he raised his glass to his lips and drank deeply.
“If memory serves me well, you graduated 7th in your year from West Point. What was it you think that the others had that you didn’t Colonel?”
“I’m sure if you know my position you know my grades” David spoke wryly, “I’m sure you can tell me!”
“You did not seem to have an ability to grasp the mathematics needed for ranged artillery fire. There was something to do with some farmer’s outhouse or some such.”
It can’t be happening - thought David – even the British know of the bloody outhouse fiasco! Dammit! Couldn’t people just let it go! “Err, that’s right sir, and most elegantly put – a simple mathematical problem.”
Churchill smiled again. “And what did your yearbook from high school say? The one most likely to enter the majors – although I’m not sure what that’s all about” said Churchill disingenuously, “You are now a colonel!”
“I guess you will want me to fill in all the facts of my life on my parents’ farm in Virginia next!” replied David hotly, feeling more insecure by the moment.
“No Colonel, not your childhood – rather, your immediate past. I want to know how a soldier such as yourself, twice awarded with the Congressional Medal of Honor, with numerous other military awards… I want to know how it is, that you are not at the least, in command of your own Division.“
Fortifying himself with another large slug of excellent scotch, David replied “Well sir, my peers and superiors have never let me forget that damned outhouse!”
Church roared with laughter, the bathwater rose and fell alarmingly. “Very good Colonel, very good!. That first Congressional Medal – it was Operation Overlord wasn’t it?”
David placed his now empty glass back on the tray. Churchill filled it up. “Yes, yes sir it was.” Gratefully David took his glass and again drank deep.
He again heard the screams and the guns. The smell of blood and piss and shit. He saw again men just like himself chewed up and spat out broken bloody husks. Damn that water had been cold. At least the water around Islands of the Pacific had been warmer…
“Colonel? What happened at “Dog Green”?”
“You want to know what happened? I’ll tell you what happened” David replied. He had had a gutful. The scotch was beginning to warm him up and maybe it was lowering his normal reserve. “The LCA carrying our HQ capsized way before the beach. The Germans had the MGs lined up on our landing craft. You could hear the bullets hitting the underside of the ramp. My men were exhausted from the trip in, vomit made the floor of the craft treacherous. Somehow we prepared ourselves to exit. Lucky for us we hit a sandbank which slewed our craft sideways. The ramp dropped, we were about 50 yards from the beach. With no other orders than to take the bluffs above the beach, my men waded through the surf, made their way over the traps on the beach and got to the bluff. We then climbed the bluff… “
David paused. His emotions were getting out of control – he didn’t know whether his anger at the incompetence of his superiors or pride in his men and the sacrifices they made would win out. He drank again. Took a deep breath and continued nearly in a whisper. “We climbed that bluff, and inch by bloody inch forced the Germans back. They were so efficient, well trained – the bastards! Somehow I survived. Of the 50 my company who actually landed – by the time were reached the top, 14 were left. Operation bloody Overlord” David said bitterly “made Custer’s Last Stand seem like a picnic.”
Churchill grunted. “If only you Americans had seen it through – It would not have been the fiasco it was. Britain and the rest of the Allies felt betrayed by your withdrawal.”
“Don’t get me wrong Sir!” Replied David “I don’t know one officer or soldier who wanted to leave the beachhead. Normandy was ours – we could have finished what we had started – but politics and the loss of life turned the tide.”
“I don’t blame you” Churchill replied quietly “but your President has a lot to answer for”. For once David did not feel like defending his supreme chief.
“I’ll drink to that!” He said and lifted his glass high.
David smiled, “Sir, there’s not much to tell. Really – I have been subconded by the Department of Foreign Affairs from General Eisenhower’s Staff to be a Liaison between yourself and the President.”
“Come now Colonel” said Churchill with a smile, “don’t be so modest. Hmm let’s see… You arrived in “Merry Ole England” for the first time in... what was it? October 1943, as a wet behind the ears Lieutenant, in the 115th Infantry division.”
“Your information is very comprehensive” replied David. slightly off-balanced. To cover his feeling that the conversation was starting to get a little out of control, he raised his glass to his lips and drank deeply.
“If memory serves me well, you graduated 7th in your year from West Point. What was it you think that the others had that you didn’t Colonel?”
“I’m sure if you know my position you know my grades” David spoke wryly, “I’m sure you can tell me!”
“You did not seem to have an ability to grasp the mathematics needed for ranged artillery fire. There was something to do with some farmer’s outhouse or some such.”
It can’t be happening - thought David – even the British know of the bloody outhouse fiasco! Dammit! Couldn’t people just let it go! “Err, that’s right sir, and most elegantly put – a simple mathematical problem.”
Churchill smiled again. “And what did your yearbook from high school say? The one most likely to enter the majors – although I’m not sure what that’s all about” said Churchill disingenuously, “You are now a colonel!”
“I guess you will want me to fill in all the facts of my life on my parents’ farm in Virginia next!” replied David hotly, feeling more insecure by the moment.
“No Colonel, not your childhood – rather, your immediate past. I want to know how a soldier such as yourself, twice awarded with the Congressional Medal of Honor, with numerous other military awards… I want to know how it is, that you are not at the least, in command of your own Division.“
Fortifying himself with another large slug of excellent scotch, David replied “Well sir, my peers and superiors have never let me forget that damned outhouse!”
Church roared with laughter, the bathwater rose and fell alarmingly. “Very good Colonel, very good!. That first Congressional Medal – it was Operation Overlord wasn’t it?”
David placed his now empty glass back on the tray. Churchill filled it up. “Yes, yes sir it was.” Gratefully David took his glass and again drank deep.
He again heard the screams and the guns. The smell of blood and piss and shit. He saw again men just like himself chewed up and spat out broken bloody husks. Damn that water had been cold. At least the water around Islands of the Pacific had been warmer…
“Colonel? What happened at “Dog Green”?”
“You want to know what happened? I’ll tell you what happened” David replied. He had had a gutful. The scotch was beginning to warm him up and maybe it was lowering his normal reserve. “The LCA carrying our HQ capsized way before the beach. The Germans had the MGs lined up on our landing craft. You could hear the bullets hitting the underside of the ramp. My men were exhausted from the trip in, vomit made the floor of the craft treacherous. Somehow we prepared ourselves to exit. Lucky for us we hit a sandbank which slewed our craft sideways. The ramp dropped, we were about 50 yards from the beach. With no other orders than to take the bluffs above the beach, my men waded through the surf, made their way over the traps on the beach and got to the bluff. We then climbed the bluff… “
David paused. His emotions were getting out of control – he didn’t know whether his anger at the incompetence of his superiors or pride in his men and the sacrifices they made would win out. He drank again. Took a deep breath and continued nearly in a whisper. “We climbed that bluff, and inch by bloody inch forced the Germans back. They were so efficient, well trained – the bastards! Somehow I survived. Of the 50 my company who actually landed – by the time were reached the top, 14 were left. Operation bloody Overlord” David said bitterly “made Custer’s Last Stand seem like a picnic.”
Churchill grunted. “If only you Americans had seen it through – It would not have been the fiasco it was. Britain and the rest of the Allies felt betrayed by your withdrawal.”
“Don’t get me wrong Sir!” Replied David “I don’t know one officer or soldier who wanted to leave the beachhead. Normandy was ours – we could have finished what we had started – but politics and the loss of life turned the tide.”
“I don’t blame you” Churchill replied quietly “but your President has a lot to answer for”. For once David did not feel like defending his supreme chief.
“I’ll drink to that!” He said and lifted his glass high.
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