| Pfc. Richard
E. "Dick" Schwab
38th Infantry Regiment, 2d Infantry Division
when we (Company I, 38th Inf) were dug in on the
approach to Hill 192 in Normandy my Fox-hole Buddy and I had quite
a sobering experience. (As if everything that happened in Normandy
wasn't "sobering") Dean Wilhelm and I were sharing a fox-hole
that was well dug-in under one of the ubiquitous hedgerows.
Of course, any observation to the front was impossible
because the hedgerow was about 5+ feet high and we were dug in another
4 feet deep. We got the brilliant idea that we would use our entrenching
tool to dig a hole through the hedgerow so we could see on the other
side. We dug most of the day, but waited until after dark to make
the final break-through to the other side.
The following night we were both sitting on the
edge of our foxhole listening for all of those night-noises that
were so common. When we heard something that we could not discount
as a cow moving on the other side of the hedgerow, we would pull
the pin on a grenade and lob it over the hedgerow.
We had done this maybe 4, or 5 times just after
dark. The last time we lobbed a grenade, we both leaned forward,
rather instinctively, so that our noses were almost touching, waiting
for the detonation of the grenade. As if by signal, when the grenade
exploded so did a burst of machine gun fire from the German Hedgerow,
aimed right through the hole that we had so carefully dug.
If you have ever smelled tracers about an inch
and a half below your nose, you will never forget the smell and
the experience.Both Dean and I slouched down lower than we had ever
been in that Fox-hole. And you better believe that was the last
grenade we tossed that night.
We thought we had been very careful not to let
any dirt fall through on the far side. Obviously we were not as
successful as we thought we were. The Germans had seen the hole
and zeroed their machine gun in on that hole, just waiting for us
to lob one more grenade. I'm sure the fact that neither one of made
a sound the rest of the night made the Germans think that they had
taken care of us.
Indianhead shoulderpatch of the 2nd Infantry
Richard E. Schwab
These two were taken by a friend (O. B. Rice)
from my company who was fortunate enough to have an old Eastman
Kodak box camera with him.