According to the Chronology of World War II website, on June 13, 1944:
"On the Western Front... On the left of the Allied line, the British 2nd Army continues to attack. The 30th Corps regroups its forces. The 7th Armored Division is shift to the right flank and advances to Villers Bocage. A German counterattack forces the division to fall back. To the left, the US 1st Army makes progress towards St Lo and across the Cotentin. Pont l'Abbe is capture in the peninsula. A German counterattack, spearheaded by 17th Panzer Division, toward Carentan is held."
This was also the day that Grandpa landed on the beaches of Normandy.
Showing posts with label Chronology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chronology. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
A Short History of the 808 TD Battalion
This document is one of hundreds that I've received from the National Archives regarding the 808 TD Battalion. Please click on the pictures below to view the full-size (and readable) image.
Friday, August 24, 2007
A Matter of Time
Sorry for the long absence. It was regrettably unavoidable.
One problem that I’ve had with trying to put my grandfather’s stories in order is that they were given to me in no particular order. Basic training could jump straight to the Battle of the Bulge and then back to Wales before D-Day in a short span of time. Chronology is a chronic problem.
The short version of the order of things is basic training and such in Texas and Mississippi followed by a brief stop over in Washington, D.C., on their way to “grand ol’ England.” After a prolonged stay in Wales and England, grandpa finally went ashore on June 13th, 1944, a week after D-Day. Then he made his way across France, on to Luxemburg during the Bulge, to Germany, and finally Austria by war’s end. It has been left to me to fit all the stories and sundry bits into this rough time line.
One problem that I’ve had with trying to put my grandfather’s stories in order is that they were given to me in no particular order. Basic training could jump straight to the Battle of the Bulge and then back to Wales before D-Day in a short span of time. Chronology is a chronic problem.
The short version of the order of things is basic training and such in Texas and Mississippi followed by a brief stop over in Washington, D.C., on their way to “grand ol’ England.” After a prolonged stay in Wales and England, grandpa finally went ashore on June 13th, 1944, a week after D-Day. Then he made his way across France, on to Luxemburg during the Bulge, to Germany, and finally Austria by war’s end. It has been left to me to fit all the stories and sundry bits into this rough time line.
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