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Americans, FDR, and Eisenhower, correctly argued that the The
Italian Campaign would be a diversion, and a mistake. They felt that a assault on
Churchill
the architect of the greatest Debacle of WWI: The Gallipoli Campaign, for
which he was shunted aside for 25 tears, now was able to be the architect of the
greatest Debacle of WWII: The Italian Campaign. However a Good
Public Relations can make a Genius out of a Bumbler.
Bravery
and Blunder
Volume
Two in a monumental history shows raw GIs and inexperienced generals in a
schoolhouse of war.
THE DAY OF
The War in
Reviewed by Robert Killebrew
Sunday, October 14, 2007
The airborne
operations were a disaster. British gliders plummeted into the sea,
American paratroopers were scattered all over the island. Seaborne
landings went scarcely better: Troops plunged into murderous fire,
often as not on the wrong beach. But somehow it worked. Grimly,
tenaciously, groups of infantrymen bent over against the fire and shouldered
forward into
This is a season
for remembering World War II. "Saving Private Ryan," "Band of
Brothers" and Ken
Burns's TV epic "The War" remind us that the generation
that bore the battle is slipping away.
Now comes Rick
Atkinson's monumental The Day of Battle, a history of the
Sicilian and Italian campaigns, the second book in his planned trilogy of the
U.S. Army at war in
It shoves
sentimentality aside and shows us, plainly, how unskilled the army was in
1943, its rawness and profligacy a perfect reflection of an outraged and
rapidly mobilized democracy. Atkinson forces us to remember that even in a
"good" war, error and waste march alongside bravery and sacrifice.
In An Army at Dawn, Atkinson followed the army
from its almost comic-opera landings in French North
Africa through its baptism in war at the hands of Rommel's Afrika Corps. The Day of
Battle picks up from there, with
the British and American armies regrouping in Tunisia
while the allies debate their next step.
The Americans
argue for an allied buildup, to be followed eventually by an invasion of Europe
through
Beginning in
1943, war in the Italian theater is fought over mountains and valleys that
favor German defenses. The weather is dreadful: blazing heat in summer,
rain, snow and bottomless mud in winter. Stripped repeatedly of troops for the
Modern readers
may be repelled by the amateurishness of the American generals, most of
whom had been majors and lieutenant colonels just a few years earlier.
Atkinson is unsparing of their blunders. Eisenhower allows the Germans to
slip away from
After
And so the
beautiful abbey becomes the abattoir of the European theater. Through the wet
and miserable months of January to May 1944, German paratroopers in the rubble
hold off repeated attacks by American, British, French,
The U.S. 34th
Division loses nearly 80 percent of the men in its rifle battalions; by the time the battered
Poles raise their flag over the ruins on May 18, the allies have suffered
around 54,000 casualties, the Germans about 20,000 -- imprecise numbers because
many of the dead are still lost, pounded into the mud and rubble or in
forgotten graves. How unbearably anonymous and squalid was their fate; yet
Atkinson captures the dignity of those condemned to it. A dying Pole tells his
comrades, "You don't know how dreadful death can be. Now I shall have to
miss the rest of the battle." At the fighting's height, an enemy voice
breaks into the radio net of the Coldstream Guards.
"You are all brave," the German says. "You are all
gentlemen."
With this book,
Rick Atkinson cements his place among
This is gritty
history. A sergeant in the 141st Infantry writes home about his friends:
"There are so many of them sleeping under the sod, waiting for us, the
living, to pick up and carry on." But the GIs understand the stakes,
perhaps more clearly than any American soldiers before or since. Capt. Henry Waskow, whose death in Italy is the subject of
correspondent Ernie Pyle's finest wartime dispatch, tells his sister in a final
letter that he is not afraid to die, because "I will have done my share to
make this world a better place in which to live. Maybe when the lights go on
again all over the world, free people can be happy and gay again."
Military
historians will long debate whether the Italian campaign was necessary. The final lines
stabilized north of Rome,
and there was no breakthrough until the last months of the war. The day
Robert Killebrew is a retired
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