Dec. 17 – Mac and I went down town this evening and had dinner in Andria – Italian spaghetti. We had a grand talk.
Dec. 18 – Left Andria at 9 a.m. for Avellino about forty miles from Naples – travelled over part of the road we passed on the attack of Motta. Had a grand trip, 120 miles through the Mts. Landed in 2nd F.D.S. (Field Dressing Station) to be met by Jack Sturdy O.C. (officer commanding), given a wonderful reception. SBO (Standard Battle Order) here and Sgt. I know very well. It has been grand. I seem to be awfully well known by reputation. Given the best of everything here and in No. 1. Talked to Col. Hunter on the phone – I am going to stay here until Thursday, when he will see me and talk things over. What is the future? I don’t know. Am going to have a darned good sleep here tonight and am being given a car tomorrow for sight seeing.
Calgary Tanks war diary:
Dec. 17 – San Leonardo
Again all squadrons remained in their present positions during the morning. A and C Sqn are still consolidating on Vino Ridge, in support of the infantry. Slight infantry gains have been achieved during the past few days, but no major attacks have been launched, and no tank support has been required.
B Sqn was again active during the day, when it was decided to put in an attack on the high ground to the front of the present position with an objective of taking the height and some buildings on it. While moving forward, one tank blew up on a mine, but no casualties resulted. The attack was successfull, and infantry and tanks consolidated the position for the night.
During the day, three reinforcement tanks complete with crews were received by the Sqn, to bring its fighting strength back to par again.
Dec. 18 – San Leonardo
Throughout the day, all Sqns remained in consolidation role with infantry on present positions. Artillery and mortar fire on both sides was heavy.
It has been decided to bring up the 12th Cdn Arm’d Regiment to relieve the 14th Regt and to make another assault on the cross roads that have been so long held by the enemy Accordingly, as darkness fell, the 12th Regiment moved up to the 14th positions.
This unit will now move to an assembly area tomorrow where unit tank and personnel strength will be built up and all ranks will have an opportunity to rest.
B Sqn, on the extreme right will not move tomorrow, but will be relieved gradually during the next four or five days.
In A echelon area, preparation for the move to the new area was completed. The Echelon is to move at 0900 hours tomorrow morning.
Calgary’s “A” Squadron crossed the river and led the advance to San Leonardo. A few German prisoners straggling back. We prepare to advance at 1 p.m. – are just finishing dinner now before starting. We stand to all day and at night the Jerry makes a counter attack and crosses the river near the sea. We set up a R.A.P. (Regimental Aid Post) with PPCLI (Princess Patricia’s Canadian Light Infantry) – but nothing really happens. Our “C” Squadron has joined the Calgarys and in the night “A” Squadron cross the river and laagers down.
Heavy shell fire during last night and today. Right now we are having a barrage of 400 guns, in preparation for an attack which will go in in a few minutes. 1st Div and 1st Army Tank Bde (brigade), 14th first – then we pass through them. A terrific din at present – haven’t heard so much noise for ages. Kitty Hawks dive bombing him also. Glad I’m British. The barrage has lifted – the Infantry have crossed and the Engineers are here with us waiting to start the detour. A Kenyon, the chap we carried at Locri is here. We evacuated three wounded at San Vito. Brig. McCuchen DADMS (deputy assistant director of medical services) paid me a visit. Very heavy fire from both sides during the night. (More photos of the Moro River attack can be seen here)
Dec. 4 – San Vito and Lanciano have both fallen – heavy artillery is pouring across the Sangro River in preparation for the attack on the line running from Ortona on the Adriatic to Guardiagrele. I expect after that is taken, we attack in the Chieti Pescara line – thus cutting the main lateral road to Rome.
Dec. 5 – The Sangro has flooded, washing all the bridges out – supplies are coming over in Ducks. The 14th are in action in front of Friso – helping to put the infantry over the Moro River. Inoculated “C” Squadron today. Move today at 1 p.m. – seven miles, which really took us ahead two and one half miles north. We are now about one mile north of Lanciano. Two air raids today. Fairly close, but no damage done. We have a good harbour in another olive grove and are very comfortable.
A shorter version of this story was published in the Rocky Mountain Outlook on Nov. 7 by Rob Alexander.
“This is bloody suicide.”
Those were the last words Major Bruce Trotter said to my grandfather, Capt. Laurence Guy Alexander, shortly before Canadian soldiers and tanks began an attack on the small village of Motta Montecorvino, located high on a ridge in south central Italy overlooking the Foggia Plains.
Shortly afterwards, Trotter, one of the commanding officers of the 14th Canadian Tank Regiment (The Calgary Regiment) was dead, as were two of his comrades.
It was Oct. 1, 1943 and a Canadian vanguard comprised of artillery, infantry, reconnaissance, engineers and tanks had left the city of Foggia early that morning; eight hours and 40 kilometres later, the Sherman M4 tanks of The Calgary Regiment were rumbling into battle alongside soldiers of the Royal Canadian Regiment to take the small hilltop town of Motta.
The advance guard, led by The Calgary Regiment’s commanding officer, Lt.-Col. C.H. Neurotsos, passed quickly through the heavily bombed city of Foggia and turned northwest. Well in front of the advance guard, the fast-moving vanguard was probing the foothills of the Apennine Mountains, searching for Germany’s elite 1st Parachute Division.
The 1st Canadian Division had been ordered to clear the way from Foggia through to Campobasso, a mountain town in the centre of Italy high in the Apennines which, once taken, would open a route for the British 8th Army to attack Rome.
The road west, however, as Alexander reported in his journals, was “very steep and winding. The country is true mountain country, with very high hills and deep valleys. There are several towns, which must be passed within a few miles of the road, and several towns are high summits through which the road passes. It is most difficult country for an offensive and a very easy country to defend. It simply abounds in natural defenses.”
Germany’s 1st Parachute Division made good use of those defenses, harassing the Canadians from strong vantage points. But,when push came to shove, the enemy would abandon a position and disappear into the night to establish its next “line of resistance,” giving Germany time to build defensive fortifications across Italy from the Adriatic Sea to the Tyrrhenian Sea.
The Canadians would encounter this line of resistance strategy at Motta.
The Princess Louise Dragoon Guards reconnaissance regiment discovered the defenders when their armoured cars came under fire at about 8 a.m. The Dragoons immediately pulled back into the valley. By 1 p.m., strong German positions at four villages facing the Foggia Plains flanking Route 17 had stopped the vanguard.
The commanding officers of each regiment committed to the vanguard and the advance guard met for a quick operational meeting to plan the coming attack. Without artillery available to them (the field guns were stuck in traffic), Lt.-Col. Neurotsos decided to go forward with a joint tank-infantry attack on Motta at 4 p.m. Parts of “A” and “B” Squadrons of The Calgary Regiment would surround the town, while the rest of “A” Squadron, backed by the Royal Canadian Regiment, would take the town.
“Talking to Bruce Trotter after the meeting, he asked me what I was going to do, as he had heard my orders. I told him I would be right behind him where he went. His reply was ‘Thank God for that, this is bloody suicide,’” Alexander wrote. Medical personnel accompanying the vanguard and the advance guard had been ordered to stay back from the attack on Motta.
Both tankers and infantry felt the plan was hasty and dangerous with nightfall only two hours away. And with limited artillery support, Alexander added the Germans would be able separate the Canadian soldiers and the tanks – an old and deadly trick. Without infantry to protect them, tanks would be easy targets for close-quarter attacks in the narrow town streets.
The attack, however, went ahead as planned.
Taking advantage of high points on the ridge, the German defenders quickly pinned down the RCR with heavy mortar and machine-gun fire, separating them from the tanks. The tanks, however, continued up the hill with three “A” Squadron tanks – Amos, Andy and Archie – in the lead.
Amos, commanded by Lt. Arni Charbonneau, a former Ottawa Rough Riders halfback, took point and began to climb the narrow, twisting road. A kilometre up the road, Amos rounded a corner and was greeted by the muzzle flash of a German 88mm gun, feared for its power. The first shell plowed into the road and came to rest under the tank, according to Amos loader-operator Peter Reimer in a draft of the story that would be later published in Legion Magazine in 1991. Amos would be dubbed the “miracle tank” in an Oct. 3, 1943 story in the Globe & Mail.
Cpl. Ted Court, Amos’s driver, immediately backed up the tank, as the 88 crew fired two more shells; the first landed just shy of the front of the tank and the second slammed into the crest of the hill as Amos disappeared behind it.
Amos, Andy and Archie left the road and travelled along the hill, flanking the gun emplacement. Amos’s gunner Jack Haase opened fire on the surprised 88 crew with the Sherman’s 75-mm cannon. The German crew abandoned their gun and fled for the safety of the village. According to Reimer, one of the German gunners slipped an explosive collar over the barrel that detonated damaging the 88 as he ran after the other men.
When Amos entered the town the 31-tonne tank passed over a mine buried in the road. The explosion lifted up the front of the tank. Amos dropped heavily back to the road and lurched into a stone building. Court backed up and reported the tank was losing oil pressure. Charbonneau gave the order to continue forward; their goal was the centre of the village a short distance away.
A sharp turn to the right brought Amos into the line of fire of a 50mm anti-tank gun (known as a “squeeze gun” as the barrel squeezed from in size from the chamber to the muzzle, increasing the velocity of the shell) sitting in the middle of the street. The Sherman plowed into the gun and immediately stopped – high centered on the wreckage. The crew didn’t know it at the time, but the loss of oil pressure had come from a direct hit on the rear of the tank from a second 50mm anti-tank gun concealed near the entrance of town. The gun crew that damaged Amos also stopped Andy: a shell from the gun punched a hole in the tank’s right side and killed the co-driver, 25-year-old Trooper Victor “Polly” Palsson.
With Amos trapped on the wreckage of the anti-tank gun, Andy knocked out and Archie withdrawing, a despatch rider on a motorcycle roared up to the advance guard waiting down at the bottom of the ridge and passed on word that two other tanks had been hit halfway up the hill, leaving dead and wounded.
Alexander sped up the twisting hairpin road towards the town.
“There is heavy German machine gun and mortar fire, but we are a small target, it is getting a little dusk and we are travelling very fast, so do not run afoul of any of his fire. When a little over half way up the hill we see the tanks, and see a number of men lying alongside,” he wrote.
“Three are badly wounded, we attend to them, load them on the Jeep ambulance and Slim and Art start back to the Reception Station with them. I remain on the hillside and go on with the work of looking after the injured. There are two minor wounds, which I attend and then go to examine the dead: Bruce Trotter and Sgt. Bernard (Curly) Lynch.
Trotter, 28, who had been standing up in the turret with the hatch open, was killed not far from the attack’s start line when a mortar shell dropped onto the top of the turret. Lynch, 30, was also killed during that barrage. Seven other tankers were badly wounded.
The crew of Amos, meanwhile, was still under attack. The tight confines of the narrow streets of Motta allowed German soldiers to run up to the Sherman and clamber on board. The five members of The Calgary Regiment trapped inside the tank were shocked to see a hatch open. Charbonneau slipped a wrench through the handles to lock down the hatch.
The crew frantically traversed the turret as Haase fired the turret-mounted machine gun to chase off the German soldiers. The soldiers took cover behind a nearby house and began lobbing hand grenades under the tank, possibly aware that Sherman tanks have an escape hatch in the floor.
Reimer opened the breech and, sighting down the cannon, lined it up with the corner of the house where the German soldiers were hiding. When a soldier stepped out from behind the house to throw another grenade, the crew fired the turret machine gun, killing the man. As day turned to dusk, another Sherman arrived, just as the tanks were being recalled with the coming night, and pushed Amos off the wrecked anti-tank gun.
Free of the wreckage, Court accelerated and Amos jerked forward and then stopped. One of the tracks had snapped. With darkness protecting them, German soldiers began placing small bombs – perhaps up to a dozen – on the armour over the gas tanks. Each one shook the tank and the sound echoed through the tight confines of the tank’s interior. Finally, one of the bombs penetrated the gas tank and flames filled the turret. Charbonneau, Haase and Reimer scrambled from the tank via one the hatches shortly before machine gun bullets began exploding inside the hull. On his way out of the tank, Haase burned three fingers on his right hand. The three men jumped over a stone wall and ran, leaving Motta behind them. Court followed closely behind his three friends taking a similar route. All four tankers reach the Forward Defense Line manned by the Royal Canadian Regiment.
Co-drive Duke Ross, however, remained in the tank when the gas tank exploded. As the other members scrambled from the tank Ross fired the bow machine gun spraying some 250 rounds the German soldiers who were trying to gun down his buddies. Ross dove from the tank amid bullets bouncing off the tank fired at him by the remaining German paratroopers. He got behind the tank, and using it for cover, ran down the road, the way they had come when the Canadian Shermans had first entered Motta. Before going too far though, he stopped, took his boots off and continued running in silence. Ross hid in a hole in a gutter until early in the morning when the RCR attacked the town.
After the attack on Motta, the crew of Amos attributed their survival, in part, to the fact the tanks went into battle low on fuel saving the tank from exploding outright when the bombs finally penetrated the gas tank. Reimer also attributed their survival to their tactic of sighting down the cannon barrel to aim the .30 calibre Browning machine gun and stop the grenades from being tossed under the tank. The next day, Ross discovered a small brass ring stuck in the skin of his leg. Grenade sharpnel was coming into the tank through the damaged escape hatch in the bottom of the tank.
At some point during Amos’s run into Motta, it appears Haase destroyed a second 88 mm anti-tank gun. According to Haase’s great nephew Clint Weimer, Haase hit an 88 at 1,200 yards (just over one kilometre). The Calgary Regiment’s war diary indicates knocked out two 88 mm guns and several squeeze guns during the attack on Motta.
The Royal Canadian Regiment, meanwhile, took Motta during the night, but a strong counterattack at 2 a.m. pushed them from the town. After a massed Royal Canadian Artillery rocket propelled grenade attack from 2:55 to 3:05 a.m., the German defenders were once again forced from Motta.
In the morning of Oct. 2, “C” Squadron tanks passed through Motta to continue the westbound run towards the ridge-top village of Volturara. An intense barrage from concealed anti-tank guns destroyed five tanks only a few hundred metres from Motta.
“Five are knocked out and burst into flames – some soldiers escape but from Town we cannot tell how many,” Alexander wrote. “I attempt to go forward but am not allowed to leave the Town. Nobody is allowed forward. We arrange for the graves of our three dead, and personally place all three in their last resting place and pay them my last respects. The Padre conducts the service. The three graves look lonely and still as we start once more for the front.”
Once back at Motta, two of the Calgary tank commanders, Al Mann and Frank Underwood, stop Alexander and tell him four wounded tankers are still lying at the site. Alexander asked for permission to go forward and bring the wounded back into Motta, but he was refused on the grounds that it was too dangerous.
“It is horrible to know that my own boys are lying wounded and I can do nothing for them. The Town is still being shelled – one shell lands in a side street and there is a call for help – we rush in and put the wounded on the jeep – will dress them in our R.A.P. (Regimental Aid Post) just around the corner. One patient goes raving mad, and while trying to load him on the jeep another shell comes in, makes him almost impossible to handle, and a piece of shrapnel hits me a glancing blow on the head. It knocks me down and hurts terribly – which makes me think I know that it must be superficial and of no consequence. Thank goodness it was a glancing blow, as a direct hit with a slug the size of that would have been curtains,” Alexander wrote.
On Oct. 3, as Canadians moved from Motta to once more begin the assault on Volturara, which sat across the valley, Alexander and his medical staff stopped to search the five burned tanks.
“The bodies are all burned beyond recognition, but I find eight and am able to recognize them by their positions in the tanks – we send word back to the padre, the numbers and location of the dead, and continue our advance to the cross roads one and one half miles west of Motta,” Alexander wrote.
Edward Page, a member of The Calgary Regiment, interviewed by staff with The Memory Project, an initiative of the Historica-Dominion Institute, said he volunteered to help Calgary Regiment padre Capt. E.H. Costigan remove bodies from the burned tanks.
“That’s a horrible job,” Page said. “The tanks were hot, smelling of flesh, (you’re asked to) take these bodies out and try to identify, put them to the side. That is a horrible, horrible job and something that still bothers me because I don’t know whether it’s fantasy, or whether it’s truth. I recall going into the turret of the tank, lifting up a piece of metal and there was a body underneath there. To this day, I’m not sure whether I’m imagining that or whether it’s real, but at the same time, they burned. But that still does haunt me.”
On Oct. 4, with early morning fog blanketing the hills following a night of rain, tanks, artillery and infantry push on beyond Volturara and capture San Marcos, another small village where the First Parachute Division had made a stand.
The capture of Motta Montecorvino, Volturara and San Marco was only a small part of the Italian Campaign, which began in September 1943. Canadians were not there to see the end of the campaign with capitulation of German forces in April 1945. The 1st Canadian Corps was transferred to northwestern Europe in February 1945 where it joined the First Canadian Army. From the fall of 1943 through late winter 1945, about 21,000 Canadians were wounded and another 5,300 were killed. The Kingdom of Italy signed an armistice with the Allies on Sept. 3, 1943.
Bruce Trotter’s premonition had been correct – the attack on Motta Montecorvino and Volturara was suicide. Without artillery, the German 1st Parachute Division (men described by British Field Marshal Harold Alexander as “the best German troops in Italy”) did indeed separate the tanks from the infantry as was feared. However, despite the losses, the Canadians still managed to capture Motta and Volturara, as they would other Italian towns and cities. Ten members of the Calgary Regiment, however, were killed and another 11 members were wounded during the attack on both towns, according to the Calgary Regiment’s war diary, but the casualties would later prove to be small, especially compared to the 56 casualties the regiment sustained in May 1944 at the Gari River. Sixty tanks were knocked out during that battle.
Even though Motta and Volturara were taken, the loss of 10 men from the Calgary Regiment was still keenly felt.
“The first one I approached was Bruce Trotter – dead, as I am certain he expected to be when last he spoke to me,” Alexander wrote in his journals. “The next I approached was his Sgt., Curly (Bernard) Lynch. Both were very, very close friends of mine and I will confess it was a terrible shock to find them there. I removed their personal belongings, packed them carefully, and determined that if it was humanly possible I would bring their bodies out, and personally attend to their burial. The last and only thing I could for them.”
Nov. 1 – Nov. 1: Very successful day – bought three lovely turkeys, two chickens and two dear little pigs today. We will not starve today. These were for the Officers Mess. Bought two chickens for ourselves this morning. We are entertaining E.B. Quehl to a bed time lunch tonight. Took a few snaps of the camp today. We had a really grand lunch and sat and talked until very late – nearly 10 p.m.
Extended journal – Invasion of Sicily and Italy
Nov. 1 On a bet, went on a scrounging expedition and brought back in one hours time, three turkeys, two chickens and two pigs. The food still keeps up. Brigade meetings are held almost daily and at present Isernia is the Town picked for our winter quarters – it lies a few miles beyond Campobasso – but is held one day by Germans and the next by Canadians – so we are afraid when its ownership is finally seated – the Town will not amount to anything much.
Oct. 23 – Everything torn down and packed ready for our move up towards Campobasso tomorrow. The Col. and Bob Scholes are up forward now looking for a place to set up.
Oct. 24 – Moved off in convoy at 7 a.m. – passed through Lucera, Motta, Volturara, Gambeteza, and went into harbour about two miles east of Jelsi (Ielsi) which is about 18 miles from Campobasso. We are in open harbour, all under canvas – have our A.D.S. (Advanced Dressing Station) set up near the road – a mighty good set up too with M.D.S. (Main Dressing Station) on flat spot above us. I am living in my Italian tent which is fastened to the A.D.S.
Ralph is sleeping here with me. Met a chap from Saskatoon today, a Lieut. Swanston with Hygiene Co. Had to go up with him Jelsi and examine a child, whom I diagnosed as Typhoid Fever – we will wait and see what the authorities say about it tomorrow – E.B. and I are planning to go to Motta tomorrow.
Oct. 25 – Four months ago tonight we sailed on a LST in Convoy for Sicily. It seems much longer. It is very cold here tonight – the old desert tent seems rather bare. Rearranged my A.D.S. today and now have a real setup under canvas. “D” Section ins returning from the 14th today. The Brig. today said that we would be moving forward with the English troops in a few days. Will be glad to get going and really doing something but this soon. Have heard nothing more definite on the move to England yet, but if we do go it won’t be for a while yet. We now have been in Italy for the same length of time we were in Sicily (52 days).
Extended account of Sicily/Italy:
On Oct. 24 we moved off at 7 a.m. in convoy for a forward position, passed through Lucera, Motta, Volturara, Gameteza, and go into harbour about two miles east of Jelsi on a side hill.
“B” Section sets up a M.I. room on the road side under canvas – the MDS (Main Dressing Station) also under canvas is on the hill behind us and behind the M.D.S. is the main Unit. Our purpose here is to serve Brigade troops – all Canadians are at this time out of the line on rest and the work is purely medical. We are about 18 miles east of Campobassao and can faintly see it in the distance, perched on a hill. It is very cold here especially at night, each morning snow can be seen in the mountains, but with our pup tents, Italian tents and desert tents, we are fairly comfortable and food is very plentiful – turkeys and pigs are everywhere and we are living better than we have for many months.