“By the last days of June the Battle for Normandy had taken on the character that it was to retain for the two months that followed: a struggle involving more than 1,000,000 men pitted against each other on a front of scarcely 100 miles.” (Max Hastings in ‘Overlord’, Macmillan 2016 edition.)
30th June 1944 - Since D-Day, the Allies have landed 630,000 troops, 600,000 tons of supplies and 177,000 vehicles in the Normandy beachhead. They have suffered 62,000 dead and wounded.
The remaining 6,000 Germans in the Cherbourg peninsula surrender. (From Chronology of World War II and WW2-net Timelines.)
The German II-SS Armoured Corps, now assembled around Villers-Bocage, continue to receive the attentions of Bomber Command. Low intensity fighting persists south-west of Caen for the next nine days. (From 'The Drive on Caen, Northern France 7th June -9th July 1944’, a 60th Anniversary booklet.)
Eric Brewer was still back at base and had just got paid: “Went to local farms and obtained 1lb butter and about 1 gallon of milk. Had a couple of chickens from bombed house - not so bad. Gun fire tonight is heavy. Weather not too bad. Bags of aircraft flying about place called Therobrot.” (From Eric Brewer’s Diary by kind permission of Derek Brewer and his family)
The extra food would have subsidised the ‘Compo’ pack rations “lightweight wooden crates, each containing rations for six men for a three day period. The contents varied little, but the favourites contained bully beef or Spam, rather than the alternatives of stew or oxtail or haricot. All packs contained greengage jam, cheese, greasy bacon, powdered milk, powdered egg, salt, sugar, hard tack biscuits, boiled sweets, cigarettes, matches and three pieces of very rough toilet paper per man.” (From ‘Beaten Paths are Safest’ by Roy Howard, Brewin Books 2004.)
Eric Postles remembered: “We were issued with 14 man compo packs consisting of tinned food and hard tack biscuits. The latter often contained messages from the girls who packed them.
The compo packs were labelled A to G on the end of the box so you knew the contents. The best held steak and kidney pudding, the worst ‘harricotted’ oxtail which seemed to have more bones than meat.
We used our stoves and Benghasis, cut-down non-returnable petrol cans filled with sand soaked in petrol for heating the food cans, washing ourselves and washing clothes. For a bath you put one leg in the water at a time. When the petrol sand went out you refilled it but if the sand was hot you would be surrounded by a cloud of white vapour. We heard of people being badly burned if it ignited. It never happened to anyone in our troop.” (Extracts from ‘My War Years’ by John Eric Postles ISO used by kind permission of the author.)
According to Anthony Rampling cooking was done in a biscuit tin with a hole in the side. They filled it with earth, “poured petrol on it, set fire to it and cooked on the top.” (PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!)
“Trying to exist was hard. Up front you couldn’t cook anything. We were given biscuits and chocolate you couldn’t bite – solid like rock. We had tins of meat but no vegetables. We lived on tea - made in a bucket with Ideal milk and sugar all mixed in. The biggest thing we missed was bread":
The stench of death
“Going on to food- one food we missed very much was bread. There were no bakehouses going and I think it was three weeks before we got any bread at all and then not very much. And going back about Normandy, with all the cattle and the dead and the bodies the stench from the beaches to Caen, the stench of death was horrific and it took a long while for it to leave you, really.”
Eric Brewer seems to have written two letters home that day (the cinema show may have been a re-assuring fiction?):
Friday 30th (written on NAAFI letterform)
"Dear Mum Dad and all
Well here I am still at base taking it easy and hope you and all are keeping fine. What do you think of the Yanks taking Cherbourg? We should soon have the supplies pouring in now then the war will soon be over I hope. They say that there is a cinema show for us tomorrow, which I hope to go and see if lucky…
Got paid this morning the first time for four weeks but have no need to draw it over here, as there is not much to spend it on….
Your loving son
Eric XXXX
PS Are these stamps any good to you as I don’t need them out here and you do know that you do not have to put stamps on my letter just (ON ACTIVE SERVICE)"
30th (written on NAAFI notepaper in a NAAFI envelope marked on active service, postmarked 3rd July 1944)
“Dear Mum Dad and all
Just received your letter glad to hear you are alright but wish you would not send me any cigarettes as I have more than I will ever smoke and if I want any they only cost 4p for 10 so it’s a waste of time you sending them to me so please don’t send anymore…..
I just stopped writing to go and see what the roar was and blimey there was so many planes going over that you can have no idea of the amount. They were as far as the eye could see going over for about 20 minutes; must have been about 400 – 500 planes. Makes you thankful that you are British, poor old Gerry, and now the artillery have started opening up on Gerry’s position….
Your loving son
Eric XXXX”
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