He was
short, skinny and underage - hardly suitable material for a soldier in the
Second World War.
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| Short and skinny - but ruthless |
The
American army certainly didn’t think much of Audie Murphy when he tried to
enroll in December 1941. They rejected him on the grounds of his youth - he was
just 17 - and his slight frame.
Murphy
tried to enlist again in the following year. Again, he was rejected - by the
Marines, the Army Paratroopers and the Navy. After further persistence, Murphy was finally
enrolled in the United States Army and sent for training in Texas.
The army
soon realized they had made a mistake in accepting him. During one training
session he was so exhausted that he fainted. His company commander considered
him unsuitable for combat and attempted to have him moved to an army cookery
school.
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| A lot of medals |
All who had
mocked Murphy would soon be forced to eat their words. He was to prove one of
the most efficient and ruthless killing machines of the Second World War, serving
in Morocco, Italy, Southern France and Alsace. He inspired his men as much as
he terrified the Germans, displaying no fear even when caught in sustained
machinegun fire.
The first
inkling of his bravery came in September 1943, when he and his men faced a
German attack. The enemy soon wished they'd chosen a different target: all were either killed or captured and Murphy was
promoted to a sergeant for his role in the bloody skirmish.
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| To Hell and Back: the movie, with Audie |
He next
fought at the Volturo River and at the Anzio Beachhead. He was steadily honing
his skills as a fearless genius in small unit action, leading men into
situations of great danger against an overwhelmingly superior force.
After
taking part in Operation Dragoon in Southern France, he and his men were
transferred to Alsace, where fighting between the Allies and crack Germans
soldiers was fierce and intense.
Soon after
arriving, Murphy's best friend was killed by a German soldier hiding in a
machine gun nest. Murphy was infuriated and single-handedly wiped out the
entire German crew hiding in the nest.
He then
used the captured German machine gun to destroy the nearby enemy positions. His
conduct was so brave - and foolhardy - that he was awarded the Distinguished
Service Cross.
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| Fame: back in America |
During
seven weeks of intense fighting, Murphy's division suffered 4,500 casualties.
Murphy himself received two silver stars for further heroic actions and was
elevated to platoon leader.
By January,
1945, he had been promoted to company commander and his troops were hiding
in the words near Holtzwihr, a place of vital strategic significance for the
Allied advance.
On 26
January, his men went into action against the enemy. It was bitterly cold (14
°F or −10 °C) with two feet of snow on the ground.
The men
fought with courage but were decimated in a ferocious firefight and reduced to
an effective strength of 19 out of 128.
Murphy realized the remnants of his company couldn’t hold out any longer
and ordered them to retreat into the forest. He would meanwhile remain in
position in order to direct American artillery fire coming from the rear.
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| Fighting conditions were like this |
‘I loved that artillery’, Murphy later recalled. ‘I could see Kraut
soldiers disappear in clouds of smoke and snow, hear them scream and shout, yet
they came on and on as though nothing would stop them.’
The Germans had by now advanced to within fifty yards of Murphy’s hiding
place. When battalion headquarters inquired as to the enemy position, Murphy
replied: ‘If you just hold the phone a minute, I'll let you talk to one of the
bastards.’
He
continued to spray the advancing troops with bullets until his carbine ran out
of ammunition. He was preparing to fall back when
he noticed a machine gun on the turret of a nearby tank destroyer.
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| Recently found in the woods: items from the battle |
Murphy knew the gun gave him a real chance to stop the Germans. He
clambered aboard and began firing, managing to cut down an entire squad of German infantry who had crawled
into a nearby ditch.
At one point he noticed a group of Germans discussing tactics. ‘I
pressed the trigger and slowly traversed the barrel - the bodies slumped in a
stack position,’ he said.
Murphy only stopped fighting his when telephone line to headquarters was cut by enemy artillery. He
was also badly wounded in the leg.
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| More woodland discoveries |
Despite the
pain, he would continue to lead his men for the next two days until the area
around the Holtzwihr and the Colmar Canal was cleared of Germans. It was an exceptional
feat of war.
On June 2, 1945, he was presented with the Medal of Honor, America’s
highest honour. It was the peak of his military career - a career that ended
with 32 additional medals, ribbons, citations and badges.
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| Life cut short. |
Murphy would later become a Hollywood star, acting in the film of his
own experiences, To Hell and Back.
His life was tragically cut short when he died in a plane crash in 1971.
He was just 46.
When asked
after the war why he had single-handedly taken on a company of German infantry,
he replied simply: ‘They were killing my friends.’
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The carved lettering on his Arlington gravestone has since been blacked in order to make it easier to read. Our guide told us that, after the Kennedy graves, his is the most requested marker by visitors to the cemetery. An ordinary soldier's grave for an anything-but-ordinary soldier, its only distinction is a tiny American flag in the ground beside the stone, which is insufficient to hold all his battle honours. Thanks for the post, sir.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for your comment and it's good to know his grave is being well looked after.
ReplyDeleteAs you say, he was an anything-but-ordinary soldier.
Best, Giles