20-year
old John Trush with his Company A tank buddies in 1945. Note tank and rockets
at top of photo.
Chesapeake
City veteran, John Trush, remembers his service to our country during World War
ll. John has vivid memories of his experience in a tank during the Battle of Herrlisheim.
I was drafted into the army in late
1942. George Beaston, another Chesapeake
City boy, and I caught a
train from Elkton to Baltimore
for testing. From Fort
Meade we traveled by
train to Camp Hood , Texas for basic training with the tank
units. We were scheduled to go to North Africa, and we were all loaded up on
trains ready to go—with our tanks on flatbeds—when some officer came by and
yelled, “Company A, 43rd Tank Battalion: fall out!” So they took us back and told us that we would be
training officers. It was good duty but it didn’t last long. We were sent to the Colorado Mountains ,
where they worked the daylights out of us. Three months later they sent us to Fort Jackson , South
Carolina and made officers out of us, so to speak. I
was in charge of a company of recruits. Later we took our recruits to Fort
Miles Standish in Massachusetts ,
where we waited for a ship to go overseas. When it came it was huge, about the
size of the Queen Mary, which was
docked next to it.
On the trip over we had to stay below
deck most of the time. They told us, “If you fall overboard, we’re not stopping
for you.” It took five or six days to get to Liverpool , England .
We unloaded and went by rail straight to our barracks in Tidworth, just outside
of London . We
were only there about three days when they took us to the coast of the English Channel . Then we crossed on what appeared to be
an old cattle boat, and the English fed us stuff that looked like dark, soggy
fat. Well, it turned out to be mutton, terrible looking junk. So somebody said,
“Throw it the hail overboard.” So we did—pots and all! And when an English guy
asked us where the pots were we said, “Overboard, and if you bring that kind of
crap down here again we’ll throw you
overboard.”
Well, we crossed the channel and they
dumped us out somewhere north of Normandy ,
where we slept on the ground. Then trucks came along and took us to an old
castle and just left us there. In a couple of days somebody came along and
hollered out my service number and took me to Tank Company A. We had a few
skirmishes and then came right in on the end of the Maginot Line. I recall
coming into that area and seeing a German tank parked next to a bunker, and our
whole company started firing on it. I could see the shells hitting it but
flying right off it, just slipping right off it. Those tanks had a lot of steel
in them.
Five men manned each tank, and I
remember the first man who was shot in a tank I drove. He was an army colonel
and he stuck his head out of the tank turret and an 88 millimeter round took
his head right off. He fell down into the tank and we had to keep his body
there for two hours till a jeep came up with a stretcher strapped on the back
and took him away.
As I mentioned, I was in A Company,
which consisted of 15 tanks. In the battle of Herrlisheim, all of the tanks in
my company were wiped out except for the one I was driving. I had assumed that
all the men in the tanks were killed, but after the war was over I was told
that some of them became prisoners of war. The reason why my tank wasn’t
destroyed was that it was the last one in the group of charging tanks. I had
been transferred to that tank although I had had no rocket experience, and it
was placed at the end of the company because it had rockets loaded on top of
it. There were sixty rockets on a carriage right above us. And that was
dangerous because if a shell had hit them they all would have exploded … and
that would have been the end of us. When the rockets were fired, all sixty at
once—there was no stopping them, one right after the other—it seemed to take
the air away from you in there; you could feel the concussion deep in your
chest.
That battle, near the German town of Herrlisheim , was really a
trap set by the Germans. It occurred not long before the war ended, right after
the Battle of
the Bulge. I remember that because my company was sent north to cut the Germans
off in that battle, but the Germans pulled out before we got there.
I remember the scene of the
Herrlisheim ambush well. It was early morning and very foggy. At one point our
officer, Lieutenant Woods, and I looked out and
saw part of the sun trying to break through the fog, and I said, “That sun
looks awfully bloody up there.”
And so we advanced, with Steinwald Woods
on the left of us and the Zorn
River on the right. We
were supposed to cross that river to take Herrlisheim, but before we crossed
tremendous fire came from that wooded area. One of the tanks was riding on the
top of a levee along the river and slipped down and turned completely over into
the marsh. As I drove by it I didn’t see anyone jump out of it; the escape
hatch was closed.
The firing kept coming from the woods,
and it was lighting up our tanks like match sticks. They were full of gas and would
explode and burn for hours; I’ve seen them burn all night long. They were
firing 88 millimeter canons. Being under heavy fire, Lieutenant Woods called
through the intercom for us to back up. He kept hollering, “Back it up; pour it
on her!”
We were able to retreat far enough so
that the shells began to fall before they got to us. I could see the shells
flying by us, quite a few of them. They were almost three feet long and I could
see the waves of heat created by them coming towards us—the shape of the shell
shimmering inside. As the fog lifted I could see German soldiers coming from
the woods. And right away our air force fire-bombed that whole area with white
phosphorous, which destroyed the trees and all the German infantry. Those
bodies lay there for quite a while—frozen to the ground.
We fought battles before and after
Herrlisheim, but nothing as disastrous. It was truly a nightmare. You know, for
a long time I couldn’t talk about the horror of that terribly bloody battle.
For a long, long while the memories kept me awake—all those men slaughtered …
and I came out of it, came home, and I … oh well!
Anyhow, right after Germany
surrendered, my tank commander and I, because we had rocket experience, were
picked to catch a ship to fight in Japan . Well, we got as far as the
entrance to the Panama Canal when we heard
that Japan
had surrendered. So the ship turned and went to New York . But that wasn't the end of my army
career; I was sent to Camp
Shelburne in New Jersey , given a
ten-day pass, and when I returned they sent me to Camp Carson , Colorado .
I was discharged from there, rode the train to Washington, DC where somebody picked
me up and brought me home.
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