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ONE SOLDIER’S STORY: FIRST COMBAT

 

The Wartime Experience of John Gay Bascom

by John Bascom

FIRST CONTACT WITH THE GOTHIC LINE

August-September 1944



Castel Fiorentino today is a busy town nestled in the iconic hills of Tuscany, Italy.  Located an hour southwest of Florence and halfway to coastal Pisa and its leaning tower, the scenic Tuscan hills surrounding the town are draped in vineyards.  The vicinity is known for marvelous Chianti wine and a flavorful, mellow Brunello.  The town dates from 1100 A.D. in the Middle Ages, and much later came to enjoy a rich Renaissance heritage.  Stone houses, winding lanes, quaint public squares, hilltop churches and beautiful vistas make it a popular, off the beaten path tourist destination.  When my father arrived in August, 1944 it was, of course, much smaller, but still peaceful and beautiful.  The scene of bygone struggles for land and power that have forever characterized Italy, no battles had touched it in the modern epic.  He must have been charmed and reassured.  But it would be a portal to the coming eight months of chaos, fear and blood that would be the Battle of the Northern Apennines.

The 135th Regiment, Red Bull Division was in reserve in Castel Fiorentino.  Dad dutifully reported there as a replacement in mid-August following a weeks-long voyage in a cramped troop ship, then a truck ride inland.  Following distinguished battle performance in North Africa, and then in Italy before Dad joined them, his unit, the 135th, had landed as part of the Salerno invasion far down the Italian boot in September, 1943. They had viciously fought north through Anzio, Rome and Livorno before pausing in Castel Fiorentino for training and replacements in the summer of 1944. Shortly after Dad’s arrival, a major line of defense north of Rome for the retreating Germans, the Arno Line, had been broken and the historic city of Florence was finally in American hands.  Dad was part of a large compliment of desperately needed replacements for the thousands of dead, missing, wounded and captured.

He was assigned as a rifleman in the 3rd Battalion, 135th Regiment, Company L.  Oral family history is that he was part of a two-man BAR or Browning Automatic Rifle light machine gun team.  One man would carry and fire the machine gun while the second supported him by carrying the bipod and the considerable load of ammunition required, while providing covering support with his M-1 rifle.  Smaller and lighter than a heavy machinegun designed to be operated from a prepared emplacement, the BAR could be fired from the ground while supported by its bipod or from the shoulder.  Its portability and versatility made it suitable in both in assaults and for defense and as such, a staple in infantry platoons.  Dad would not have to wait long for more action to begin.

The Regiment moved to Galluzzo on the southern outskirts of Florence on the night of September 4th, and on 8th through the city to a northwesterly suburb.  This was preparatory to a carefully planned, multi-corps assault on the feared German Gothic Line, which spread west to east across the entire Italian boot along the imposing Apennine Mountain range. Its heights ranged from three hundred feet to over four thousand, with its highest peak over seven thousand feet.

The Allied strategy was to mount a coordinated northward attack along the entire Gothic Line, ultimately forcing the Germans backward and out of the Apennines.  The II Corps, comprised of four divisions including the Red Bulls, was to press the attack north through the center of the Gothic Line.  They planned to completely break through it and out of the mountains into the Po Valley before winter set in.  The Apennines Mountain Range ended on its northern face in the broad, deep and rolling Po Valley which stretched from the Milan in the west of Italy to the Adriatic coast in the east.  There, the decimated Germans would lack the advantage of the rugged, concealing Apennine heights and be easy game for American infantry, tanks, artillery and planes.  My father’s unit, the huge fifteen-thousand-man Red Bull Division, was tasked with supporting the massive effort by attacking northward from Florence.  Other divisions attacked simultaneously along the entire Gothic Line, from coast to coast. These would be the first penetrations north of the recently fallen Arno Line. The Germans knew their next line of defense to the north, the infamous Gothic Line, was essentially their last stand.  They committed hundreds of thousands of men, artillery and equipment to defending it from carefully prepared and heavily fortified mountain positions.



The Red Bull’s attack path was north generally along the western flank of Route 65 which ran some sixty winding, hilly miles through the Apennines from Florence to Bologna and the entrance to the Po Valley.  The attack corridor extended miles to the east and west of the main road to include barely accessible villages and fortifications occupied by German troops in the surrounding mountains.  Route 65 transited a tangle of mountain roads, often narrow, steep and muddy, that wound up, down and through the Apennines.  Some were little more than trails unsuitable for vehicles.  These mountain lanes held countless villages, many perched on forested hilltops or mountainsides, some with a population of only a few dozen souls.  Their ancient stone houses, walls and turrets provided perfect killing sites for the Germans.  All these would have to be taken inch by inch by the soldiers of the Red Bull Division to assure the success of the larger II Corps assault.  It was to take eight bloody months, countless thousands of American casualties, setbacks and failures, before the objective of Bologna and the Po Valley would be finally achieved.

Having crossed the Arno River in Florence and for the first time formally advancing through the Arno Line, on September 11th they proceeded to an assembly area near Barbarino, north of Florence on the road to Bologna, the ultimate objective.  Along the way they were subjected to enemy artillery fire, sniping and firefights.  On the next day, the 2nd and 3rd (Dad’s) Battalions went forward, passing through its sister regiment, the 168th Infantry. It was a day of severe losses for the 3rd Battalion.  As the unit's command group moved into the assembly area, a German "Schu" minefield was encountered and the battalion commander, Lt. Col. Harry Y. McSween, was seriously injured by a mine.  More mines exploded in the attempts to aid him and others were injured including several more officers. The losses in battalion leadership on the eve of battle were felt very keenly because of the experience and ability of these officers. These actions marked the beginning of the North Apennines Campaign and the assault on the deadly German Gothic Line.


The method of attack was to advance with combat patrols to identify German positions which could be occupied or overrun by larger concentrations of American troops that followed behind the patrols.  To assure the integrity of the assault it was critical that all high points from which Germans could fire down on advancing Americans be taken.  These engagements involved fierce firefights and seizing ground ridge by ridge and town by town from tenacious Germans skilled in the art of mountain defense.  German doctrine was to counterattack almost immediately after having been dislodged, resulting in violent battles to hold ground only recently taken.

The battalions of the 135th were moving forward on September 12th toward Cirignano about twenty-five miles north of Florence in the face of stiff opposition.  Enemy artillery fire was quite heavy, but this was countered effectively by fire from our own supporting artillery.  On September 13th it was learned from prisoners that the 135th Regiment had encountered the outposts of the Gothic Line.  It was learned, too, that this sector was defended by crack units of the 4th German Paratroop Division.


In one instance, Company L, Dad’s company, ran into pillboxes at the base of Hill 568, a highpoint fortified by the enemy.  Hand grenades were exchanged at close range.  All the companies were able to keep pressing on but, the 3rd Battalion ran into the greatest resistance.  Artillery on both sides was expending a large amount of ammunition.  On September 14th, the 2nd and 3rd Battalions attacked.  The enemy used a great amount of automatic weapons fire.  The 1st Battalion passed through the 2nd, and the 3rd Battalion opened a second assault on important Hill 671 where the enemy had managed to hold out the previous day.  Casualties ran high on both sides.  Company I, for instance, alone lost 18 men wounded and 5 killed.

Dad’s 3rd Battalion was not to be denied its objective and advanced under a rolling artillery barrage.  The advance north continued and the battalion took part in the attack on the heavily fortified and strategically important town of Livergnano, located just off of Highway 65.  The fighting to take the village, nestled among cliffs on a mountainside, was fierce.  In one group of houses at Livergnano a hand-to-hand fight developed with extensive use of grenades.  This engagement was won primarily through initiative and courage. Inspired by heroic leadership, the battalion moved in to clear out the strongpoint.  A posthumous award of the Congressional Medal of Honor was made to Lt. Wigle for his heroism during that battle.

Hill 671 was completely occupied by the 135th the next day.  The German paratroopers had displayed their traditional stubborn resistance and had made good use of extensive mine fields, barbed wire, concrete emplacements and dugouts.  It required direct hits from artillery of heavy caliber to knock out many of the emplacements.  With the capture of this mountain position, the Gothic Line had been penetrated and the 135th Regiment was now meeting the main defenses.  Before the sister 1st Battalion jumped off in the direction of Mangona a lengthy artillery barrage, including heavy guns, was laid down with excellent results.  The enemy was also employing heavy artillery on our frontline troops.

The Gothic Line defenses were legendary.  Rather than a single line, it was a series of parallel defensive positions allowing the Germans to fall back when pressed to other prepared fortifications, forming a defense in depth all the way to the Po Valley.  Prisoners of war had pointed out and stressed its formidable nature.  They contended that this line would prevent the Allies from getting into the Po Valley and added that orders had been received from Hitler that the drive northward must be stopped at this position.  All available intelligence indicated that the major undertaking on hand would require a maximum of skill, coordination, and aggressiveness in order to break the line.  The Gothic Line positions in the vicinity of the Futa Pass, which the 135th Regiment was attacking then flanking from the west, were as staunch and formidable as had been feared. 

The selection by the Germans of commanding heights with tortuous approaches had been scientifically welded into a defense line with all the expertness acquired by the enemy high command throughout its long defensive campaign in Italy.  To increase the effectiveness of the forbidding terrain, the Germans had commandeered, through organization "Todt", Italian civilian slave labor to erect coordinated positions of steel and concrete pillboxes and gun locations.  The mountains presented problems of supply to the 135th Regiment, and mule pack trains often offered the only means of transporting the much-needed food and ammunition.  Rations were often delayed because mules could not climb steep cliffs; casualties had to be hand-carried or born by mules where possible to the rear. 

One veteran remembers the Gothic Line this way:

“…between (us) and the Valley of the Po lay roads of narrow defiles through long canyon passes walled in by precipitous mountains rising sheer on either side…some sixty road-miles stood as the formal, formidable barrier…every foot of the way ahead was defended by characteristically thorough hulled-down tanks, mortar and artillery emplacements dug into sheer rock or recessed in heavily constructed concrete blockhouses, machine guns sweeping all approaches and all passes, and huge anti-tank ditches which wound over the hills for many miles”

 

The assault by the Red Bulls on the Futa Pass failed to take it.  But is had served as a critical strategic distraction to the Germans, causing them to move troops to reinforce the pass.  As a result, sister units of II Corps were able to successfully attack and seize Il Giogo Pass to the southeast, providing an alternate path forward and making control of the Futa Pass by the Americans unnecessary.  The flanking maneuvers by II Corps caused the Germans to realize their occupation of that pinch point on Route 65 was untenable.  They fell back.  The assaults of Dad’s units had opened a northbound corridor for the Americans to continue their attacks on the Gothic Line.

A steady advance was made and continued on September 17th despite mine fields, barbed wire entanglements and heavy fire from enemy automatic weapons.  Staff Sergeant William E. Davis led his rifle squad in a frontal assault on an enemy pillbox located at the crest of a hill.  Going through mortar, machine-gun and sniper fire, Sergeant Davis went ahead to cut the wire.  He rushed to within hand grenade distance of the pillbox, killed two Germans, wounded another and captured eighteen.  Later in the day while organizing a defensive position Sergeant Davis was killed by a sniper.  He was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross posthumously.

The 3rd Battalion, moving up to Migneto on September 18th after a 30-minute artillery preparation, ran into a heavy enemy counterattack at Hill 749 and a fierce firefight followed.  The German counterattack having failed, the battalion was ordered to hold the ground for the night. Our troops were extremely fatigued, having little sleep in the past three days, and the supply problem continued to grow even more acute.  The mules could hardly make their way over the trails and the company guides frequently lost their way because of the darkness and myriad paths.

On September 19th the enemy increased his fire from machine guns, mortars and artillery. There were heavy casualties.  The fight was becoming increasingly bitter with hand grenades exchanged in close contact.  Forty-nine prisoners were taken by our troops in twenty-four hours.  On the next day, the 20th, the 2nd Battalion encountered mine fields and it was not until September 21st that wounded from Company F were evacuated from the area, and Company G was able to work around the field.  Engineers were used to clear a path through the mine field in order that caves in the vicinity could be searched. 

It was a day to day, hill to hill fight against an enemy determined to exact as high a price as possible and prevent a breakthrough into the rich industrial Valley of the Po.  The troops had to root the Germans out of each pillbox and dugout, and were harassed constantly by sniper fire from all sides.  The advance was of necessity slow, preceded by much careful probing of the terrain, a task which taxed the endurance of every man.  Flame throwers were used against some enemy positions.  The Germans in their determination to cling to the mountains were throwing in engineering and air corps elements to replace the wounded and killed infantrymen on the line.

Reports from prisoners on September 24th were to the effect that the enemy was withdrawing at several points because of the constant pressure against him and his heavy losses in men and material.  At Roncobilaccio about one hundred Germans withdrew and left large quantities of material in the town.  Two German 105mm artillery pieces were surrounded by our troops and captured.  But most German soldiers put up a stiff, fanatical fight before being killed or taken prisoner.

The 3rd Battalion launched attacks on the 26th and 27th of September against Bruscoli, north some five miles of the Futa and Il Giogo Passes, and reached their objective at nine in the morning on the second day.  The 3rd was now forty miles north of Florence and only twenty miles south of Bologna and the Po.  They were still in their assigned attack corridor some miles west of Route 65.  The 1st Battalion, meeting little opposition, took over Fratte and then went on to enter Belvedere on the right and Cassellacco on the left.  General Charles Bolte, commanding the 34th Division, informed Col. Manhart, commander of the 135th Regiment, that he wanted a battalion on Monte Bastione, a heavily fortified and strategically dominating series of hills, as soon as possible.   On the following morning, despite rain, wind, and increasing cold, this was accomplished.  The 3rd Battalion was moving forward now without opposition.  With the fall of Monte Bastione, the 2nd Battalion was committed through the 1st Battalion to exploit the successes gained.  Exercising a vigorous and aggressive drive, the 2nd Battalion advanced 1500 yards past their objective to the vicinity of Fornelli.

My father’s unit had seen nearly two weeks of nasty, unrelenting fighting.  On September 29th, the sister 168th Infantry Regiment had passed through the 135th to relieve it. The 3rd Battalion was assembled at recently taken Bruscoli, still in the heart of the Apennines and over halfway between Florence and Bologna, the ultimate prize.  The 1st and 2nd Battalions were in the vicinity of Castell del Alpi.  The Regiment passed into division reserve and their hell was over, for the time being.

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Next installment: A Bloody, Cold October in the Apennines


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