Mr Tom Pitson recalled his time with the British Army when he fought in the Western desert in 1941/1942 when he was just a private with Field Marshall Bernard Montgomery's 8th Army, he was in charge of a 3” mortar squad at that time and due to his own Bravery he was made up to a full Corporal, which pleased him tremendously.
It was only such a short time before this, that many tens of thousands of English soldiers, like Tom and my Father Ron Bridle (who was also in the 8th Army) were re-called from the conflict in Sicily and Italy, and ordered to make their way by steamship to prepare for the battle soon to commence, the second front, that they new nothing about as it was top-secret.
All too soon the time had come for the thousands of troops to head for the embarkation points all along the South Coast of England, there to cross the stormy English Channel and head inland for the beaches of France.
As soldiers in war, as with the many of thousands of allied troops that day, they firmly believed and hoped that this “Great Crusade” that they were a part of, would finally bring to an end the evil Nazi regime that had decimated and destroyed most of Europe and its people, during five long terrible years of tyranny and suffering.
There they were expected to fight to the last man and succeed in winning this battle, the one that would eventually determine the final outcome of Europe.
On 6th June, 1944, in “Operation Overlord”, many tens of thousands took part as did Corporal Tom Pitson, heading in landing craft for the beaches.
Tom with his fellow soldiers of the Durham Light Infantry jumped from their landing craft onto Gold Beach on that early morning of the 6th June 1944, there to face a merciless hail of machine-gun, mortar and tank fire that cascaded all around them, many of his mates were killed within the first few minutes of landing on French soil. He described it as a time of “Bloody Hell Let Loose”.
Once on the beach they fought their way up managing to find some refuge from the hail of the killing fire that surrounded them and continued pushing forward breaking the enemy stronghold. Mr Pitson remembered those of his mates and comrades who were killed on that day so long ago, as they fought on the beach.
The Germans threw everything at the allied forces who were clumsily but bravely fighting their way up the beaches to find shelter from the fire that was aimed at destroying them, which killed so many.
Their success and Bravery on that day heralded them all as Heroes who gave their very best to win the Freedom for the French Nation and for Europe itself.
The Allied Armies went on to fight their way up through France, Belgium, Holland and into Germany, suffering terrible casualties and losses, all determined to conquer Hitler's Third Reich, whatever the cost, the price, the sacrifice...!!!
Tom was blown up twice by enemy fire when he finally crossed the Rhine into the “Fatherland” Germany itself, when he was delivering despatches by motorcycle.
From the injuries he received he was immediately ordered back to England as he was very ill, collapsing in the snow during that very cold winter of 1944, but due to his own battle experience he was asked to stay and lead the few men left into battle, as he was the most experienced battle hardened man in the company. But Tom, once he was well enough, like the thousands of other Allied soldiers fulfilled their duty and carried on through to the heart of the Reich. Finally to see it totally destroyed and no longer a threat to mankind.
In all the fighting that Tom had participated in during his time in WW2 with the British army. Tom Pitson was awarded 10 medals for gallantry and also received a letter of commendation from the King.
Today Tom is a relaxed man, but with memories of that day still firmly in his mind and those of his friends he left behind, he remembers them well with affection and sadness, that day on 6th June 1944...!!! |