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863 pages, Hardcover
First published June 5, 2012
"a landing in Norway was provided for, as well as the seizure of the Straits [with Denmark]… It was expected that the Americans would abandon a Europe fallen into chaos, while Britain and France would be paralyzed by their colonial problems. The Soviet Union possessed 400 experience divisions, ready to bound forward like tigers. It was calculated that the whole operation would take no more than a month… All these plans were aborted when Stalin learned from [Beria] that the Americans had the atom bomb and were putting it into mass production."One awful example of irony is the political naiveté of the US China experts who supported Mao against Chiang Kai-shek.
[Agnes] Smedley, Theodore White and other influential American writers could not accept for a moment that Mao might turn out to be a far worse tyrant than Chiang Kai-shek. The personality cult, the Great Leap Forward which killed more people than the whole of Second World War, the cruel madness of the Cultural Revolution and the seventy million victims of a regime that was in many ways worse than Stalinism proved totally beyond their imagination.As for horror, Beever devotes only a couple paragraphs to the Japanese policy of eating their prisoners.
The [Japanese] practice of treating prisoners as "human cattle" had not come about from a collapse of discipline. It was usually directed by the officers. Apart from local people, victims of cannibalism included Papuan soldiers, Australians, Americans and Indian prisoners of war who had refused to join the Indian National Army. At the end of the war, their Japanese captors had kept the Indians alive so that they could butcher them to eat one at a time. Even the inhumanity of the Nazi’s Hunger Plan in the east never descended to such levels. Because the subject was so upsetting to families of soldiers who had died in the Pacific War, the Allies suppressed all information on the subject, and cannibalism never featured as a crime at the Tokyo War Crimes Tribunal in 1946.All the usual horrors are documented as well: the Holocaust; the unrelenting ebb and flow of death in the "bloodlands"; the barbarous battles between the warrior states of Germany and Japan against the often unprepared conscripts from the democracies; the criminal "strategic" firebombing of cities. Yet Beevor is surely correct in his conclusion that "No other period in history offers so rich a source for the study of dilemmas, individual and mass tragedy, the corruption of power politics, ideological hypocrisy, the egomania of commanders, betrayal, perversity, self-sacrifice, unbelievable sadism and unpredictable compassion."
While the battle for the Primosole Bridge went on, the 51st Highland Division to the west attacked Francoforte, a typical Sicilian hilltop village above terraces of olive groves, reached only by a dirt road twisting up the steep slope in hairpin bends. To their left another part of the division managed to take Vizzini, after another short, fierce action. The Jocks of the Highland Division pushed on full of confidence. But they were soon to receive a nasty shock at Gerbini, where the Germans put up a strong defence at the adjoining airfield. The Hermann Göring and the Fall-schirmjäger Division deployed their 88mm anti-tank guns with devastating effect. The British XIII Corps on the coastal plain was blocked, while XXX Corps had to fight from ridge to ridge. British soldiers hated fighting in the rocky hills of Sicily and began to feel nostalgic for the North African desert.
On 4 February, Mackensen’s attack on the British salient at Anzio began, with panzergrenadiers driving a huge flock of sheep in front of them over the minefields. The 1st Battalion of the Irish Guards and the 6th Gordons took the brunt of the fighting, as Mark IV Panzers came on behind. The 1st Infantry Division was forced back, losing 1,500 men, of whom 900 were taken prisoner. Another German attack came three days later against Aprilia. Once more a breakthrough to the sea was held off only by massed inflicted on the Allies to discourage them from a larger undertaking on the Channel coast later in the year. On 16 February the fighting rose to a new intensity. The 3rd Panzergrenadier Division and the 26th Panzer Division attacked Aprilia again, and the area between the US 45th Division and the recently arrived British 56th Division. Two days later, Mackensen threw in his reserves as well.
It was the 4th Armored Brigade that suffered most horribly on that dreadful fifth day. Major Robert Crisp, a famous South African cricket player, was in command of a troop moving up to Sidi Rezegh. He was in his command tank, a Honey. Alongside him in another Honey was his friend, Tom Eynon. They drove to the west, toward the enemy. Suddenly they came to the edge of a long escarpment, halting with an abrupt lurch. Over the air Crisp heard Eynon exclaim: “Jesus Christ, Bob! What the hell is all this?”
Below the tracks of their tanks and straight ahead of them was an airfield, its outer boundaries marked by the litter of wrecked German and Italian fighter planes, its center a smoking heap of twisted and burning tanks. To Crisp’s left the desert was empty, but to his right inside the depression he was astonished to see men at work digging slit trenches, planting mines, setting up antitank and field guns; even, incredibly, cooking a meal. Farther distant across the depression atop another escarpment were other figures, not quite so active. Crisp was puzzled. Who was who? The burning tanks, he was sure, were British Crusaders. But whose troops were these? He put in a call to his battalion headquarters, explaining the situation. Back came the reply: “Treat anything you see as enemy.”
Both Crisp and Eynon were astounded. They were certain the troops below them were friendly; those farther away were enemy. In fact, Crisp was going to machine-gun them. “Browning, traverse right,” he called to his gunner. “One, two thousand. Enemy infantry—” Crisp paused. Someone was banging on the side of the tank and shouting. Crisp looked down and saw a tall lean brigadier standing up in a little open car. He was not aware of it then, but he was looking at Jock Campbell, a legendary tank commander famous for his dash and daring.