The best of combat memoirs are the ones that do just tell it like it was, and Ray Lambert's memoir of his battle experiences from North Africa, to Sicily, to Omaha Beach on D-Day ranks right up there with the best of battle memoirs. Ray is simple and frank and this is the value of his story. As you read it, you begin to agree with Ray, (almost) every man, really was a hero.
Here is a good example of Mr. Lambert's simple and frank style. He tells about the one guy in his unit who was "that guy," incompetent, always on KP duties, Mr. Lambert writes, "To put it in contemporary military terms, he wasn't squared away.
I'm being kind."
He goes on to say: "I heard later, he eventually became a major. I'd like to believe that means he straightened himself out, but it may be a more accurate assessment of how hard up the army was for officers.
Not to mention ample justification for the ordinary enlisted man's view of the officer class, exceptions duly noted."
Love it!
In this passage he discusses an attack that encountered "light resistance." He writes: "The regiment's casualties totaled twenty-five KIA, with seventy-nine wounded. That is the terrible math of war—even in "light action" or "small resistance," as the fighting at Oran is often described in the history books, real people die."
Indeed they do.
In this passage, Mr. Lambert discusses why his division (the big Red One) initially didn't fair so well in battle. I think his insight is amazing here. He says:
"One of the biggest factors, in my opinion, was our inexperience. Not only did we not really know war yet, we didn't know how to kill.
It's more than shooting someone. It's not something you learn in your head, not a math equation or an instruction about how to wire up a switch. It's knowledge you need to get into your bones, into your heart. It's a harsh thing, but without it, you and your friends are dead, your battle is lost, and what you came to fight for is forfeit."
This passage is perhaps the best explanation of the nature of war that I've ever read. It's cold, it's calculated, it's harsh, it's also the truth. This is exactly why we ought to not ever go into war blithely for it is a terrible thing.
Mr. Lambert writes elsewhere of war: "On maps, battles are large and small arrows, dotted lines, terse descriptions. On the ground they're flipped over Jeeps and busted tanks. The thick arrow might represent several weeks of fighting, during which a unit might be cycled on and off the front line several times.
The maps can't show things like the mud that crusts on your boots or the dirt that coats your skin. It certainly doesn't show the blood that cakes on your trousers after you've cleaned a dozen wounds."
Mr. Lambert writes about a court-martial for a GI who deserted: "A lot of things can be forgiven in war, letting the guy next to you down isn't one of them."
Mr. Lambert is in the very first wave onto Omaha Beach on D-Day and as a medic he is exposed to enemy fire as he goes around helping the wounded. His description of the chaos on the beach is as good as I've read. Here he writes about the sheer noise of battle:
"The noise of war does more than deafen you. It's worse than shock, more physical than something thumping against your chest. It pounds your bones, rumbling through your organs, counter-beating your heart. Your skull vibrates. You feel the noise as if it's inside you, a demonic parasite pushing at every inch of skin to get out."
As vivid imagery as I've ever read about battle.
Mr. Lambert is eventually trapped under an LST when the front gangway drops on top of him as he is helping a wounded man in the water. Just before he drowns, and inexplicably, the gangway raises and he is freed, but the gangway breaks his back. This incident ends his war, but it will be a long time before he is completely healthy (or as healthy as he can be). Ironically enough, his brother is also wounded on Omaha Beach on D-Day and the pair are reunited as they are evacuated onto a hospital ship. Both brothers survived the war, having been in battle in North Africa, Sicily, and Omaha Beach on D-Day, which is amazing.
A frank, vivid, account of one man's experience as a medic in battle. You can't help agreeing as you read it that all of these men who fought in these terrible battles, who sacrificed so much, certainly were heroes.