I remember we dug slit trenches.
We had to dig slit trenches to sleep in,
to live in literally. We slept in them and
if you were lucky you could find
some covering to put over to keep the sun
off you or the rain or whatever happened.
But that’s how we lived, it was pretty hairy.
I remember we were a mixture of everything,
infantry, artillery, para foo’s, you name it,
all sorts of guys; army service corps,
signals, everything, mixed bag.
And you’re held there until the units
send for reinforcements,
some guy gets wounded or
killed or you go forward.
And until that happens,
you are stuck in these holding units.
So one day a guy in the Argyles and
Southern Highlanders,
a good buddy of mine, Gil Armour,
oh I was down on the beach,
Juno Beach one day and a tank
landing craft which had been badly
damaged in the landings.
I was getting ready to go back
to England to be decommissioned and
a guy hailed me from the boat and he said,
“Can you ride a motor bike?” And I said,
“Ya.” So I went down to him,
he was a sailor, he was a Canadian,
I said, “You’re a Canadian?”
He said, “Ya, we’re all Canadian on this.
We came up from South Africa, North Africa.”
He had this Norton motorcycle so he said,
“Do you want it?” And I said,
“Ya, what’s the score?”
And he said, “Well, when we get back to
England they’ll just take it and throw it
the ordinance so if you want it
you can have it.”
So I cranked up the motor bike and
road back to my slit trench and parked it.
The old Gil Armour came over promptly
and said, “Where did you get that, Wilk?”
And I said, “Scrounged it down on the beach.”
So he said, “Hey, how about running me
down to the Argyles and I’m gonna see
Colonel Stewart and see if he’ll call for
me as a reinforcement, priority like.”
So I said, “Sure!”
So he hopped on the pillion and
away we went.
It was near Carpiquet Airport,
we hadn’t progressed,
that’s only about eight miles off the beach,
you know, we hadn’t gone very far.
I remember Stewart said,
“How did you get here, Gil?” and he said,
“Wilky brought me down on the
back of his motor bike.” So he said,
“Hell, I can do better than that!”
So he called the batelage (sp) and said,
“Get that Porsche!”
They had a big Porsche staff car,
the kind that Hitler rode around in,
a big open touring car.
They had taken it off some General
I guess and they gave that to Gil
so now I escorted him back and
now we parked them,
now we had a motorcycle and
a great big staff car parked beside our hole,
our slit trench.
And the colonel came by and he said,
“Where the hell did you guys get
all this equipment?”
So we told him our little story and he said,
“Well, I am going to confiscate the car,
you can have it sometimes,”
but mostly, we had lost all our transport,
our ship had been hit so
all the trucks were burned so
they had to use it to get water
and other supplies.
So we lost it but
we had the motorcycle still.