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A Sherwood Forester Under Fire in Italyicon for Recommended story

by Laurence Hickman

Contributed by 
Laurence Hickman
People in story: 
Mr Ron Hickman
Location of story: 
Salerno/Italy
Background to story: 
Army
Article ID: 
A1949024
Contributed on: 
02 November 2003

This is my fathers story of his war experiences. Before the war he was working as a slaughter-man at a local butchers. Doing a job which could not be handed over to a woman he was exempt from serving in the forces. This was not on for my father, he saw his brothers and friends being called up, so he kept the pressure up until in 1942 they finally called him up.

Now not a lot of people know this, but in Italy at this time were some of the hardest battles of the war. Of course we all know the Americans won the war in Italy-good old John Wayne.

I would like, at this point to insert a letter my father sent home to his mother while he was in a dressing station. I believe a nurse had to write for him.

PTE.14375398 Hickman.
3 Platoon B Company.
5th Dec 1943 Batt. Sherwood Foresters

Dear Mum, Dad
You must by now be concerned, not having had a letter from me for such a long time. Well the news of the landings in Italy must by now be well known all over England, so I am able to tell you that about seventy lads including myself were drafted into the Foresters to make them up to strength for the assault at Salerno. We only knew that it was for real when a dive bomber shot at us in the landing craft. We landed on the beaches in the early morning of the 9th Sept. Heavy shelling was going over from both sides, ours was coming from battleships standing out to sea. We soon moved off the beaches and dug in, just inland. From then on we seemed to be continuously on the move, digging in, often two or three times a day. Finally we got into Salerno Town, and were held up for a couple of days, then out again up more mountains. One morning we found ourselves at the top of a mountain looking out over towards Naples. Our platoon commander came around the positions and told us that we were going into Naples, but as we were in the American 5th Army we would be letting them go in first with us following. So I was one of the first British troops into Naples!. We moved through the city and dug in on the outskirts. We were then pulled out for a 24hr rest, moving into a small field, and after a kit check thought we may get some sleep. We soon found out that we were in front of a battery of twenty five pounders, who promptly opened up firing over our heads. Some rest?

Early the next morning we moved forward and dug into positions overlooking the Volterno river. Patrols went out at night looking for crossing areas, and new lads came up to replace the losses. The following evening we moved out to our start line for the assault over the river. On our way we passed through a wooded area where we picked up collapsable boats, brought up by the RE's. Artillery fire now going on constantly from our guns, and return fire also coming back to us. Getting into boats, dark at night, and going over the river was a tedious job, no one having much idea of handling small boats with seven or eight men in them, but we mostly all got to the other side. A. company were to move forward onto our left. C and D companies to go forward onto our right, B company were to advance forward some 7 or 8 hundred yards and take the German positions along a fairly steep embankment. This we achieved, getting into ready made dug outs. We heard voices on the other side of the embankment coming towards us. Grenades were lobbed over, a patrol then went out and brought in four, two wounded and two alright. They had moved out to get away from our shelling, which had now stopped. Over on our left we could hear that a hell of a fight was going on. A, company were to take a small village just forward of our position, but had walked into an ambush and were nearly all lost, killed or prisoners.

Except for the shelling, which by now was very heavy, we in B, company were well dug in and not fairing too badly. Myself and my mate with me spent some time calling out to our friends in the next trench a few yards away, when we heard a shell coming that we knew by the noise it makes was going to land close. Diving to the bottom of our hole, it landed, and after all the bits of muck had stopped falling on us we called out to our friends but got no reply. At first light I peered over the edge and could only see a red hole in the ground. The shell had landed right in their trench. We were now aware of a lot of noise over to our right, heavy shelling and small arms fire. The shelling was also different, just a loud explosion as it landed no loud whistle as it came over. At first we could not understand why our artillery was not replying to back us up, then word came along our positions that our artillery officer, who radios back to the artillery, had been killed within the first hour of getting over the river, along with a war correspondent. So we then thought our own Battalion radio operator would get a message back. This did not happen. The shelling now getting worse and machine gun fire heavy. Now we could hear the rattling noise made by tanks, and soon we saw the Tiger tanks moving along our front from the direction of C and D companies. Our Peart anti tank crews opened fire but were both blown up and killed. We now had nothing that we had any chance of stopping tanks with. By now it was full day light, and a runner came along to tell us that C and D companies had mostly been lost, chopped up and cut off by the tanks. All command and communications had broken down and it was every man for himself.

The tanks were now coming down behind us, as well as to our front, as I did not intend walking out in front of tanks with my hands up I decided along with the rest of our platoon to go for the river. Doing short monkey runs I made for a shallow ditch which we had passed along when advancing from the river, machine guns were now firing into our positions from the Tigers. As I dived into the ditch bits of the hedge above me were being cut off by the gun fire. Four lads ran past me shouting out " come on Hickman, follow us ". I shouted back " no thanks, I will take my time ". A hundred yards or so further on I had to crawl past and over them, a burst of machine gun fire or a shell had killed all four. By belly crawling and short monkey runs I got near to the river bank. I now knew why we could get no support, our radio operator was lying on the bank part of him bobbing up and down in the river, the rest of him lying on the bank with his smashed radio. Now out of the ditch and in the open I could see two Tigers up river stationary and able to fire along the river. To my right about a hundred yards away was a small clump of trees and bushes. My only chance of cover, so again belly crawling and short monkey runs, I made for the trees, a lad in front of me doing the same. Then I heard the familiar noise of a shell coming up behind me, and from the noise it was making I knew very close. I felt the heat from it as it went over my head.

Then I went up in the air from the blast and came down with incredible force. The earth coming up to meet me. As all the mess stopped falling on and around me I looked up. The lad in front of me had disappeared, just bits of webbing and a tin hat swinging in the trees. A lad out in the trees had gone over the edge. He was screaming out, "fix bayonets, fix bayonets, may as well have a hat pin against tanks, especially the Tiger". I now crawled to left and to the river bank where three other chaps where lying in the grass. They said "what now? we can't swim!". I said "neither can I. Not that it would have made any difference, lads trying to swim were going under, either getting hit or could not manage, or did not have the strength left to fight against the flooded river. We now decided that our only chance was to slip into the river, holding on to the grass and reeds, and keeping close into the bank. Knowing that we would not become prisoners still holding our rifles we let them go down to the bottom of the river, as we had always been instructed to do if in danger of being captured.

After a short while we noticed coming around a bend up river of us, the large branch of a tree that had been cut off by shell fire, so I suggested that we try and hold onto it as it came past. The current helped by pushing it near to our bank. This we managed to do. The river was being constantly hit by shelling and hit by the machine gun fire from the tanks. We decided to try for it and by kicking out with our feet and paddling with our free hand, holding onto the branch, which kept us afloat, we got across reaching the bank. We then still had to climb a high and steep bank rising up from the river. This was also under shell and machine gun fire. When I reached the top I was on my own, so I don't know if the other lads made it or not. I remember walking along a mud path. The next thing that I was aware of was sitting propped up against the wheel of a truck and someone talking to me. What they were saying I have no recollection of at all. The next thing I became aware of is coming round laying on a stretcher in an American casualty clearing station, somewhere in a large white villa. Now I am in the British army hospital in Naples, and I do not remember how I arrived here. However do not worry now you know where I am and that I am alright. Seems that I am suffering from exposure and complete exhaustion. The rumour going round here is that about 25 or 26 of B, company Sherwood Foresters got away.

Much love to you all
Ron.

I hope this letter may help some of you especially youngsters to realise what our fathers and grandfathers/grandmothers had to go through for us. Incidentely I must just finish off by saying that my father was so badly shell shocked, my gran was told he would probably die soon, and would never have a job of much worth.

Well my father is 82 now. He fathered four children, has had three butchers shops of his own. He has also been the Chairman of the Local Chamber of Trade and Commerce. He was also instrumental in starting up The Italy Star association in our local town.
To me he is a great man. Laurence-his only son.

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Message 1 - Sherwoods in Italy

Posted on: 18 June 2005 by Trooper Tom Canning - WW2 Site Helper

Laurence -
Fascinating story of how your Father - against many odds - survived - and then conquered.This story is fairly typical of what the PBI had to go through - all the time - whereas we in tanks, didn't get half of that rubbish to deal with - we only got the bigger stuff - and not quite as regularly as the PBI.
The 5th Sherwoods were in 139 brigade of 46th Division which had the distinction of fighting under US Gen Mark Clark.... and the least said about him the better as he threw them into some really mucky situations along with the Brit 56th Div,like Salerno - Minturno - Garigliano - Anzio - then they needed a long rest before rejoining 8th Army at the Gothic Line in August '44, to be clobbered again at Gemmano and Croce... they finally finished up south of us in Austria where they had a great time riding around on hundreds of Cossack Horses !
They were overdue for some fun !
best regards to your dad if he is still around !
Cheers
tomcan

Message 1 - a Sherwood forresters tale why did i join up!!

Posted on: 15 September 2005 by sherwoodforrester

My father if he were still to be alive would be 95 now.Joined the Ccm 2nd Bn Shewood Foresters in 1939, He joined up because the youngest brother Jim got called up to the foresters, so my dad decided to go with him to look after him as he had never been away from home. My uncle Jim used to make house bricks for a company called Frys on call up.Not long after being called up they decided that making bricks was more important than callup so sent him back to Stockport to carry on with his civvie job leaving my dad (who had signed up for 6years) to soldier on as they say, and that was the start of his time abroad N Africa, Italy chasing Rommel, being chased by Rommel, I found it very hard to talk to him about his life in the Army i did manage to get a bit out of him thou (after a few drinks) one i always remember him telling me was trigger happy yanks! He and his mate was in a trench one night someware in N Africa when along came two yanks to take over trench guard duty, they jumped right in and opened fire with the bren, as you know it fires tracers, my dad and his mate Bill i think his name was jumped out and ran as fast as they could and dived for cover next minute all hell broke loose the trench was blown up the yanks got killed i am sorry to say. Any way to cut a long story short he ended up gaurding P.O.Ws & stopping the Arabs&Jews from fighing in Palastine in 1946

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