The Day of Battle: The War in Sicily and Italy, 1943-1944

The Day of Battle: The War in Sicily and Italy, 1943-1944

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The Day of Battle: The War in Sicily and Italy, 1943-1944 by Rick Atkinson


In An Army at Dawn — winner of the Pulitzer Prize — Rick Atkinson provided a dramatic and authoritative history of the Allied triumph in North Africa. Now, in The Day of Battle, he follows the American and British armies as they invade Sicily in July 1943, attack Italy two months later, and then fight their way, mile by bloody mile, north toward Rome.

The Italian campaign's outcome was never certain; in fact, President Roosevelt, Prime Minister Churchill and their military advisors bitterly debated whether an invasion of the so-called soft underbelly of Europe was even wise. But once underway, the commitment to liberate Italy from the Nazis never wavered, despite the agonizing price. The battles at Salerno, Anzio, the Rapido River, and Cassino were particularly ferocious and lethal, yet as the months passed, the Allied forces continued to drive the Germans up the Italian peninsula. Led by Lieutenant General Mark W. Clark, among the war's most complex and controversial commanders, American troops became increasingly determined and proficient. With the liberation of Rome in June 1944, ultimate victory in Europe at last began to seem inevitable.

Drawing on extensive new material from a wide array of primary sources, and written with great drama and flair, The Day of Battle is narrative history of the first rank.

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ISBN-13: 9780743527972
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Audio
Publication date: 10/02/2007
Series: Liberation Trilogy Series , #2
Edition description: Abridged, 8 CDs, 9 hrs. 30 min.
Pages: 8
Sales rank: 1,027,670
Product dimensions: 6.50(w) x 5.50(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Rick Atkinson was a staff writer and senior editor at The Washington Post for more than twenty years. He is the bestselling author of An Army at Dawn, The Long Gray Line, In the Company of Soldiers, and Crusade. His many awards include Pulitzer Prizes for journalism and history. He lives in Washington, D.C.

Rick Atkinson was a staff writer and senior editor at The Washington Post for more than twenty years. He is the bestselling author of An Army at Dawn, The Long Gray Line, In the Company of Soldiers, and Crusade. His many awards include Pulitzer Prizes for journalism and history. He lives in Washington, D.C.

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The Day of Battle

The War in Sicily and Italy, 1943â"1944

By Rick Atkinson

Henry Holt and Company

Copyright © 2007 Rick Atkinson
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-2010-0


Across the Middle Sea

Forcing the World Back to Reason

The sun beat down on the stained white city, the July sun that hurt the eyes and turned the sea from wine-dark to silver. Soldiers crowded the shade beneath the vendors' awnings and hugged the lee of the alabaster buildings spilling down to the port. Sweat darkened their collars and cuffs, particularly those of the combat troops wearing heavy herringbone twill. Some had stripped off their neckties, but kept them folded and tucked in their belts for quick retrieval. The commanding general had been spotted along the wharves, and every man knew that George S. Patton, Jr., would levy a $25 fine on any GI not wearing his helmet or tie.

Algiers seethed with soldiers after eight months of Allied occupation: Yanks and Brits, Kiwis and Gurkhas, swabs and tars and merchant mariners who at night walked with their pistols drawn against the bandits infesting the port. Troops swaggered down the boulevards and through the souks, whistling at girls on the balconies or pawing through shop displays in search of a few final souvenirs. Sailors in denim shirts and white caps mingled with French Senegalese in red fezzes, and bearded goums with their braided pigtails and striped burnooses. German prisoners sang "Erika" as they marched in column under guard to the Liberty ships that would haul them to camps in the New World. British veterans in battle dress answered with a ribald ditty called "El Alamein"—"Tally-ho, tally-ho, and that was as far as the bastards did go"—while the Americans belted out "Dirty Gertie from Bizerte," which was said to have grown to two hundred verses, all of them salacious. "Sand in your shoes," they called to one another—the North African equivalent of "Good luck"—and with knowing looks they flashed their index fingers to signal "I," for "invasion."

Electric streetcars clattered past horsedrawn wine wagons, to be passed in turn by whizzing jeeps. Speeding by Army drivers had become so widespread that military policemen now impounded offenders' vehicles—although General Eisenhower had issued a blanket amnesty for staff cars "bearing the insignia of a general officer." Most Algerians walked or resorted to bicycles, pushcarts, and, one witness recorded, "every conceivable variety of buggy, phaeton, carryall, cart, sulky, and landau." Young Frenchmen strolled the avenues in their narrow-brimmed hats and frayed jackets. Arab boys scampered through the alleys in pantaloons made from stolen barracks bags, with two holes cut for their legs and the stenciled name and serial number of the former owner across the rump. Tatterdemalion beggars in veils wore robes tailored from old Army mattress covers, which also served as winding-sheets for the dead. The only women in Algiers wearing stockings were the hookers at the Hotel Aletti bar, reputed to be the richest wage-earners in the city despite the ban on prostitution issued by military authorities in May.

Above it all, at high noon on July 4, 1943, on the Rue Michelet in the city's most fashionable neighborhood, a French military band tooted its way through the unfamiliar strains of "The Star-Spangled Banner." Behind the woodwinds and the tubas rose the lime-washed Moorish arches and crenellated tile roof of the Hôtel St. Georges, headquarters for Allied forces in North Africa. Palm fronds stirred in the courtyard, and the scent of bougainvillea carried on the light breeze.

Vice Admiral Henry Kent Hewitt held his salute as the anthem dragged to a ragged finish. Eisenhower, also frozen in salute on Hewitt's right, had discouraged all national celebrations as a distraction from the momentous work at hand, but the British had insisted on honoring their American cousins with a short ceremony. The last strains faded and the gunfire began. Across the flat roofs of the lower city and the magnificent crescent of Algiers Bay, Hewitt saw a gray puff rise from H.M.S. Maidstone, then heard the first report. Puff followed puff, boom followed boom, echoing against the hills, as the Maidstone fired seaward across the breakwater.

Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one. Hewitt lowered his salute, but the bombardment continued, and from the corner of his eye the admiral could see Eisenhower with his right hand still glued to his peaked khaki cap. Unlike the U.S. Navy, with its maximum twenty-one-gun tribute, the Army on Independence Day fired forty-eight guns, one for each state, a protocol now observed by Maidstone's crew. Hewitt resumed his salute until the shooting stopped, and made note of yet another difference between the sister services.

With the ceremony at an end, Hewitt hurried through the courtyard and across the lobby's mosaic floor to his office, down the corridor from Eisenhower's corner suite. Every nook of the St. Georges was jammed with staff officers and communications equipment. Eight months earlier, on the eve of the invasion of North Africa, Allied plans had called for a maximum of seven hundred officers to man the Allied Forces Headquarters, or AFHQ, a number then decried by one commander as "two or three times too many." Now the figure approached four thousand, including nearly two hundred colonels and generals; brigades of aides, clerks, cooks, and assorted horse- holders brought the AFHQ total to twelve thousand. The military messages pouring in and out of Algiers via seven undersea cables were equivalent to two-thirds of the total War Department communications traffic. No message was more momentous than the secret order issued this morning: "Carry out Operation HUSKY."

Hewitt had never been busier, not even before Operation TORCH, the assault on North Africa. Then he had commanded the naval task force ferrying Patton's thirty thousand troops from Virginia to Morocco, a feat of such extraordinary success—not a man had been lost in the hazardous crossing—that Hewitt received his third star and command of the U.S. Navy's Eighth Fleet in the Mediterranean. After four months at home, he had arrived in Algiers on March 15, and every waking moment since had been devoted to scheming how to again deposit Patton and his legions onto a hostile shore.

He was a fighting admiral who did not look the part, notwithstanding the Navy Cross on his summer whites, awarded for heroism as a destroyer captain in World War I. Sea duty made Hewitt plump, or plumper, and in Algiers he tried to stay fit by riding at dawn with native spahi cavalrymen, whose equestrian lineage dated to the fourteenth-century Ottomans. Despite these efforts, his frame remained, as one observer acknowledged, "well-upholstered." At the age of fifty-six, the former altar boy and bell ringer from Hackensack, New Jersey, was still proud of his ability to ring out "Softly Now the Light of Day." He loved double acrostic puzzles and his Keuffel & Esser Log Log Trig slide rule, a device that had been developed at the Naval Academy in the 1930s when he chaired the mathematics department there. His virtues, inconspicuous only to the inattentive, included a keen memory, a willingness to make decisions, and the ability to get along with George Patton. The Saturday Evening Post described Hewitt as "the kind of man who keeps a dog but does his barking himself"; in fact, he rarely even growled. He was measured and reserved, a good if inelegant conversationalist, and a bit pompous. He liked parties, and in Algiers he organized a Navy dance combo called the Scuttlebutt Five. He also had established a soup kitchen for the poor with leavings from Navy galleys; he ate the first bowl himself. Two other attributes served his country well: he was lucky, and he had an exceptional sense of direction, which on a ship's bridge translated into a gift for navigation. Kent Hewitt always knew where he was.

He called for his staff car—among those privileged vehicles exempt from impoundment—and drove from the St. Georges through the twisting alleyways leading to the port. At every pier around the grand crescent of the bay, ships were moored two and three deep: freighters and frigates, tankers and transports, minesweepers and landing craft. Others rode at anchor beyond the harbor's submarine nets, protected by patrol planes and destroyers tacking along the coastline. The U.S. Navy had thirty-three camouflage combinations, from "painted false bow wave" to "graded system with splotches," and most seemed to be represented in the vivid Algiers anchorage. Stevedores swarmed across the decks; booms swung from dock to hold and back to dock again; gantry cranes hoisted pallet after pallet from the wharves onto the vessels. Precautions against fire were in force on every ship: wooden chairs, drapes, excess movie film, even bulkhead pictures had been removed; rags and blankets were ashore or well stowed; sailors—who upon departure would don long-sleeved undershirts as protection against flash burns—had chipped away all interior paint and stripped the linoleum from every mess deck.

Hewitt's flagship, the attack transport U.S.S. Monrovia, lay moored on the port side of berth 39, on the Mole de Passageurs in the harbor's Basin de Vieux. Scores of military policemen had boarded for added security, making her desperately overcrowded. Ten to twenty officers packed each cabin on many ships, with enlisted bunks stacked four high, and Monrovia was more jammed than most. With Hewitt's staff, Patton's staff, and her own crew, she now carried fourteen hundred men, more than double her normal company. She would also carry, in some of those cargo nets being manhandled into the hold, 200,000 rounds of high-explosive ammunition and 134 tons of gasoline.

The admiral climbed from his car and strode up the gangplank, greeted with a bosun's piping and a flurry of salutes. Monrovia's passageways seemed dim and cheerless after the brilliant African light. In the crowded operations room below, staff officers pored over "Naval Operations Order HUSKY," a tome four inches thick. Twenty typists had needed seven full days to bang out the final draft, of which eight hundred copies were distributed to commanders across North Africa as a blueprint for the coming campaign.

Hewitt could remember his father, a burly mechanical engineer, chinning himself with a hundred-pound dumbbell balanced across his feet. Sometimes the HUSKY ops order felt like that dumbbell. Nothing was simple about the operation except the basic concept: in six days, on July 10, two armies—one American and one British—would land on the southeast coast of Sicily, reclaiming for the Allied cause the first significant acreage in Europe since the war began. An estimated 300,000 Axis troops defended the island, including a pair of capable German divisions, and many others lurked nearby on the Italian mainland.

More than three thousand Allied ships and boats, large and small, were gathering for the invasion from one end of the Mediterranean to the other—"the most gigantic fleet in the world's history," as Hewitt observed. About half would sail under his command from six ports in Algeria and Tunisia; the rest would sail with the British from Libya and Egypt, but for a Canadian division coming directly from Britain. Patton's Seventh Army would land eighty thousand troops in the assault; the British Eighth Army would land about the same, with more legions subsequently reinforcing both armies.

Under the elaborate nautical choreography required, several convoys had already begun steaming: the vast expedition would rendezvous at sea, near Malta, on July 9. A preliminary effort to capture the tiny fortified island of Pantelleria, sixty miles southwest of Sicily, had succeeded admirably: after a relentless three-week air bombardment, the stupefied garrison of eleven thousand Italian troops had surrendered on June 11, giving the Allies both a good airfield and the illusion that even the stoutest defenses could be reduced from the air.

A map of the Mediterranean stretched across a bulkhead in the operations room. Hewitt had become the U.S. Navy's foremost amphibious expert, with one invasion behind him and another under way; three more were to come before war's end. One inviolable rule in assaults from the open sea, he already recognized, was that the forces to be landed always exceeded the means to transport them, even with an armada as enormous as this one. From hard experience he also knew that two variables remained outside his control: the strength of the enemy defending the hostile shore and the caprice of the sea itself.

In HUSKY, not only did he have three times more soldiers to put ashore than in Operation TORCH, he also commanded a flotilla of vessels seeing combat for the first time: nine new variations of landing craft and five new types of landing ship, including the promising LST, an abbreviation for "landing ship, tank," but which sailors insisted meant "large slow target." Some captains and crews had never been to sea before, and little was known about the seaworthiness of the new vessels, or how best to beach them, or what draught they would draw under various loads, or even how many troops and vehicles could be packed inside.

Much had been learned from the ragged, chaotic preparations for TORCH. Much had also been forgotten, or misapplied, or misplaced. The turmoil in North Africa in recent weeks seemed hardly less convulsive than that at Hampton Roads eight months earlier. Seven different directives on how to label overseas cargo had been issued the previous year; the resulting confusion led to formation of the inevitable committee, which led to another directive called the Schenectady Plan, which led to color-coded labels lacquered onto shipping containers, which led to more confusion. Five weeks after issuing a secret alert called Preparations for Movement by Water, the Army discovered that units crucial to HUSKY had never received the order and thus had no plans for loading their troops, vehicles, and weapons onto the convoys. Seventh Army's initial load plans also neglected to make room for the Army Air Forces, whose kit equaled a third of the Army's total tonnage requirements. Every unit pleaded for more space; every unit claimed priority; every unit lamented the Navy's insensitivity.

Despite the risk of German air raids, port lights burned all night as vexed loadmasters received still more manifest changes that required unloading another freighter or repacking another LST. Transportation officers wrestled with small oversights—the Navy had shipped bread ovens but no bread pans—and big blunders, as when ordnance officers mistakenly sent poisonous mustard gas to the Mediterranean. By the time Patton's staff recognized that particular gaffe, on June 8, gas shells had been shipped with other artillery munitions; they now lay somewhere—no one knew precisely where—in the holds of one or more ships bound for Sicily.

Secrecy was paramount. Hewitt doubted that three thousand vessels could sneak up on Sicily, but HUSKY's success relied on surprise. All documents that disclosed the invasion destination were stamped with the classified code wordBIGOT, and sentries at the HUSKY planning headquarters in Algiers determined whether visitors held appropriate security clearances by asking if they were "bigoted." ("I was frequently partisan," one puzzled naval officer replied, "but had never considered my mind closed.")

Soldiers and sailors, as usual, remained in the dark and subject to severe restrictions on their letters home. A satire of censorship regulations read to one ship's crew included rule number 4—"You cannot say where you were, where you are going, what you have been doing, or what you expect to do"—and rule number 8—"You cannot, you must not, be interesting." The men could, under rule number 2, "say you have been born, if you don't say where or why." And rule number 9 advised: "You can mention the fact that you would not mind seeing a girl."

One airman tried to comply with the restrictions by writing, "Three days ago we were at X. Now we are at Y." But the prevailing sentiment was best captured by a soldier who told his diary, "We know we are headed for trouble."

More than half a million American troops now occupied North Africa. They composed only a fraction of all those wearing U.S. uniforms worldwide, yet in identity and creed they were emblematic of that larger force. One Navy lieutenant listed the civilian occupations of the fifteen hundred soldiers and sailors on his Sicily-bound ship: "farm boys and college graduates ... lawyers, brewery distributors, millworkers, tool designers, upholsterers, steel workers, aircraft mechanics, foresters, journalists, sheriffs, cooks and glass workers." One man even cited "horse mill fixer" as his trade.


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Table of Contents

List of Maps xvi Map Legend xvii Allied Chain of Command xviii Prologue 1 Part 1
1 Across the Middle Sea 29 Forcing the World Back to Reason 29 Calypso's Island 46
"The Horses of the Sun" 58 Death or Glory 68
2 The Burning Shore 75 Land of the Cyclops 75 The Loss of Irrecoverable Hours 91
"Tonight Wear White Pajamas" 105
"The Dark World Is Not Far from Us" 112
3 An Island Redoubt 123
"Into Battle with Stout Hearts" 123
"How I Love Wars" 129 Snaring the Head Devil 135 Fevers of an Unknown Origin 142 A Great Grief 149
"In a Place Like This" 161 Part 2
4 Salerno 179
"Risks Must Be Calculated" 179 Plots, Counterplots, and Cross-plots 187 The Stillest Shoes the World Could Boast 197 The Moan of Lost Souls 216 A Portal Won 227
5 Corpse of the Siren 239
"I Give You Naples" 239
"Watch Where You Step and Have No Curiosity at All" 249 The Mountainous Hinterland 256
"The Entire World Was Burning" 266
6 Winter 279 The Archangel Michael, Here and Everywhere 279
"A Tank Too Big for the Village Square" 293 A Gangster's Battle 297 Too Many Gone West 307 Part 3
7 A River and a Rock 321 Colonel Warden Makes a Plan 321
"Nothing Was Right Except the Courage" 328 The Show Must Go On 351
8 Perdition 359
"Something's Happening" 359 Through the Looking Glass 372 Jerryland 385
9 The Murder Space 398 This World and the Next World at Strife 398 The Bitchhead 412
"Man Is Distinguished from the Beasts" 432 Part 4
10 Four Horsemen 445 A Fairyland of Silver and Gold 445 The Weight of Metal 453 Dragonflies in the Sun 473
11 A Kettle of Grief 483 Dead Country 483
"Put the Fear of God into Them" 494
"You Are All Brave. You Are All Gentlemen"501
"On the Eve of Great Things" 509
12 The Great Prize 521 Shaking Stars from the Heavens 521 A Fifth Army Show 536 The Cuckoo's Song 555 Expulsion of the Barbarians 564 Epilogue 577 Notes 589 Selected Sources 731 Acknowledgments 763 Index 771

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Day of Battle 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 83 reviews.
Tennesseedog More than 1 year ago
I certainly do not agree with Mr Anonymous below and his negative review of this book and its author. His bragging of being an expert in the subject just belies the ignorance in his words. The only experts in war are those that have served and those that have died in that service. I don't believe Mr Anonymous is either. Here we have the full panoply of bloody modern warfare, usually not glorious and often with much pathos. We are with the Allied troops as they land in Sicily, most by amphibious, some by air drop. The fighting is detailed in all its minutiae with the main command characters profiled and followed in their decisions and interpersonal communications. The author makes all this very interesting and places the characters within the socio-politico spheres of the time. From Sicily the next location the Allies strike toward is mainland Italy. The Brits move in one direction and the Americans another. Again command figures take center stage, lead among them General Mark Clark. What a fellow. This part of the book becomes enthralling. The slugfest and amount of human and physical destruction wrought by these two forces is unbelievable. All culminating in the seizure of Rome on June 5, 1944. This is one day before the Normandy landings and the final chapter in the destruction of the Third Reich. Hence the Italian campaign becomes postscript to the events leading up to Germany's surrender on May 8, 1945. We have lived with these men through the author's words and we know the sacrifices that they have made. This important part of the European theater of war during World War II should never be forgotten and must always be honored.
Guest More than 1 year ago
My dad rarely spoke about his experiences with the 36th Division in Salerno and Anzio, so I bought this book hoping to gain some insight. Now I know why he tried to forget the horrors he witnessed. This is a most authentic account of the personalities involved in both running a war as well as the actual fighting.
demtrain More than 1 year ago
This second volume in the Atkinson "Trilogy" on WWI covers the war in Italy, especially the long slog to capture Monte Cassino. Atkinson is a good storyteller, and he moves the tale along with many human vignettes (mostly about leaders at the Corps level or above, and Ernie Pyle). But he also is good at describing the terrible human cost resulting from Churchill's last effort at asserting British "equality" in making strategic decisions -- and the terrible human cost that Americans (and British, too) paid in allowing Churchill to prevail. This volume (and series) is written for the reader who wants a "good read" and is little concerned about the evidence of the scholarship behind the written word. For that audience, it is another success, and whets the appetite for a third volume about the war in France & the drive to Berlin that ended the war
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
More in depth about this part of the war than most histories, so it fills some gaps in conventional accounts. Well written and balanced analysis.
Hiview More than 1 year ago
Texas Ranger Division 36 142 Company D Infantry Regiment I bought this book to learn more about his experience in the war from 1943-1945. Few stories had been told only brief comments like I lost a lot of friends! He had enlisted and was sent to Texas from NY state...I learned a lot and can better put the pieces together of his reference to the "hill" and so many people lost ,not having clothing for the weather ! This book might help others like me that are trying to fill in brief stories they had heard. I know it was a help to me.
Saransk More than 1 year ago
Long forgotten as a major front in WWII, except for Anzio, few know of the horrific battles fought in 1943-1944 in Italy. Mr. Anderson continues his outstanding scholarship and writing to brign home the details and actions from the landings in Sicily through the liberation of Rome. He is very balanced in his writing, detailing the strenghths and weaknesses of a full cast of commanders who, on both sides, had to deal with subordinates and political concerns as well as outright hostility among allies. What sets this work apart is how he has been able to relate the various actions to the overall campaign and how each influenced the other. This is a must reading for any WWII reader and should be essential for any collection.
geoschwartz More than 1 year ago
Rick Atkinson has done it again. This superb book provides an absorbing and very readable history of the American campaign in Italy during World War II. The pages and pages of citations in the back of the book are a testament to the research effort that he puts into his works. But instead of flooding us with detail, he selects items that provide a cross-section -- observations from Private to General -- that help the reader get a feel for and understand what was going on at that moment.

While there were many extraordinary Soldiers revealed in this work, the story of the US Army in Italy was also the story of LTG Mark Clark, the Fifth US Army Commander. Atkinson provies a very balanced view of his generalship because as it turns out, Clark is a leader that could easily be despised. While there is no doubt that the Fifth Army was successful, would there have been so many casualties without Clark's hubris? It is almost overwhelming at times to consider the losses that were suffered at the Rapido River and Cassinio.

I look forward to the final volume in Atkinson's Liberation Trilogy.
Billaabong More than 1 year ago
With the way this book portrays the events between the invasion of Sicily to marching into Rome, it's easy to understand why the Greatest Generation didn't want to talk about their service. With thirty years of USAF time myself, retiring as a Colonel, I have to cringe at the poor decisions, pissing contests, communications issues, irresponsible personal behavior, and bumbling that Atkinson portrays as the Allied effort to defeat Nazi Germany. If we look at it with today's eyes, with over a 90% survival rate of our wounded in Afghanistan and Iraq, the collaboration and unity of command necessary to prosecute a conflict, WWII is grim. If we look at it with trench warfare eyes, then progress was made. I did not give it five stars despite the fact that it is a captivating read because the author spent a lot of time focusing on all the bumbleheaded decisions that portray the entire conflict in a less than favorable light with today's eyes. In my view, Atkinson's portrayal is 180 degrees from Brokaw's Greatest Generation, even though the outcome is the same. It is an overall well researched and documented read, with copious first hand diary perspectives, and I will get the last in the trilogy, but to me it's a history rewrite.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I had to drag stories out of my father about the Italian campaign, including this one: as the 34th prepared their third crossing of the Rapido, one of my fathers officers said: 'Captain, I can't live through another crossing. Somebody shoot me a little so I can go the hospital.' My father was cleaning a captured Walther PP pistol. Playfully, my father pointed the gun at the guy and gently touched the trigger. There was bullet left in the chamber and it took off the guys left pinky finger. He missed the crossing, but indeed did die in the next battle. My father led his company across the river, and afterward checked himself into the field hospital for psychiatric care.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Atkinson is a great chronicler of the Italian Campign. Too often a war history is reported in a victory or defeat attitude and not the bloody crime it is. No one dies for their country, their lives were taken from them. Great job Rick.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I learn something new every time I read Atkinson’s books!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Only 2 stars because: 1- Way too many unfamiliar words that forced me to waste so much time in looking up their meaning in the dictionary. 2- Too many german words and/or sentences with no translation. 3- Too much criticisms of american officers' decisions. E. J. Cosio
RCCnLA More than 1 year ago
My father served in the Army Air Force in WWII flying over France and Germany, and I heard some first hand history about that theater of the War as a child. War Movies like The Longest Day and , later Saving Private Ryan,re-enforce D-Day and the following months as what saved us from the Nazi hoard.This book by Rick Atkinson puts some background to what was possible in France and Germany by bringing out details of lessons learned the hard way to the Sicily and Italian campaigns which preceded the Normandy invasion.Clearly this campaign has not received the attention of the other,Chances are that without the front in Italy, and earlier North Africa there would have been no success possible in France. Day of Battle filled in some of my knowledge gaps in an easily readable and enjoyable manner. About to start the 3rd book in the trilogy so I can better understand what happened in France and Germany.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
When I finished the book I found myself disappointed. The book felt like thousands of notes and quotes strung together. The chronology was there, but the meaning of the Italian campaigns was lost in a torrent of somewhat gossipy details. I suggest "Anzio the Gamble that Failed by Martin Blumenson". It's a much shorter book which focuses on Anzio but which provides a better sense of the meaning of the Italian campaign in the overall Allied strategy. Besides Blumenson's book is available for free from B&N.
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This well rrsearched historical narrative documents in convincing detail one of the lesser known, albeit extremely important, campaigns of WW2 By all means read the book rather than listen to its tedious rendering on CD
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