In Italy, the 1st Canadian Division (Major-General
Christopher Vokes) is preparing to cross the Moro River in force
and make a firm bridgehead. Zero hour is 3:30 p.m., late afternoon
at this time of year. At 1st Brigade Headquarters, war artists
Charles Comfort, Will Ogilvie and Ken Cottam take a jeep and
drive toward the river, cutting through an olive grove until
they find a hedgerow where they can hide their vehicle. They
demobilize it carefully, and then set out along the hedge, crawling
and creeping to the forward edge of the ridge overlooking the
river from the south. The ground is too hard for digging, so
they lie as flat as they can in the coarse grass. To their right
is the mouth of the river, held by the Hastings and Prince Edward
Regiment since the morning of December 7. Below lies the Moro
River, a muddy stream meandering through shrubs and clumps of
willow at the bottom of a valley 200 feet deep and 1 000 yards
across. The road to San Leonardo used to cross the river on
a concrete bridge, but nothing remains of that but rubble. At
the river’s edge, two Calgary Regiment tanks lie harboured
among the willows, and in the distance the artists can see farm
buildings, prosperous-looking fields and, far away, the roofs
of Ortona clustered around the dome of the cathedral of San
Tomasso.
At five minutes to Zero Hour, a single artillery round whines
across the valley. Then, at Zero Hour precisely, the divisional
artillery opens up, and the three artists claw at the earth
as the gigantic, preposterous sound of the barrage batters them
into stunned fear. Suddenly, two soldiers creep into their view,
each wearing ammunition belts like a massive brass necklace.
Machine-gunners from the Saskatchewan Light Infantry, they set
up in a little grove and wait for their cue—what it might
be, the artists cannot tell in the continuing thunder of shellfire.
Although the barrage envelops the ridge in a black pall of cordite
smoke, the artists can see the machine-gun section start spraying
German positions on the other side of the river with bursts
that pierce the artillery roar with a jack-hammer noise, bringing
return fire from Schmeisser machine-pistols that produce a rattling
falsetto sound.
At 4:45 p.m., the artists observe the beginning of a German
artillery program while shaken, desperate men on the valley
floor hunt for effective cover. They are the soldiers of the
Royal Canadian Regiment, who crossed the river at the Hastings
bridgehead only moments before a German counter-attack designed
to obliterate it. Meanwhile, the 48th Highlanders, who crossed
upstream of the artists’ position, are making a frontal
assault up the road to San Leonardo. Having spent several days
studying the reverse slope, they make brisk progress despite
a German barrage that catches one company on the river bottom.
On the valley floor, at the edge of the stream, the sappers
of the 3rd Field Company, Royal Canadian Engineers, are building
a crossing point for armoured fighting vehicles on the site
of the original bridge. Through the terrific racket of the accelerating
battle, the artists can hear a bulldozer grinding and growling
as they head back to Brigade in the gathering dusk—prudence
having finally overcome curiosity. The sappers keep working
all night, under heavy harassing fire from the reverse slope
as they cut away the river banks. The bulldozer driver, Sapper
M.C. McNaughton, is the hero of this project, and the crossing
is ready by morning. Canadian tanks start rolling across the
Moro at 7 a.m. on December 9, and Spr McNaughton eventually
receives the Military Medal for his night’s work. |
| San Leonardo di Ortona, Italy; December
10, 1943: Lt Ian Macdonald of the 48th Highlanders (standing,
with binoculars) with (from left) Sgt J.T. Cooney, Pte A.R.
Downie, Pte O.E. Bernier, Pte G.R. Young (kneeling, with Lee-Enfield
rifle), Cpl T. Fereday and Pte S.L. Hart (lying prone with Bren
gun).
Frederick G. Whitcombe
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