Part XI

HELL IS SIX FEET DEEP

By Vicki Ellis Griffis

Celeste Tribune

 

In a ditch on the Italian mainland near Salerno in 1943, Audie Murphy watches as one of the men from his squad, Steiner is felled by German gunfire. Brandon, another of his fellow soldiers, pops up out of the ditch to defend his company. Audie risks his life to go in his stead, a sacrifice that he would offer time and again. In his book, To Hell and Back, Audie tells why:

“Suddenly a picture pops into my mind. It is that of Brandon’s nine-year-old daughter. I see the eyes, eager with life; her pert freckled nose; her pigtails with bows of ribbon at the ends. And the letters scrawled on rough tablet paper: ‘Dear daddy I am in school but the teacher is not looking. . .when are you coming home I miss you.’”

Audie signals for Brandon to remain where he is, but he may as well have been directing the wind. As Audie covers him, Brandon jerks the pin from a grenade, and hurls it.  Five Germans are dead. Brandon yells, “Jesus!” and Audie can’t tell whether the word is meant as an oath or a prayer.

They carry Steiner’s body to the highway where it will be easily found. He could not have lived long after tumbling. The bullet ripped an artery in his throat.

This scene would play out many more times as Audie saw too much of dying. He described it,

“We are caught in a concentration of artillery and mortar fire. The earth shudders, and the screaming of shells intermingles with the screaming of men. We fall back, reorganize and again storm ahead.”

According to David “Spec” McClure, a soldier who was in the war with Audie and helped him write his autobiography, To Hell and Back, “Audie was ruthless in combat, but he could not kill men who had no chance to defend themselves. One day, the enemy sent a combat patrol of seven soldiers to seek them out. Before they could reach the quarry, Audie ordered his machine gunner, an Indian named Jim Fife, to stop them.

“Three of the Germans fell with fatal wounds. The remainder was taken prisoner. Audie, who had ordered the shooting, now took off his own coat and placed it over a dying enemy soldier to shield him against the driving rain. The act was typical.”

On March 2, 1944, Audie volunteered to lead a seven-man patrol in an attempt to further wreck an enemy tank. He was completely aware that the Germans would likely be on guard. Leaving his men under cover, he moved 100 yards up to the vicinity of the tank. Two Molotov cocktails that he hurled failed to ignite. He threw a hand grenade through the tank hatch. The explosion did not even extinguish a light that had been left burning inside. The Germans discovered Murphy and started firing. With bullets whipping around him, he hastily set up a launcher and blasted the treads off one side of the tank with rifle grenades. He then escaped unwounded in a hail of enemy fire. The tank was never retrieved by the Germans. For putting it permanently out of commission, Audie received his first medal, The Bronze Star.

Then came the worst day of Audie’s young life—the day he realized that the fight for freedom came with the ultimate price, and there was a place called Hell right here on earth.

Audie wrote:

“I told my men I was going to crawl ahead of the platoon and see what I could do about the invasion. ‘I’m going too,’ Pfc. Lattie Tipton, 33, of Erwin, Tenn., said.

“Lattie and I had shared foxholes ever since the invasion of Sicily. He had turned down a sergeant’s rating so he could stay with me as my runner.”

(Private Lattie Tipton, was the closest friend Audie Murphy ever had in the Army. Tipton had a small daughter whose name was Claudean. Murphy seldom wrote or received letters during the war, so Lattie had shared his mail from Claudean. The little girl whom he had never seen had penetrated the cold defenses around his sentimental Irish heart. Murphy had made a secret vow that Tipton was going home to that daughter.)

Audie continued:

“That day Tipton had been shot through the left ear and was bleeding a lot. But when I ordered him back to the beach for medical treatment, he refused. I knew he wouldn’t pay any attention if I told him to stay with the platoon now. I should have made him stay.

‘OK, Lattie,’ I said. ‘Let’s go.’”

They crawled out of the ditch and inched their way 75 yards up the side of the hill. There they secured another ditch and set up a machine gun. As they got the ammo ready, the Germans quit shooting, and they saw a white flag waving at the top of the ridge.

“This looks funny,” Lattie said, “but I’m going up and get them. Keep me covered.” Audie said Lattie crawled out of the ditch and stood up. There was a burst of machine gun fire, and Lattie fell back in the ditch on top of him.

“He was dead.”

Audie continued to move over the hill, his machine gun boring into everything that moved. Resistance soon ceased. He walked to the edge of the forest and waved Company B forward. With the strong point neutralized, Audie went back and dragged Tipton out of the foxhole. For the first time in the war, he made his best friend a pillow for his head, took a last look at the photograph of Tipton’s daughter, Claudean. Then he sat down and cried like the child he really was.

His action was to bring him The Distinguished Service Cross.

“The crosses grow on Anzio, where hell is six feet deep,” Audie Murphy wrote in 1946.

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He’s just saying . . .

To be continued . . .This is part eleven of a continuing series on Audie Murphy, born in Kingston, Texas, reared in Celeste, who grew up to become the most decorated soldier of World War II.

Photo used with permission Audie Murphy Research Foundation

Used with permission and courtesy of the author.

NEXT – Part XII

 

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