16/09/43 - France
September 16th, 1943
Provence
Marseille - A first liberty ship unloads today in the port ! The teams of engineers worked with speed to clear moorings. They were helped by all the port personnel, who made certain parts reappear overnight, some of the parts whose absence prevented the use of the most powerful cranes. In the Gulf of Fos, the wharves of Berre, La Mède and Lavéra (oil), the wharves of Caronte (bulk materials, oilseeds, etc.) and Port-Saint-Louis du Rhône (bulk materials, etc.) were captured almost intact.
Military and civilian teams are continuing to work hard to clear these ports. There is no doubt that before the bad season, logistics will no longer be a problem for both the military and the civilian population.
.........
Canal Baussengue (Martigues) - Near the collapsed twisted beams in the middle of the canal, men and makeshift equipment are working between the Kléber quay and the Girondins quay. With the help of a hoist, a team undertakes to move an airplane bomb that fell the night before, intact and unexploded - just defused by the deminers.
- Say, Raoul, don't you think you're pushing it a bit?
- Listen, Jean, we don't have time to tinker. I'm under a lot of pressure. And then the other idiots who visited us last night, we have to explain it to them. It's one of theirs, it didn't serve but don't worry, it won't last. In the four corners of the pond we'll find it this mess, scattered like a puzzle. They made me miss my night. Me, when I get too much, I correct more, I dynamite, I disperse, I ventilate...
- If you say so, Raoul...
.........
Liberation - Along the Rhône, calm seems to reign, apart from a few exchanges of artillery exchanges. The 2nd armored division-US Hell on Wheels went back down discreetly towards the south to rest the men and be replenished in preparation for Steamer Duck. The 18th Artillery Group, which had started to land the day before, deploys near Arles, but does not open fire and camouflages itself as best as possible.
.........
Südwall - The stabilization of the front will allow the Germans to disengage completely the 1. SS Panzer. Although weakened, it will remain in reserve position until the arrival of the 16. Panzer, coming from the north of France.
The OKW begins to plan the transformation of certain second-line units into real IDs to go to the front. The most immediately available is the 165. Reserve Division, based in Alsace, which will be converted as soon as possible.
Alps and French Riviera
Liberation - In the Vaucluse plain, the armoured advance stops and the fighting calms down at the Montélimar gap.
But the French general staff decided to make one last attempt to enter the Drôme by the hills. However, the paratroopers of the 2. FJD and the fighters of the 157. Gerbirgs stand guard and thwart all attempts by the 3rd DIM or the 10th DI. The day sees only clashes between the French mountain troops and those of the Axis, in a game of cat and mouse where each one feels the opponent's positions.
This is not the case in the sector of the 9th DIC. In the north, the 14th DBLE put pressure on the 281. Gr Rgt along the Route Napoleon. Throughout the day, the legionnaires benefit from support of the entire GAN 2, to the great displeasure of the Germans. To the south, the skirmishers of the 5th Rgt, helped by the corps artillery and the I/8 RCA, push back the 285. Gr Rgt until Callian, where the German grenadiers try to hold on, while those of the 286. Gr Rgt have to do a lot to avoid being overrun or encircled in the Adrets de l'Estérel sector.
In any case, we are only a few kilometers away from the Cannes-Grasse basin, and there would be no serious obstacle until Nice.
.........
Place de Verdun, Gap - Even if there was no fierce fighting for the liberation of the town, the Dominique Villars high school will long bear the scars of the scuffles that have dominated the previous days.
On the opposite side of the square, Captain De Fresnay, bent over a map, ponders the next steps. A small wind shakes the angles of the document that is held by some stones and a quarter of coffee... cold maintain on the hood of the Willys.
Under the nearby plane tree, the soldier El Mardi, perched on the hood of the Mouflon Meknez II (sic), smiles at two kids who are as impressed by the vehicle as by the skirmisher. To the great annoyance of the officer, the curious are numerous, who crowd around the vehicles and the soldiers. But how to repel them?
Discreet clearing of the throat.
- Hmmm... captain?
- Ah... Sergeant...
- The colonel makes you say that the barracks is clear, captain.
- Mmmh... Thank you, sergeant. Stay. I need your lights. Come on, what the hell is this?
"That" is a troop of about twenty young men, in civilian clothes and without weapons, who are heading towards them, my goodness, at a cadenced pace and in a rather drinkable column. And at its head...
- Comp...anyyyy... halt! Turn around... right. Gaaar...davous!
De Fresnay, who has straightened up, returns his salute to the head of the detachment.
- At ease, gentlemen. At ease. Commander...
And, suddenly less formal, he extends his hand.
- Ha, not for long, Captain...
- Are you reinstated?
- I'm going back to being Sergeant Paul Héraud. At least, I hope so. If the 4th Engineers of Grenoble wants me back.
- Them or someone else, don't worry.
- Well, after screwing up some stuff, maybe they'll make me fix some...
He sighs.
- Um... And where are these j... these men going, Commander?
- To enlist, sir. These are the ones I told you about.
The captain pretends to ignore a comment in dialect behind his back, in which there is talk of lambs and "mechoui for the Zalboches".
Dumont-Héraud hands him a school bag that has been used for a number of years, apparently quite full, with rolls sticking out of it.
- Here you are. I thought of you.
De Fresnay takes it. Opens it. Inventories it. His face lights up. A little.
- A Michelin map! The Savoie-Dauphiné Green Guide! In three copies!... And... Paris? But...
- Prises de guerre. You'll need them more than I will.
At that moment, a rumor swelling on the avenue catches his attention. A civilian truck, with its hood hastily smeared with blue white and red and with an uncovered platform, is slowed down by a crowd which grows little by little. Quibbles, lazzis, insults are flying, certainly at the address of the handful of civilians installed at the back of the vehicle, and not of the four young men who, armed with odds and ends, softly push back the most audacious of the vindictive "patriots".
Among the captives that are transferred from the prison to the barracks, for interrogation, two women, quite young, shaven. One hides her face in her hands; the other, sitting on the wooden bench, her back straight, stares ahead. She is crying.
The truck pulls out onto the avenue with difficulty.
A shot slams.
General panic.
In one movement, De Fresnay and Dumont-Héraud take cover behind the jeep. The quarter staggers, floods the map. Rafing the kids as he passes, El Mardi rolls down the Mouflon.
Shouts. Frenzied galloping of the civilians who scatter like chickens in all directions.
Disorderly shooting. Windows shatter. The corner of a wall scatters its debris on a woman in a black skirt who seems to be embedded in the façade.
- Cease fire! Cease fire!" shouts De Fresnay, who turns to his neighbor: "A lone gunman. I thought you had cleaned up the city..."
- So did I.
The gunshots become more distant and then cease. The men start to get up. De Fresnay shouts violently at one of the maquisards who, scared to death, sprayed the neighboring roofs with Sten from the top of his truck.
- Shit! Shit and shit! Martinez! Scrapyard?
- I'm fine, sir. Mourad?
- The kids, they got nothing, Sarge. But Farid, he shat his pants. (Laughter.)
- Mourad, fuck you! (Follows a barrage of insults in dialect.)
- Can you see anything?
- Negative, 'pitaine.
- Negative too, 'pitaine.
- Right. Martinez, find Jacob. Give me a status report and get these civilians out of here so we can see things a little more clearly. And don't forget... Dumont, follow me.
- Just a moment, sir. Company... Assemble! Uh... Gather in front of the bar of the Lycée!
Here and there, crowds are already forming. Comments. Lies.
Pushing the onlookers aside, De Fresnay discovers a man lying on the ground.
He has fallen off the truck, probably already dead.
- Shit!" says Héraud at his side.
- Do you know him?
- Guerlitch. A beautiful scumbag. Agent of the Gestapo. And to think that we had gone to a lot of trouble to catch him!
De Fresnay sweeps his eyes over the surrounding facades. On the balconies, in the windows, the curious point their noses. Surely the shooter will not show himself again soon! Especially since he may have perhaps already got what he wanted.
A corporal appears, all out of breath: "Captain! First report. A broken leg. Some oncussions. One dead. One kid. She took a stray bullet. No casualties at our house."
An ambulance arrives.
The coffee-stained map is stuck under a Mouflon track.
The quarter is gone...
.........
Südwall - General Hoffmann, boss of the 715. ID, already has his fallback positions ready on theGrande Corniche or in the upper Var valley. There is also the question of attaching the 148. ID to the LI. GK. Such an entry attachment would have been practical from the start, because it might have allowed the LI. GK to intervene to contain the Allies in the Var.
Unfortunately, the LI. Gebirgs-Korps is dependent on the Italian front and has to follow the orders of Kesselring. Indeed, very worried at the idea of seeing the Allies break through in his back in Northern Italy, the General Feldmarschall is especially concerned with defending the French-Italian border.
Provence
Marseille - A first liberty ship unloads today in the port ! The teams of engineers worked with speed to clear moorings. They were helped by all the port personnel, who made certain parts reappear overnight, some of the parts whose absence prevented the use of the most powerful cranes. In the Gulf of Fos, the wharves of Berre, La Mède and Lavéra (oil), the wharves of Caronte (bulk materials, oilseeds, etc.) and Port-Saint-Louis du Rhône (bulk materials, etc.) were captured almost intact.
Military and civilian teams are continuing to work hard to clear these ports. There is no doubt that before the bad season, logistics will no longer be a problem for both the military and the civilian population.
.........
Canal Baussengue (Martigues) - Near the collapsed twisted beams in the middle of the canal, men and makeshift equipment are working between the Kléber quay and the Girondins quay. With the help of a hoist, a team undertakes to move an airplane bomb that fell the night before, intact and unexploded - just defused by the deminers.
- Say, Raoul, don't you think you're pushing it a bit?
- Listen, Jean, we don't have time to tinker. I'm under a lot of pressure. And then the other idiots who visited us last night, we have to explain it to them. It's one of theirs, it didn't serve but don't worry, it won't last. In the four corners of the pond we'll find it this mess, scattered like a puzzle. They made me miss my night. Me, when I get too much, I correct more, I dynamite, I disperse, I ventilate...
- If you say so, Raoul...
.........
Liberation - Along the Rhône, calm seems to reign, apart from a few exchanges of artillery exchanges. The 2nd armored division-US Hell on Wheels went back down discreetly towards the south to rest the men and be replenished in preparation for Steamer Duck. The 18th Artillery Group, which had started to land the day before, deploys near Arles, but does not open fire and camouflages itself as best as possible.
.........
Südwall - The stabilization of the front will allow the Germans to disengage completely the 1. SS Panzer. Although weakened, it will remain in reserve position until the arrival of the 16. Panzer, coming from the north of France.
The OKW begins to plan the transformation of certain second-line units into real IDs to go to the front. The most immediately available is the 165. Reserve Division, based in Alsace, which will be converted as soon as possible.
Alps and French Riviera
Liberation - In the Vaucluse plain, the armoured advance stops and the fighting calms down at the Montélimar gap.
But the French general staff decided to make one last attempt to enter the Drôme by the hills. However, the paratroopers of the 2. FJD and the fighters of the 157. Gerbirgs stand guard and thwart all attempts by the 3rd DIM or the 10th DI. The day sees only clashes between the French mountain troops and those of the Axis, in a game of cat and mouse where each one feels the opponent's positions.
This is not the case in the sector of the 9th DIC. In the north, the 14th DBLE put pressure on the 281. Gr Rgt along the Route Napoleon. Throughout the day, the legionnaires benefit from support of the entire GAN 2, to the great displeasure of the Germans. To the south, the skirmishers of the 5th Rgt, helped by the corps artillery and the I/8 RCA, push back the 285. Gr Rgt until Callian, where the German grenadiers try to hold on, while those of the 286. Gr Rgt have to do a lot to avoid being overrun or encircled in the Adrets de l'Estérel sector.
In any case, we are only a few kilometers away from the Cannes-Grasse basin, and there would be no serious obstacle until Nice.
.........
Place de Verdun, Gap - Even if there was no fierce fighting for the liberation of the town, the Dominique Villars high school will long bear the scars of the scuffles that have dominated the previous days.
On the opposite side of the square, Captain De Fresnay, bent over a map, ponders the next steps. A small wind shakes the angles of the document that is held by some stones and a quarter of coffee... cold maintain on the hood of the Willys.
Under the nearby plane tree, the soldier El Mardi, perched on the hood of the Mouflon Meknez II (sic), smiles at two kids who are as impressed by the vehicle as by the skirmisher. To the great annoyance of the officer, the curious are numerous, who crowd around the vehicles and the soldiers. But how to repel them?
Discreet clearing of the throat.
- Hmmm... captain?
- Ah... Sergeant...
- The colonel makes you say that the barracks is clear, captain.
- Mmmh... Thank you, sergeant. Stay. I need your lights. Come on, what the hell is this?
"That" is a troop of about twenty young men, in civilian clothes and without weapons, who are heading towards them, my goodness, at a cadenced pace and in a rather drinkable column. And at its head...
- Comp...anyyyy... halt! Turn around... right. Gaaar...davous!
De Fresnay, who has straightened up, returns his salute to the head of the detachment.
- At ease, gentlemen. At ease. Commander...
And, suddenly less formal, he extends his hand.
- Ha, not for long, Captain...
- Are you reinstated?
- I'm going back to being Sergeant Paul Héraud. At least, I hope so. If the 4th Engineers of Grenoble wants me back.
- Them or someone else, don't worry.
- Well, after screwing up some stuff, maybe they'll make me fix some...
He sighs.
- Um... And where are these j... these men going, Commander?
- To enlist, sir. These are the ones I told you about.
The captain pretends to ignore a comment in dialect behind his back, in which there is talk of lambs and "mechoui for the Zalboches".
Dumont-Héraud hands him a school bag that has been used for a number of years, apparently quite full, with rolls sticking out of it.
- Here you are. I thought of you.
De Fresnay takes it. Opens it. Inventories it. His face lights up. A little.
- A Michelin map! The Savoie-Dauphiné Green Guide! In three copies!... And... Paris? But...
- Prises de guerre. You'll need them more than I will.
At that moment, a rumor swelling on the avenue catches his attention. A civilian truck, with its hood hastily smeared with blue white and red and with an uncovered platform, is slowed down by a crowd which grows little by little. Quibbles, lazzis, insults are flying, certainly at the address of the handful of civilians installed at the back of the vehicle, and not of the four young men who, armed with odds and ends, softly push back the most audacious of the vindictive "patriots".
Among the captives that are transferred from the prison to the barracks, for interrogation, two women, quite young, shaven. One hides her face in her hands; the other, sitting on the wooden bench, her back straight, stares ahead. She is crying.
The truck pulls out onto the avenue with difficulty.
A shot slams.
General panic.
In one movement, De Fresnay and Dumont-Héraud take cover behind the jeep. The quarter staggers, floods the map. Rafing the kids as he passes, El Mardi rolls down the Mouflon.
Shouts. Frenzied galloping of the civilians who scatter like chickens in all directions.
Disorderly shooting. Windows shatter. The corner of a wall scatters its debris on a woman in a black skirt who seems to be embedded in the façade.
- Cease fire! Cease fire!" shouts De Fresnay, who turns to his neighbor: "A lone gunman. I thought you had cleaned up the city..."
- So did I.
The gunshots become more distant and then cease. The men start to get up. De Fresnay shouts violently at one of the maquisards who, scared to death, sprayed the neighboring roofs with Sten from the top of his truck.
- Shit! Shit and shit! Martinez! Scrapyard?
- I'm fine, sir. Mourad?
- The kids, they got nothing, Sarge. But Farid, he shat his pants. (Laughter.)
- Mourad, fuck you! (Follows a barrage of insults in dialect.)
- Can you see anything?
- Negative, 'pitaine.
- Negative too, 'pitaine.
- Right. Martinez, find Jacob. Give me a status report and get these civilians out of here so we can see things a little more clearly. And don't forget... Dumont, follow me.
- Just a moment, sir. Company... Assemble! Uh... Gather in front of the bar of the Lycée!
Here and there, crowds are already forming. Comments. Lies.
Pushing the onlookers aside, De Fresnay discovers a man lying on the ground.
He has fallen off the truck, probably already dead.
- Shit!" says Héraud at his side.
- Do you know him?
- Guerlitch. A beautiful scumbag. Agent of the Gestapo. And to think that we had gone to a lot of trouble to catch him!
De Fresnay sweeps his eyes over the surrounding facades. On the balconies, in the windows, the curious point their noses. Surely the shooter will not show himself again soon! Especially since he may have perhaps already got what he wanted.
A corporal appears, all out of breath: "Captain! First report. A broken leg. Some oncussions. One dead. One kid. She took a stray bullet. No casualties at our house."
An ambulance arrives.
The coffee-stained map is stuck under a Mouflon track.
The quarter is gone...
.........
Südwall - General Hoffmann, boss of the 715. ID, already has his fallback positions ready on theGrande Corniche or in the upper Var valley. There is also the question of attaching the 148. ID to the LI. GK. Such an entry attachment would have been practical from the start, because it might have allowed the LI. GK to intervene to contain the Allies in the Var.
Unfortunately, the LI. Gebirgs-Korps is dependent on the Italian front and has to follow the orders of Kesselring. Indeed, very worried at the idea of seeing the Allies break through in his back in Northern Italy, the General Feldmarschall is especially concerned with defending the French-Italian border.