The
following morning, more than 160,000 Allied troops landed along a 50-mile
stretch of Normandy, a coastline heavily fortified by the Nazis. More than
5,000 ships and 13,000 aircraft supported the D-Day invasion. More than 9,000
Allied soldiers were killed or wounded. Among the observers of the largest
seaborne invasion in history was A.J. Liebling, the correspondent for The New Yorker who rode on a Navy LCIL
(Landing Craft, Infantry, Large). See his story “Cross-Channel Trip,” published
July 1, 8, and 15, 1944 in The New Yorker
and collected in Mollie and Other War
Pieces (1964), which is included in Liebling’s World War II Writings (Library of America, 2008). [See Roger Angell’s
“D-Day Addendum.”] Liebling’s eye for the pertinent detail is always superb
and, in this setting, tactful. This follows his famous description of the LCIL’s
deck “sticky with a mixture of blood and condensed milk”:
“Halfway
out to the transport area, another LCIL hailed us and asked us to take a
wounded man aboard. They had got him from some smaller craft, but they had to
complete a mission before they could go back to the big ships. We went
alongside and took him over the rail. He was wrapped in khaki blankets and
strapped into a wire basket litter. After we had sheered away, a man aboard the
other LCIL yelled at us to come back so that he could hand over a half-empty
bottle of plasma with a long rubber tube attached. `This goes with him,’ he
said. We went alongside again and he handed the bottle to one of our fellows.
It was trouble for nothing, because the man by then had stopped breathing.”
In
his translation of Verlaine’s Poèmes
saturniens, (Princeton University Press, 2011), Karl Kirchwey gives the
lines broadcast by the BBC as:
“The
long sobbing
Of
autumnal strings,
Grievous,
Wounds
my heart
With
a languor that
Is monotonous.”
In
a dispatch filed in October 1944, more than two months after the liberation of
Paris, and published in The New Yorker
on Nov. 4, Liebling reports:
“The
Germans worked systematically to destroy French culture…They withheld stocks of
paper from publishers who wanted to reprint the classics or works of
non-collaborationist authors, whereas no quantity of paper was too great, no quality
too fine, for collaborationist books or Goebbels brochure. As a consequence,
there is now a book famine in Paris. An ordinary one-volume edition of
Verlaine, published in 1938, is a collectors item.”
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