ALAN WHICKER
WHICKER’S WAR and JOURNEY OF A LIFETIME
CONTENTS
ALAN WHICKER
WHICKER’S WAR
Dedicated to the men of
the Army Film and Photo Unit who marched with me through Italy …
CONTENTS
That early summer dawn in Sicily …
Being shot was for another day …
A long life was not in the script …
His Majesty got a wrong number …
They asked for it – and they will now get it …
I still feel rather guilty about that …
A passing glance at Paradise …
Struggling to get tickets for the first Casualty List …
They died without anyone even knowing their names …
I’m afraid we’re not quite ready for you yet …
You should have heard him screaming …
Hitler would have had him shot …
A beautiful woman with her teeth knocked out …
Out-gunned on one side, out-screamed on the other …
The call-back seemed worse than the call-up …
Whatever happened to Time Marching On …?
The Saga of The D-Day Dodgers …
THAT EARLY SUMMER DAWN IN SICILY…
One man’s war … a return to the invasion beaches and battlefields of Italy. A sentimental pilgrimage, I suppose, to places where I expected to die. Also a salute to those I marched alongside 60 years ago while growing up watching the world explode before the viewfinders of Army Film Unit battle-cameramen. In two years of savage warfare they gave a lot; some of them, everything.
As a teenage subaltern I’d volunteered for a new role in a new Army, and found myself out of the infantry but in to far more assault landings and battles than I’d expected. My belief that war could be anything except boring went unchallenged because our cameramen closely followed the action, indeed sometimes led Italian – though that was usually just poor map-reading …
I was part of the first great seaborne invasion. The Eighth Army was learning how to do it – and so, unfortunately, were the Germans.
The Italian campaign – one of the most desperate and bloody of World War II – was 660 days of fear and exhilaration. Churchill called it the Third Front. Life was strangely intense and sharp-focussed, yet every dramatic experience vanished like an exploding shell as we moved cheerfully along the cutting edge of war towards the next violent day.
The defence of Italy cost the Axis 556,000 casualties. The Allies lost 312,000 killed and wounded – and remember, this was The Overshadowed War. After Rome the Second Front captured our headlines and at Westminster, Lady Astor won the Hollow Laugh Award by calling us ‘the D-Day Dodgers’.
As in the Great War, we subalterns had short sharp life expectations. Like those 19-year-old Battle of Britain pilots we learned to cope with this dismal forecast by being flip and jokey, but alert. It seemed to work for me – though more than half our camera crews were killed or damaged in some way while earning their Medals and Mentions.