Zirkus!

Bobo, Going Postal

Every so often the annals of military history reveal an individual whose grasp of the situational  realities seems counterintuitive at best. Step forward Herr Major Bardlenschlager, CO of Panzer  Ersatz und Ausbildungs Abteilung 100, stationed in Normandy in 1944.

On the night of 5/6 June, Major Bardlenschlager stood on the terrace of his HQ at the Chateau de  Francquetot and surveyed the night sky. Twenty miles to the east lay Utah Beach, and at that very  moment over a thousand allied bombers were attacking the coastal batteries which defended the  invasion site. In the course of this one night over 5000 tons of bombs were dropped, the largest  tonnage in a single raid in the war so far. The horizon was aflame with the detonations of high  explosive bombs and hundreds of thousands of tracer rounds as the German AA guns replied. As the  explosions and gunfire rumbled in the distance the earth trembled, and the very air seemed to quiver.  Bardlenschlager surveyed the scene and pondered for a moment, then he turned to his assembled staff  and delivered his professional assessment: ‘Zirkus! Nicht fur uns bestimmt!’ It was merely a firework  display attendant on a circus or some other public jollification. Nothing at all for them to worry  about.

Panzer Ersatz und Ausbildungs Abteilung 100 was a training and replacement (Ersatz und Ausbildungs)  battalion for the Panzer Corps, and was a pretty sweet gig as far as the Wehrmacht went in those  days. Formed in 1941 at Schwetzingen in the Rhineland, its officers were mostly convalescents  recovering from wounds, and the NCOs were men who had been recalled to the colours after prior  service but who were considered too old for frontline duty. In 1942 the unit was moved to Versailles,  and the troops spent much of their time guarding the Paris Metro against saboteurs. In 1943 a company  of the Abteilung was detached and sent south to Grenoble to lend support to the operations against  the Maquis in the southeast of France.  But, on the whole, the men of the Abteilung enjoyed a quiet  war. When the unit was transferred to Normandy in early 1944, this trend seemed likely to continue.  The German Army Command expected an Allied invasion to head for the Boulogne area much further east,  and much closer to the English ports. The coastal zone around Caen and Cotentin was still considered  a high security area and this had the happy effect of suppressing any partisan activity, thus leaving  the men of the Abteilung free to enjoy the Normandy spring.

When dawn broke on the 6 June a party of soldiers set out from Battalion HQ to collect eggs and milk  from a local farm, as had become part of their daily routine. They did not return. Later another  squad was sent out to find them, but came back without having locating the missing soldiers. They  did, however, have ominous news: the countryside was littered with the wreckage of crash-landed  Allied gliders and hundreds of khaki parachute canopies dangled from the trees, although not a single  allied soldier was to be seen.

Bardlenschlager tried the radio but could not contact the HQ of 91. Infanterie Division, the unit to  which Abteilung 100 was attached. He sent out despatch riders, of whom only one returned with the  worrying news that Oberleutnant Weber of the Abteilung’s 1. Kompanie was dead, and the rest of the  company killed or scattered. Bardlenschlager set off by car for the HQ at Houtteville, a ten minutes  drive away, to get clarification and orders. He was never seen again.

The Adjudant, Kleber, finally ordered the Abteilung to go over to battle readiness at 9.00 AM. As a  training unit PzAbt100 was equipped with a motley collection of obsolete French tanks captured in  1940. Some of these, moreover, had had their turrets removed to facilitate training or had been  converted to run on coal gas. The Abteilung was hardly a first rate unit, nevertheless it was to face  the onslaught of the Allied invasion of Europe.

At 8.00 PM on the 6 June, the two remaining companies of PzAbt100 were bought together at the village  of Baupte to form a road block across the N803 road to Carentan. There they spent an uneasy night,  firing at infantry but breaking off and seeking cover at the first sound of engines.

At this point the Battalion diary becomes fragmentary, and soon peters out altogether. We know that  on the morning of 7 June, two platoons were detached and one was sent towards Carentan and the other  towards St Lo. It also seems likely that the three tanks destroyed  on 9 June by  Lt John ‘Red Dog’  Dolan of the US 82nd Airborne Division and his men at the La Fiere bridge were from PzAbt100, as  photographs show them to have been two Renault R35’s and a Hotchkiss H-38: the models of tanks with  which the Abteilung was largely equipped. On 16th of June survivors of the Abteilung were gathered  together west of Bayeaux, given bicycles and panzerfausts (a one-shot bazooka type weapon), and were  redesignated as a mobile anti-tank company. From here they gamely pedal off into oblivion; on 7 July  the unit was officially disbanded by Army Command West, having been annihilated in the fighting  around Caen.

I would not like to leave you with the impression that I consider Major Bardlenschlager either a  dilettante or a fool. He was a professional soldier of many years standing and, when he dismissed as  merely civilian pyrotechnics the opening salvo of D-Day, I rather believe he knew precisely what it  was and what it foretold for his ramshackle little unit. And what else, really, could he have said?
 

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