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shapes but did not know if they were the opposition. By luck the place where I actually dropped was the very track that led to our Battalion RV [rendezvous] so I had no trouble finding it. Other chaps were dropped miles away, in areas inundated by Germans. Some landed in the flooded marshes and drowned!

      Lieutenant Richard Todd (Dublin),

      British 6th Airborne Division

      Everything on board Landing Craft Tank [LCT] went according to plan; aerial photographs helping to identify beach landmarks. When approximately one mile offshore, the Officer Commanding [OC] and I spotted what we thought to be landmarks for Number One [No. 1] troop lane. Observation became more difficult as we approached the beach owing to the smoke caused by the bombardment. When we were about 500 yards offshore the smoke cleared and I observed that our craft was approximately opposite the point where I wanted to touch down, so I said this to the Landing Craft Commander and mounted my Assault Vehicle Royal Engineers [AVRE]. As the craft came on to the beach it veered to the starboard and touched down approximately 200 yards to the right of where I had hoped it would. The Troop [six tanks] then disembarked in order. This disembarkation took place in between three and four feet of water. The first tank proceeded up the beach and started flailing just above water level. I called him up and he said he suspected mines. Shortly after this there was an explosion and he stopped.

      Captain Richard Cunningham (Waterford),

      79th Assault Squadron Royal Engineers

      I landed on D-Day in water waist deep and waded ashore in the midst of the most incredible sight in history. The fleet of ships was terrific and my first sight of France was a church steeple with a hole clean through the side of it – a German plane appeared, and as if by magic six of ours were on his tail and down he came.

      Reverend Cyril Patrick Crean (Dublin),

      Chaplain 29th Armoured Brigade

      The Irish were not worried about the danger; they always went for the most dangerous jobs: tanks, tail-gunners and paratroopers. The paras were full of Irish.

      Joe Walsh (Athy),

      715 Motor Transport Light Repair Unit

      We were well trained for it; we were trained all the time. It was just like an exercise in its own way; only the ones who went down didn’t get up again.

      George Thompson (Belfast),

      Royal Navy, attached to Commandos

      The whole thing was to move fast, not to be an object for the snipers. They used to say, if you want to see your grandchildren then get off the landing craft faster than Jessie Owens [Olympic sprinter]. Seemingly I was fast.

      Private Pat Gillen (Galway and Cork),

      British 6th Commando Brigade

      INTRODUCTION

      The sound that delights the treasure hunter – the sudden bleeping of the metal detector, an audible indicator of having located a ‘hard’ object underground – was heard by a hopeful relic hunter seeking ‘bounty’ in a quarry in Haut-Mesnil, Normandy, in the early summer of 2005. Stirred into expectancy, the excitement that his quest might bear fruit was transformed and dissolved into something else completely as digging into the French soil he revealed the complete remains of a Canadian soldier. Three years later, in May 2008, after much work by the Department of Veteran Affairs, the body was identified as Ralph Tupper Ferns, who was born in Cahir, County Tipperary, on 18 June 1919.

      Having grown up in Toronto, Ferns enlisted as a private in the Royal Regiment of Canada in 1941. In August 1944, he was among those having moved inland from the beaches, battling through the bocage countryside, the mixed woodland and pasture characteristic of parts of France, and then into the ‘Falaise Pocket’, where the German Army was being encircled by the Allies. He was reported missing in action on 14 August 1944 and his body never recovered, that was until sixty-one years later. It transpired that Ferns had perished during a ‘blue-on-blue’ friendly fire incident when RAF bombers mistakenly targeted the regiment’s positions during the Allied advance. Ralph Tupper Ferns was buried with full military honours at Bretteville-Sur-Laize Canadian War Cemetery on 14 November 2008.

      Thousands of Irish soldiers, both Irish-born and members of the Irish diaspora, were among the British, US and Canadian units landing in France on D-Day and beyond to Berlin, until VE Day. They played a small but significant role in driving the German Army, first from France and then back across Europe to the German capital itself. The unearthing of the remains of Ralph Tupper Ferns, like the uncovering of other such individual Irish involvements, has taken decades to emerge. Their sacrifice, contribution and effort have had to be exhumed, as it were, from the corners of Irish history. Theirs was often a narrative not related, an involvement not cherished, a recognition neither commemorated nor celebrated. Yet their sacrifice, suffering and sorrow, the fear they felt and their exposure to danger and uncertainty, was all very real.

      The role of the historian is to interpret the past and be as honest, objective and truthful as possible about it. To do so you must first empty your mind of assumptions and then brutally ask yourself: is your interpretation strictly valid or is it simply how you would like it to be? To counter the latter, it is useful to first think of the strongest possible case against your interpretation and then see how your argument stands up. And if it does, then go ahead.

      The Second World War continues to cast its shadow over Europe and the world. Alert since boyhood to the scope of the Irish on D-Day 6 June 1944, but knowing anecdotally that involvement to be cumulatively greater than generally acknowledged, the presentation of such participation is long overdue. Irishmen were among the British and American airborne paratroopers and glider-borne infantry landings prior to H-Hour on D-Day; they were on the beaches from dawn among the first and subsequent day-long troop invasion waves; they were in the skies above in bombers and fighter aircraft; and standing off at sea on naval ships all along the Normandy coastline. They were also prominent among the planners and commanders of the greatest military operation in history, a combined operation of greater magnitude than had ever been attempted in the history of warfare.

      The scale of the amphibious invasion was unprecedented. It was a task of enormous complexity and great difficulty, an immense undertaking, both stark in its magnitude and in the realisation that if they failed, faltered or otherwise came up short in Normandy – and war is unpredictable – then the war itself might drag on for years. The story of D-Day is enormous, and the Irish have a rightful place among its many chapters. For the first time, this book facilitates the telling of this important Irish involvement and places Irish participation on the front page, by populating the undertaking through an Irish ‘lens’. It builds on the prior work of Richard Doherty, Neil Richardson, Steve O’Connor, David Truesdale, James Durney and others, especially Yvonne McEwen, Professor Geoff Roberts, Tina Neylan, Kevin Myers, Damien Shields and more, who have lately gone a good way to revealing the involvement of Irish men and women in the Second World War.

      It is only a matter of time, circumstance and chance – an accident of birth, the hand of fate – that might otherwise have seen any of us placed among those on board the landing craft heading for ‘Utah’, ‘Omaha’, ‘Gold’, ‘Juno’ or ‘Sword’ beaches, or by equal happenstance to be in the pillboxes and other fortified concrete emplacements with weapons ready, awaiting their arrival. This is the fascination of history and it takes only a little leap of imagination to live it. Its happenings must be respected and its participants interrogated, their motives analysed and their actions assessed, and lessons learned. But first we must become aware and understand such events so that we can view the ‘Irish’ involvement with a dispassionate, informed and proper perspective which rightly and more fully does honour to that participation and sacrifice.

      Operation Overlord, the codename for the Allied invasion of Normandy, is a day that would forever be known as D-Day. The story of D-Day is also the story of ‘D-Day minus’ and ‘D-Day plus’, and although there is no one single specific ‘Irish narrative’ throughout, there are sufficiently strong individual Irish involvements to justify a claim of substantive Irish participation. While in no way purporting to cast a comprehensive insight into the topic, I hope the book provides

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