US Landing Craft Infantry (Large) 502; D Day
US LCI (L) 502, carried 196 Officers and men of the Durham Light Infantry to
Gold Beach on the morning of June 6th,1944. This account is based
on the writings and recollections of John P Cummer and information from the
craft's Deck Log.
D-Day Draws Near
On Saturday the 3rd of June, 1944, our ship, the United States
Landing Craft Infantry (Large) 502 or US LCI (L) 502 for short, docked at
the Royal Pier, Southampton, England where we embarked 196 officers and men of
the Durham Light Infantry, 151st Brigade, 50th
Northumbrian Division, British 8th Army. They were carrying freshly
printed French currency, a strong indication that this trip was for real.
As they clambered aboard carrying folded
bicycles with various bits of kit and equipment about them, they looked more like
peddlers than soldiers. They were, however, first class troops and were to prove
themselves so in the fighting that lay ahead.
to the limit, we returned to our usual berth at New Docks along with the other LCIs of Group 31. On Sunday, June 4th,
the crew's final preparations for the coming operation began. A church
party went ashore and returned and the troops were permitted ashore for
some much needed exercise and relief from the crowded conditions. The routine general quarters were sounded for an air raid alert
at 2030. We stood to our guns for twenty minutes or so, before securing.
Our group was, thankfully, not involved in the abortive foray on June 5th,
which was recalled because of bad weather. However, when a message to the Allied
Expeditionary Force from General Eisehower was read out to the ships company at
1400, we knew we would soon be sailing for the "far shore".
Throughout that day, more and more ships slipped out of the
once crowded harbor until it seemed that we were the only ones left. It was an
eerie sensation. Finally, at 2000 on June 5th, our group began slipping lines to
manoeuvre out into the channel. We cast off at 2012 taking our place in column,
behind US LCI (L) 512. Our escort ship, HMS Albrighton, joined us us as we passed
Light on the eastern tip of the Isle of Wight. We formed into divisions for
the assault and were on our way.
Jolly Miller and I shared the bow watch from 2000 to midnight that night. As
usual, he was ebullient and talkative, excited about what was coming. "Just think, JP," he said to me, "by this time tomorrow, weíll be veterans!" I shared some of his anticipatory excitement, but,
when we were relieved at midnight, I felt the need to be alone. Imminent danger has a way of awakening spiritual concerns.
Godly parents had raised me to take the Christian faith seriously. On this night
before battle, I felt the need for reminding myself of the certainties and
comforts of that faith.
Finding a place to be alone on a 153 foot landing craft,
crowded with 196 troops, could have been a problem but I had my own private
place, cramped though it was. Under the fantail deck was a small magazine where
ammunition was stored. As the Gunnerís Mate, I had the key to my own 'quiet time'
I sat on the cold, steel deck, surrounded by the cases of
ammunition and read from the New Testament that had been given to me by the
Gideons. The guide to references inside the front cover had suggestions for
special times. One was "for times of peril or danger", and it directed me to
[Photo; the author, John P Cummer.]
"He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High
shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is
my refuge and my fortress: my God, in Him will I trust. Surely he shall
deliver thee from the snare of the fowler and from the noisome pestilence.
He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust.
Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that
flieth by day; nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the
destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and
ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee . . . "
". . . but it shall not come nigh thee . . ."
A deep sense, not of fearless bravado, but of assurance in
the protection of a sovereign God, came to me as I read those verses. To this
day, every time I re-read them, that tiny steel cubicle surrounded by cases of
ammunition, pitching with the motion of the sea, comes immediately to mind. In
Godís providence, that protection was afforded to me and my shipmates on D-Day,
June 6, 1944.
In the early hours of June 6th, as we entered the
swept channels through the minefields north of Seine Bay, hoping that the
minesweepers had done their job, the nine LCIs of Group 31 formed up for the
assault, as directed in Group Commander Patrickís order. We were in three
columns, the first led by 501 with 507 and 509 in her trail. In the center column, Commander Patrick rode in
512, his flagship, with the 500 and the 499 astern. In the right hand column, 506 led with our 502 and the 508
As the sun rose that morning, we could see the vast
armada around us and the canopy of allied aircraft overhead with
their distinctive D-Day markings of black and white stripes painted on wings and
fuselage. Someone, later describing this scene, said that it looked like you
could walk across the English Channel on the wings of the aircraft. In the distance,
we could see the smoke rising from the beach. The
noise of the naval bombardment was continuous.
[Disposition of 502 and her sister craft as they appeared in
the Admiralty's 'Green List' just prior to D-Day.]
At 0755, our escort vessel, HMS Albrighton,
blinker signal light to advise that the landings were going according to plan. We
sighted the coast of France at 0855 and began circling in the ingoing area,
waiting for the signal for our group to proceed to the beach. Shortly after 0900,
Commander Patrick signalled the group to prepare to beach. The last movement was
My battle station was at the number one gun atop the focsíl,
thus placing me in the farthest point forward aboard our ship, a genuine
ring-side seat with the drawback of being an excellent and highly
visible target. With our gun cocked and loaded. we talked, watched and waited,
speculating as to what was going on ashore, when we would head in and how much
opposition we would face.
In the log book, Engineering Officer, Mr Krenicky, made the entries for that memorable day. He noted that they observed a German tank
hit on a hillside and, as we shifted to beaching stations at 1030, a German
75mm gun was still in operation as well as mortar fire. At 1040 he wrote: "Standing in to Jig Green sector of Gold Beach, Asnelles-Sur-Mer, Arromanches sector."
The noise, smoke and confusion grew as we threaded our way through a mass of
wrecked landing craft, tanks and beach obstacles. The ordered, tight directions of
our Group Commander gave way as the utter confusion of
the beach made it totally impossible. It was every ship for itself. I was told, years later, by a crew member of the 508, that their Captain had his
eye on the same landing spot we were heading for and cursed our Skipper roundly
as we beat him to it!
Our landing resembled none of the multitude of practice
landings we had made. We scraped over some submerged object for the length of
the ship but suffered no damage. At one point, close to the shore, our bow was aimed directly
at a sunken truck (photo opposite) with two wet, forlorn-looking soldiers clinging to it. At the
last moment, we changed course to avoid them. With a look of great relief on
their faces, they waved to us as we lurched past them on our way to the rather
improbable landing spot our Skipper had chosen out of necessity - a broached
HM LCT 857 was stranded parallel to the beach. She had taken
a good pounding and was in no shape or position to disengage herself from the
beach. Our Skipper considered 857 was the best place for
disembarking our troops, so he ran our bow right up on to the broached LCT.
The ramps were extended, lowered onto the LCT at somewhat
perilous angles and our bicycle-toting Tommies struggled down our ramps,
clambered over the LCT and finally dropped off onto the beach itself.
While our troops were disembarking, we became involved in two
rescue missions. With no threat from German aircraft and being much too small to
consider challenging German 88s, we secured our gun and became involved in those rescue missions
[Photo opposite; Gold Beach on D-Day: LCI (L) 502 with her bow up against
HM LCT 857 a Mk4 LCT of the 33rd LCT Flotilla of D LCT Squadron. The flotilla
delivered Royal Artillery on the morning of D-Day on to Gold beach.]
First, the skipper of the British LCT, on whom we had
descended uninvited, asked if we could give him a tow as we retracted. Bosín
Walt Sellers and some of the deck gang rigged a cable and passed it to the LCT,
the plan being to try to "unbroach" the craft as we retracted.
Then some British sailors, stranded on the beach after losing
their small boats in the first wave, asked if we could take them off the beach.
We passed another line down to them, which they secured on the
broached LCT and began climbing hand over hand up to our focsíl. We hung,
somewhat precariously over the bow, leaning down to grab and haul them
aboard. We had rescued 27 of them when the Skipper decided it was time
At 1141, Bosín Sellers was ordered to cast off the line to the
LCT and the Skipper began backing our LCI off the beach. The line that the small
boat survivors were using snapped taut; one sailor fought for dear life to hang
on. We were able to reach down and grab him before the line parted.
With the perspective of a sailor on
the bow, instead of an officer in the Conning Tower, I was livid.
I was sure we could have rescued more of the British sailors and
spared them continued exposure to
gunfire on the beach. I was equally sure that we could have done more to help
the broached LCT get off the beach. The issue, I was told later, was that time
was running out before the tide began to turn.
opposite; On Gold Beach. Taken from conning tower of 508, which
was next to 502.]
Was the Skipper right in pulling out when he did? Probably.
Other crew members grumbled angrily about it, as I did but, in retrospect,
there is no reason to question his decision. The "what if . . ." game is one of
the most futile of all enterprises. After successfully retracting, we threaded our way back
through the wreckage that littered Gold Beach. Our part in the D-Day assault was
over. We had successfully landed our troops and rescued some stranded sailors. The work of supporting
the troops already landed, by ferrying 'build up' troops across the channel, was about to begin.
We stayed at action stations for the rest of D-Day. Around us
the gun support ships were firing almost continuously. HMS Belfast, now
on permanent display in London on the Thames, just opposite the Tower of London,
was one of the ships closest to us. We could not see clearly what was happening
ashore. There were ceaseless explosions on the beach and a pall of gun smoke
hung over everything. Overhead, wave after wave of aircraft, fortunately bearing
the black and white D-Day striping of the invasion forces, came on steadily.
Around 1600, we were formed up with other LCIs
for our return trip to England. The ever present danger of German E-Boats
dashing out for raids, ensured we
strained our eyes to see in the darkness. Nothing happened but the long
tension-packed day and anxious watch left me, and I am sure other crew members,
At 2315, the lights of the Isle of Wight came into view. We
were safely back from the "far shore".
Troops in Southampton
prior to D-Day awaiting departure.
LCI 502, first left, awaits the order to sail for
France. Southampton Docks.
Conn of 502 from
adjacent LCI Southampton docks.
US LCIs underway
across the channel on the evening of June 5 1944.
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Thanks are due to John Cummer for this account
of US LCI (L) 502
on D-Day including photographs and to Tony Chapman, archivist and
historian for the LST and Landing Craft Association for his assistance.