My research for this assignment has been driven by my intention to create a series of images to evoke the hidden past; to express a sense of absence within the landscape of Creech Woods that comes from the presence of troops there before D-Day fading over time in our collective memory. Research has fallen into two specific areas; the historic record, and then artists and photographers who have explored the themes of memory, absence and presence within the landscape, particularly woodland.
Firstly I wanted to know more about the two D-Day marshalling area camps in Creech Wood ( A11 and A12 ); which units were camped there and whether there are any written or references ( diaries/ letters) or photographic evidence specific to Creech Wood and to these troops. I discovered that initially the 2nd Battalion of the Lincolnshire Regiment was camped in Creech woods before moving on elsewhere on 2 June, 1944. They were replaced by Canadian Troops of the Stormont, Dundas and Glengarry Highlanders ( who landed on Juno Beach on D-Day).
I also turned up some interesting and potentially useful information.
An eyewitness
In the BBC’s archive of World War Two, I came across an entry written by a 10 year He or she describes the road that ran through the woods to Southwick being sealed off to civilians at Bunkers Hill by armed servicemen.This was apparently due to its proximity to the Headquarters of Generals Eisenhower and Montgomery prior to D-Day.Proof of identity and address of residence had to be produced to the soldiers when entering and leaving the area.
He or she writes:
‘Immediately outside my home and all along the side of the narrow village road leading to the Forest of Bere were dozens of armoured vehicles including tanks, bren gun carriers and ducks, a large amphibious vehicle. The crews of these vehicles slept and ate in them. They cooked by oil stoves. Water was obtained from the residents living in the adjacent dwellings.
One particular tank crew, which was positioned immediately in front of our cottage, became very well known to us and, due to the fact that the Luftwaffe appeared in the sky every night trying to locate the well hidden and camouflaged troops in the Forest, fearful that the area may be subjected to bombing, they dug a slit trench in the garden for the three of us should such an event ever take place. Fortunately we did not have to make use of it for, although the Germans knew of the troops existence they failed to locate them and in consequence the aircraft continued on to Portsmouth where they discharged their bombload upon the Royal Naval Dockyard. The sky above the city glowed red and we were so thankful at being some 8 miles from the devastation. As a way of gratitude to the tank crew for assisting us my Mother prepared the odd meal and provided endless mugs of tea.
The troops were positioned in the area for several weeks prior to their embarkation. I cannot remember them departing but one morning when I looked out of the window they were no longer there. They must have pulled out, albeit very quietly, during the night’. (Limbrough)
Diaries / letters
Many of the letters written home by soldiers taking part in the D-Day invasion describe the journey, particularly the crossing and landings and then the following days. Though I did find a diary written by Captain Alastair Bannerman that though not referencing Creech Wood records his thoughts and emotions before, during and after the invasion – a moving insight:
1st June
‘To-day we have come into a new camp from where we shall embark and so there is only a last bastion between us and the fight in front of us. I have to admit I am not a hero and I have never wished for a free bath in the Channel! Nor have I been impatient because of the long delay.
Now it seems that the day approaches us with the speed of lightning and just now I met Rowland who admitted to me that he was really afraid! He doesn’t know where we go but when we looked at a map of France we have – independently of each other – come to the conclusion that it could be Calais…
James Henderson, gunner major, is asleep; he saw his wife to-day, the lucky man; his name is on a special list and he can go wherever he wishes to. My darling, how very much I long for you, to put my arms around you and to be embraced by you.
It is torture not to get any letters and to feel that very likely you do not get mine either with this 100% censorship. At least I can imagine how you are sleeping now in our familiar and dear nursery, and this is a true blessing.
2nd June
To-day we learn that tomorrow we will march to be allo-cated to landing craft. So the play is on.
To-day I had rather a hectic time. I have been running about testing the sights of my guns, obtaining replacement parts, arranging everything in the sequence of loading, distributing rations for 24 hours, tinned meat, cookers, pills against sea-sickness, paper bags, chocolate, cigarettes, tablets to disinfect the water...
This little book becomes rather fragmentary as I have to write it often at the end of the days, which have been crammed with work, and, being tired, I cannot write my best. I expect I often repeat myself. But it is only a notebook and may at least tell the outlines of things.
It is now cool evening, the mess has closed, and the time is late when the camp is preparing for its rest, and probably this will be the last night on English soil for ages. Tomorrow I have to get up early, so I have to shave tonight. I feel rather like Father Christmas with all the parcels I have to carry with me…
Tomorrow we shall have to go into our different boats and will not meet each other again for some time, not before we have reached our destination for action. I have already spoken to all of them and bade them good night and now I have to read them three orders of the day, one from the C.O., one from Monty and one from Eisenhower.
Much depends on our gun but I cannot do any more. God be with them and all of us and may it be His Will that we end this horrible thing soon’. (Henderson)
I also came across Eisenhower’s order of the day to D-Day troops issued by General Dwight D. Eisenhower to encourage Allied soldiers taking part in the D-day invasion of June 6, 1944.
Photographs
Keen to track down any wartime images of the camps I searched the Imperial War Museums online collection and was lucky to track down a few black and white pictures taken in Creech Woods on 29 April 1944 by a Sergeant Wooldridge, an official War Office photographer. I think these images of servicemen writing letters, mending shoes, darning socks in their normality are in themselves very moving, knowing as we do what came later in June. For example:
So while my extensive research to date has not uncovered a great deal by way material directly pertinent to the Creech Woods camps, I am encouraged by what I have found. This very personal material resonates with me. I think that it offers a moving insight that I would like to somehow incorporate within the project.
References
Bannerman,A. et al. (2109) If I Don’t Come Home – Letters from D-Day [Kindle edition] From Amazon.co.uk (Accessed on 24 May 2019)
Limbrough. (2003) Allied troops in the Forest of Bere Before D-Day. At https://www.bbc.co.uk/history/ww2peopleswar/about/siteinformation.shtml (Accessed on 9 May 2019 )
List of Illustrations
Figure 1. Eisenhower, D.D. (1944) Order of the day At: https://www.americanrhetoric.com/speeches/dwighteisenhowerorderofdday.htm (Accessed on 25 June 2019)
Figure 2. Wooldridge. (1944) Sergeant Ernest Docherty of the 1st Battalion King’s Own Scottish Borderers, part of 3rd Infantry Division, composes a letter from his unit’s tented camp at Denmead in Hampshire, 29 April 1944 [Photograph] In Imperial War Museum War Office Second World War Official Collection. Catalogue number H 37989.