So, as I
mentioned in an earlier post, Chris and I had just over a week in Amsterdam at
the beginning of the month. Lovely city and very nice people without exception.
We did most (but deliberately not all) of the touristy things and nipped across
to Haarlem for a day, but a bone of contention was a suggested expedition to
Arnhem by yours truly. I’d take a couple of guide books for the famous ‘Bridge
too Far’ battle, but I wasn’t convinced it was a good idea. My objection was
that, as Chris is still working and doing an increasingly stressful job, the
break was for her rather than me and it should be geared accordingly. Her view
was that Arnhem was only about 60 or so miles away and easily doable with the
excellent Dutch railway system and I’d been interested in the battle
since I was a kid. Common sense prevailed and off I went. I’ve been around the
block a few times and don’t get fazed easily, so the prospect of a trot across
Holland raised barely a ripple. However, I ignored one of my long held principles
which is “never assume”.
We’d decided
on Saturday 12th as the best day to go because there was a barbecue
at the apartment complex which Chris could attend (amongst other things) and
travel would be quieter at the weekend. It would also avoid any reduced rail
service on Sunday. Arnhem is only just over an hour away by train, I knew which
buses to get and the weather was lovely. What could go wrong?
I’ll tell you
what could go wrong. Dutch national railways (Nederlandse Spoorwegen – ‘NS’)
are in first class condition because of regular and preventative maintenance which
they do most weekends: the Dutch have a bit of a giggle about this I found out
later. So, instead of Weesp – Amsterdam – Utrecht – Arnhem as planned, it was
Weesp – Zwolle – Arnhem which is the Dutch equivalent of travelling from Manchester
to, say, Stafford via Leeds. Approximate travel time of, say an hour plus
extended to two and a half hours. Still, plenty to look at and Holland is an
attractive place. It also meant travelling through Apeldoorn which was the
location of the ‘Airborne Hospital’ set up by the Germans and where Dad was based
for a short time during the War.
To be honest,
I wasn’t that bothered. Because of the everlasting ankle problem, I’d only
planned to visit the bridge in Arnhem and then shoot out to Oosterbeek to see
the Hartenstein Museum and sniff around the Divisional Admin Area and adjoining
locations (if the ankle held out).
So, for the uninitiated, what’s this Arnhem thing
then? It was the furthest point of airborne phase of Operation Market Garden (17–25
September 1944), an only partly successful Allied military operation fought in
the Netherlands and Germany in the Second World War. It was the largest
airborne operation up to that time, the idea being that a carpet of airborne
troops would capture a series of bridges between the Allied bridgehead over the
Meuse-Escaut Canal at Neerpelt and the Neder Rijn (Lower Rhine) at Arnhem (‘Market’)
over which the ground forces would advance into Germany (‘Garden’).It was the
culmination of the broad/narrow front argument between Eisenhower/Bradley and Montgomery
whose aim was to batter his way into Germany over the Lower Rhine and head for
the Ruhr, Germany’s industrial heartland.
Several
bridges between Eindhoven and Nijmegen were captured at the beginning of the
operation but Gen. Horrocks' XXX Corps ground force advance was delayed by the
demolition of a bridge over the Wilhelmina Canal, an extremely overstretched
supply line at Son, and failure to capture the main road bridge over the river
Waal before 20 September. At Arnhem, the British 1st Airborne Division
encountered far stronger resistance than anticipated. In the ensuing battle,
only a small force managed to hold one end of the Arnhem road bridge and after
the ground forces failed to relieve them, they were overrun on 21 September.
The remainder of the division, trapped in a small pocket west of the bridge at
Oosterbeek, had to be evacuated on 25 September. And the rest, as they say, is
history.
Arnhem has been pretty much rebuilt after the squabble for the bridge and the later attentions of the Allied airforces so, although many of the street lines are broadly similar to before the war, the only thing to see is the bridge, now called the ‘John Frost Bridge’ which has been rebuilt along the lines of its predecessor which was finally bombed by the Allies in October 1944 to stop German reinforcements moving south. However, my first objective was the Hartenstein, so off to the bus station. Be careful, there are two!
To try to make
some sense of all this I’ve broken these notes into five sections: this introduction, a
talk about Oosterbeek, a description of my adventures in Arnhem at the bridge,
some things to think about regarding the Arnhem element of the campaign and ending
with a few wargaming ideas. It’s certainly not a history of Operation
Market Garden or even the Arnhem phase
of the operation. It’s rather an outline of what I saw and something about
those who fought there. I haven’t gone into detail about the British, Polish
and German units because there simply isn’t the space (or time). Nevertheless,
anyone even slightly interested in this battle to read some of the excellent
books which have been written about it. I’ve listed a few in the final part,
but they’re what I consider a minimum. This is a complicated affair filed with continual
movements and reorganisations, conspiracy theories, bad generalship and bitter
recriminations so do read more about it.
(Yes, I know the paratroops in the photo are American and as for the formatting, we can only pray!)
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