A WRITTEN ACCOUNT OF D-DAY
By George A. Davison
".........Then came the time for the business at hand, we were told that we would be attached to the 1st Army and land with them. Also they would be our mothers because they knew what the score was they had been through the Italy Campaign and had landed or made a beach there. We were to ask them anything that might puzzle us because they were already told to help us any way possible we were Greene Troups (sic). They did just that, on my boat there was 1 Balloon crew and myself and one other colored soldier, we ask a lot of questions. And we were answered promptly and kindly. These men of the 1st Army were of the best group of men I had come in contact with any where. The ones with the Western Southern or New England accent, it didn't make any difference they were all the same.....................As a truck went down the ramp, I grabbed on to the racks and this truck went out of sight so I let go of the truck racks thinking to myself I'll try and make it on my own, I can swim and that vehicle might keep me down for some reason in that deep water. So there I am in that water, with to much weight, so I shrugged my shoulders and off went my muset bag...............all the time this was happening the enemy was putting down a steady stream of cross fire, we were let off in to deep waters. I believe the Lord was on my side because if he would have let just one of those tracers hit those 105 Hw shells it would have been all over. You could have taken the skillet off the stove cause the gas would have been gone!"
My father who was onboard an LCT, # 608, died 1 Oct 2002 at the age of 80 years. I heard him say little about the D-Day Invasion but as I look at his photos and read his words about that day in June, it is clear to me that it was an experience that greatly affected his life.
I, William A. Davison, son of George A. Davison, D-Day Invader, give you permission to use this on your website.