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Gate Crasher vs. Potato Masher
Gate Crasher vs. Potato Masher
Leonard Hornbeck interviewed by Tony Welch
 
A Screaming Eagle Goes Airborne on D-Day – Twice

Barely recognizable in the false dawn of D-Day, a German grenade skitters across the roadway. Walking directly into its oncoming path is an American paratrooper.

At age 23, Leonard Hornbeck's reflexes have never been sharper. Instinctively, he jumps straight up just as the “potato masher” disappears beneath his combat boots. In that frozen moment of time the grenade explodes between Leonard's legs, propelling him skyward. If the German soldat who tossed the grenade tried to duplicate his feat – performed in the dark – he would have gone through a case of explosives without coming close.

Hornbeck's sitting across from me now, sporting his customary smile. In a few weeks he'll turn 90. His wife Katherine has planned a party, with relatives traveling to Oregon from as far away as Texas. Among the participants will be Len's two daughters, Paula and Paulette, as well as a scattering of grand-children.

Of the 15,600 potential story tellers who descended by parachute from the darkened skies on June 6, only a fraction will leave a written record of their hazardous undertaking. Hornbeck's voice numbers among the dwindling Curahees yet to be heard.


"Hey, ma -- it's me!" In this fading photo, mailed home, Hornbeck waves a greeting to his mother Carrie Jane as he prepares to board a C-47 for the third of five required training jumps at Fort Benning, Georgia.

My chance encounter with Tech Sergeant Leonard I. Hornbeck occurred in a doctor's office. His airborne cap was cluttered with a dozen ceramic pins and decals. I inquired: “The hundred and first?” Big grin. Then: “The five-oh-sixth?” His grin widened. Standing off to the side, Leonard's wife eyed me suspiciously; maybe I was peddling burial plots – or worse, variable annuities.

Hornbeck cautioned me up front about his failing memory. In turn, I confessed to having misplaced a dozen car keys of my own – plus the cars. “Let's you and me try putting the pieces back together,” I suggested. Another mile-wide smile.

I noticed Leonard was stocky, with a fulsome chest and stout shoulders. No paunch. And biceps, I imagined, that still rippled beneath his long shirt sleeves. It's his legs that aren't up to snuff. In recent years Leonard's come to depend on a walker for mobility. “The pain's never entirely gone away from day one,” he confides. Meaning D-Day, 66 years ago.

Beginning in his mid-teens, Leonard spent the greater part of his working life as a logger in northwest Washington State. At five feet four inches, Hornbeck barely exceeds the height of the old growth stumps he left in his wake. Upon reaching his mid-seventies, Leonard finally quit the woods and sold his sawmill. His grandsons recall teaming up with him as teenagers during summer vacations. Says Jeff Coles: “That's when I made up my mind to go to college. I'd look around – ooof! All those trees far as I could see.”

One of seven children, Hornbeck moved north with his family from Roseburg, Oregon to the village of Concrete, Washington in the late thirties. His father worked for the Bureau of Public Roads, a federal agency. Like many of his youthful contemporaries, Leonard was attracted to the mystique of aviation; it was 1941, fascism was aflame in Europe, and the U.S. armed forces were actively recruiting – in certain categories, very selectively.

“I wanted in the worst way to be an aviation cadet – that was the biggest challenge I could think of,” Leonard explains. “So I enrolled in Mount Vernon Junior College to make up for my shortage in math courses, and that helped me pass the written test. What I didn't figure on was failing the physical.” Though he made a number of determined inquiries, Hornbeck was never told the reason. “I strongly suspect they had too many applicants who qualified, and this was their way of letting the surplus down gently – rather than just saying we can't use you.”

Hornbeck then shifted his attention to communications technology, and on completing the college program applied for active duty in the army. Following basic training at Camp Roberts in California, Leonard was assigned to a communications course. But his lust for the wild blue yonder went right on raging.

Enter the paratroopers, center stage. “They were certainly up in the air,” Hornbeck reasoned, “and that's exactly where I wanted to be.” Accepted in l942, Hornbeck began training in the fall at Fort Benning. He completed many forced marches and the mandatory five parajumps required of every applicant, followed by advanced communication schooling. During this period, the recently formed Five-O-Six regiment showed up at Benning. “We had a nickname for those guys –- the Walkie-Talkie Non-Jumpie outfit,” Leonard reveals. “And now here they were. A lot of them were draftees. I was willing to be assigned most anywhere, but not there. So guess what? – suddenly I'm a Five-Oh-Sixer.”

Airborne uniform patches are varied and inventive. Among the many identifying adornments are, from left: the 506th PIR patch (lucky eleven), the Band of Brothers (HBO TV series on Company E), and the 101st Airborne patch – original issue, 1944. Patches worn in WW11 combat zones fetch high prices among collectors.

Now an instructor, Hornbeck found himself thrust into the midst of the newly arrived parachutist wannabes. His concerns soon dissipated. “It took about two or three weeks before I discovered that my earlier impressions were completely unfounded. I began to make a few friends. One of them was Bob Plants. Much later on, Bob and I were among a group that took a test to determine who would fill a couple advancement slots. Bob came out on top and at age 21 became a master sergeant. I scored right behind him and went from corporal to technical sergeant.”

The subsequent ocean voyage to England in September 1943 passed without incident, and was soon followed by more intensive training. The 82nd and Hundred-and-First were competitive, both in the air and on the ground. Sometimes it got downright personal, leading to a flash point that begged for a resolution.

Says Leonard: “This one guy, he made a remark or two about my height. He was the arm wrestling champ of the Eighty-Second. So I sat him down and we planted our elbows on a table.” But it didn't end there, Hornbeck adds. When word got out, the reigning champ of the 101st showed up with fire in his eye and a cocked elbow. Leonard pinned him too, for good measure.

Having defeated the reigning arm wrestling champs of the 101st and 82nd airborne divisions 65 years ago, Len Hornbeck goes elbow to elbow with grandson Rodney Coles (210 pounds). Note the distressed look on Rod's face and the distorted blood vessels on his forearm.

Hornbeck spent two weeks with a British paratroop battalion, whose members had been bloodied but unbeaten in North Africa. They would likely meet Americans again on French soil, and the Brits thought it important to become acquainted with their allies in advance. “During the visit, they set me up in a swimming class,” Leonard remembers. “Well...I sank like a rock.”

A worse scare for Leonard occurred during a nighttime exercise, one that came dangerously close to undermining the 506's determined effort to reach a certain skill level in preparation for D-Day – date unknown.

“Poor planning, that's what it was,” Hornbeck avows. “Can't blame what happened on high winds or bad weather – there was neither that night.” Whatever the snafu, the sticks exited over terrain that was sharply sloped. Many of the troopers slammed into the banked hillside, resulting in numerous injuries – some serious. Leonard himself blacked out. “My lower torso and back took a beating,” Hornbeck reveals, “and all this happened about two weeks before D-Day. I was still in considerable pain and discomfort, but I never let on once I left the hospital. I'm sure a whole bunch of other guys kept quiet, as well.”

June 5, 1944. 506th regimental headquarters personnel prepare to board a C-47, one of three Skytrains carrying command, demolition and communication specialists to Normandy – Hornbeck among them.

The night drop onto the Cotentin Peninsula was an extremely complex undertaking, with the initial thrust provided by 15,600 paratroops of the 101st/82nd loaded aboard 821 C-47 Skytrains. Leonard's triple-plane element carried headquarters personnel from all three regiments, mainly communications specialists – of whom only a handful were able to locate their regiments late on D-Day. Their first adversary was a fog bank overlaid with broken clouds, encountered just inland. The ensuing confusion resulted in numerous navigational errors. Then suddenly the sky cleared, and almost immediately the night lit up with tracers. Gunner Helmut Grahns, 19, rousted from bed, recalls tracking the aerial convoy with his quad-barreled flak gun. “I was wearing only my helmet, boots and a long night shirt – what a sight.” After the armada had passed, Grahns counted 373 empty 20mm shell casings scattered around his Swiss-made anti-aircraft weapon – plus a pair of crashed C-47s burning a mile away.

Hornbeck's element, unscathed, overshot its drop zone by more than a dozen miles. Time: around 01:30 hours. Estimated altitude: 500-600 feet. Leonard kicked out a pile of equipment bundles, including a SCR 300 radio, then stepped into space. “I don't know how unusual it was, but we had no officer aboard,” Leonard notes. “Bob Plants held the senior rank, and the two of us were in charge. Bob brought up the rear as jump master.”

Any pent-up uneasiness about falling through the night sky was instantly replaced by a dread of the unknown – the unseen fate that awaited Hornbeck and his companions once on the ground. Leonard hit the deck feet first, tumbled in a ball and quickly regained his feet. “All my aches and pains from the night jump in England – they just disappeared. All I felt at the moment was acute anxiety.”

Hornbeck clutched his cricket and started walking. Within 45 minutes everyone in the 18-man stick was accounted for. The group took a compass bearing and set out in the general direction of Utah beach. Plants took the point and Hornbeck the rear. Their objective: to help block any German reinforcements from reaching the landing beaches, and to assist the 4th Infantry division in pushing inland along the southern causeways. The countryside was spotted with occasional flooded fields, mostly ankle deep, bordered by tree-lined hedgerows. Shortly they came upon other scattered parachutists. Among them, a supply officer. The lieutenant wanted to assume command, but after a heated discussion it was decided he best just tag along. “This didn't sit too well, but he was outnumbered,” Leonard chuckles.

The group, now strengthened to about 50 men, chanced upon a country road heading toward the coast. Leonard reckons they'd advanced 500 yards or so, when the grenade from nowhere bounced between his feet. Hornbeck might well lay claim to being the only member of the Hundred-and-First to go airborne twice on D-day and live to tell about it. “The guy closest to me swore I shot straight up in the air for a good fifteen feet. But you know paratroopers – they exaggerate a lot.”

In shock, Hornbeck lay on his back for a few minutes, struggling to regain his breath, then forced himself to his feet. To his surprise –- and relief--- he found he could still shuffle along despite the throbbing pain in his legs and groin. The column resumed its march, intent on avoiding further contact with the enemy in order to reach their assigned area. But that wasn't to be. Within two miles they encountered a sizable force of grenadiers well armed and organized, blocking their way. “They really opened up on us,” Leonard recalls. “We went to ground and returned their fire, but it quickly became evident we couldn't match their firepower. When our ammo began running out, they jumped up and outflanked us. We held a pow-wow and decided it was all over.”

The bitter pill that Hornbeck chose to swallow still sticks in his craw.

“The grenade was a big disappointment to my ego, I'll say that,” Leonard explains. “But surrendering....” His voice trails off. “When you set out on an undertaking the likes of D-Day, the only thing that matters is how you handle the responsibility you've worked so hard to be entrusted with. So in that regard, I feel that I failed.”

Adversarial counterparts to the 101st Airborne were the Fallschirmjagers, Germany's battle-hardened paratroop formations. In a surprise attack, the 6th Parachute Regiment sent a reduced platoon of some 50 men against an advancing regiment of the 90th U.S. Infantry Division on the outskirts of Carentan. Caught in an outflanking maneuver and deadly crossfire, the 90th suffered many casualties and surrendered 265 men, including 11 officers. Oberfeldwebel Alex Uhlig (hatless), seen here giving last-minute instructions, led the assault for which he was later awarded the Knight's Cross for valor. Uhlig was himself made prisoner three days later and thus survived the war. He passed peaceably abed in 2008, age 89.

The last time Hornbeck saw master sergeant Robert Plants, the latter was speaking earnestly with a German officer. “I'm pretty certain that's how I got off the battlefield,” Leonard notes. “Bob somehow persuaded them I needed immediate medical attention, and it wasn't long before they put me in a truck and off I went.” By late afternoon Leonard found himself in the city of Valognes, 12 miles southeast of Cherbourg. Hospitalized, Hornbeck underwent a physical. A German surgeon scrutinized Leonard's pelvic area, then declared: “Ihre Mannlichkeit ist intakt.” Translation: “Your maleness is intact.” Followed by a toothy Hornbeck grin, it might be imagined – plus a sigh of relief.

“The doctors never found so much as a speck of shrapnel anywhere,” Hornbeck explains. “The explosive shock wave did all the nerve and muscle damage.” Had the potato masher been a fragmentation grenade, rather than a concussion device, Leonard would almost certainly have made the list of 231 Currahees from the 506th regiment who died in the battle for Normandy.

During the 10-week Normandy campaign, Allied losses very nearly equaled those of the Germans --- 220,000 killed/wounded/missing, vs. 230,000 Axis casualties. Here, camo-clad Waffen-SS panzergrenadiers carefully scope the Normandy landscape for signs of renewed enemy activity. The 21st Panzer was the first division thrown into action on D-Day; it later defended the hub city of Caen for many weeks and was only driven out by multiple saturation aerial bombardments, leaving 35,000 French inhabitants homeless.

Leonard remained hospitalized for three weeks. On June 24, the Allies carpet-bombed Valognes into utter ruin. Roughly half the hospital was destroyed; Hornbeck's ward only narrowly escaped. The surviving POW patients were transported inland, eventually passing through Paris after numerous interrogation stops and in-transit delays.

“Once we crossed the border into Germany, it seemed nobody wanted us,” Leonard continues. “We were either standing around under guard in open fields or else shunted by train between towns.” At one stop – a city heavily bombed by the British the night before – Leonard and his fellow POWs were hustled out of their boxcars and made to stand in a group on the station platform. Understandably, the mood of nearby civilians became increasingly ugly.

“This German in the crowd came forward, a guy around fifty years old,” Hornbeck continues. “He commenced cuffing my ears, but good. And he wouldn't stop. Finally a couple guards walked over and dragged him away. I'm guessing maybe his family had been killed or injured in the bombing.” Such railway station encounters occurred many hundreds of times during the war, occasionally with fatal consequences.

Leonard eventually ended up in Stalag 111B, a sprawling enclosure located 60 miles SE of Berlin. The camp held a mixed bag of Russians, French, Serbs, Croatians and rebellious Hungarians – some 50,000 captives in all, of whom 5,000 were American and 30,000 were Soviets. Hornbeck's scanty recollection of 111B events appears to be influenced as much by the lethargic atmosphere typically associated with imprisonment as by the dimming passage of time itself. To wit:

Do you remember ever going to a movie? Movies...no. Do you recall seeing any theatrical plays staged by your fellow inmates? No. What about any live musical performances? No. Did you ever visit the camp library? What camp library...? Were there any escape attempts while you were there? No. Was there a secret radio receiver in camp? Not that I ever heard of. Consciously or unconsciously, Hornbeck has blotted these various activities from his memory. Baseball, for example, proved a huge morale builder at 111B, with uniforms that exactly duplicated major league teams in the States. Hornbeck recalls none of it.

The only three items that remain vivid in Leonard's memory: the arrival of Red Cross packages (and their importance), battalions of anti-American bedbugs, and his encounters with what appears to be a remarkable number of German military personnel who once resided in the United States. “ I must have talked to close to fifty Germans while being moved around Germany who claimed to have lived in America. Some of them spoke better English than I did.” On reflection, it's likely that the German POW prison system actively recruited bilingual personnel as a means to enhance communications between captured and captors – including evesdropping on the always-scheming kriegies.

Sergeant Angelo Spinelli, a signal corps combat photographer made prisoner in North Africa, put his POW time in Stalag 111B to good use. A non-smoker, Spinelli bartered Red Cross cigarettes with a camp guard, receiving in return this Voigtlander 35mm camera and film with which he secretly took some 1,200 photos of camp activities. Although he cannot recollect meeting Spinelli, who post-war published an illustrated book of camp life, Hornbeck may well appear in one or more of the book's many photographs.

“The Russians are coming! The Russians are coming!” Beginning in January, 1945, the Stalag 111B administration began assembling groups of prisoners for transit. Leonard finally made the list in late February, moving out in a thousand-man group. It's departure had been dangerously delayed, for which a tragic due bill was shortly forthcoming.

Less than an hour into their journey and just east of the Oder River, the POWs walked headlong into a trio of parked T-34 tanks. The Russian tank gunners briefly hesitated, then opened up with automatic weapons fire. The leading element bore the full brunt, with nearly a dozen men falling dead or wounded. As word spread to the middle and rear of the column, the POWs abandoned the road and scattered. The guards simply vanished. With calm restored – the Russians having realized their mistake – a survey was taken and most of the prisoners elected to return to 111B. But Hornbeck and half-a-dozen fellow inmates decided to keep going.

At its peak (1942), there were 120 POW camps in Germany and occupied Poland holding captives representing ten nationalities. Mortality rate among Russian prisoners – facing near-total neglect and often confined in open-air compounds – peaked at 6,000 per day by January, 1942, with dozens of documented cases of cannibalism. Of the 5.6 million Soviet captives, only 1.5 million survived to war's end. In this scene, desperate Russian POWs attempt to beg or barter for food scraps over a barbed wire enclosure. German guards often shot at prisoners of other nationalities for tossing food or medicines into the Russenlager enclosures. Stalag 111B, Hornbeck's “home” for eight months, alone held 30,000 Soviets.

Their journey was a long and perilous one – rather resembling a foot-sore, ragtag excursion with no immediate destination. The intent was to connect with either American or British forces, but none were to be found. Finally acknowledging their dilemma, Leonard and his group crossed into Poland and headed for Warsaw. Food and shelter enroute proved scarce; conversely, nasty surprises were plentiful at nearly every turn. Entering an abandoned house, Leonard pulled back the covers on a down-filled bed in eager anticipation of a blessed night's sleep. But Hornbeck had company; a youthful female stared back, sightless. Either a suicide, Leonard reflects, or more likely the victim of yet another drunken Russian soldier. The Dirty-Half-Dozen, as they might be labeled, also learned not to hitch rides in open trucks, having once been frost-bitten by the onrushing night air. Through it all, Leonard nurtured a soft spot for the Polish civilians who so willingly shared what little they had. “Once we were invited to join some Russian soldiers roasting a pig over an open fire,” Hornbeck recalls. “We filled our bellies but there was still a good bit left over. So I asked the Russians if I could give the rest to some Poles.” A torrent of Russian curse words filled the air, and Hornbeck quickly abandoned the idea.

Hornbeck well remembers helping dig a latrine trench much like this one at Stalag 111B. “Got a lot of exercise,” Leonard recalls. Dysentery in camp was rampant – far more prevalent than the common cold. Wide wooden planks laid across the open ditches served as commodes; toilet paper consisted of – whatever. Motto: “Rain, snow, shine – watch your step!”

Continuing their trek, the group reached the Ukrainian border. Leonard was still wearing his tattered D-Day jump suit. Attempting to cross, the POWs were stopped and forbidden entry. But rather than simply sending them on their way, this time the Russians placed them in detention. Weeks passed, and then without warning the group was put on a train headed for the port of Odessa on the Black Sea. On the same train was Bill Pledger, a Buffs regiment British rifleman taken prisoner in 1940 – who spent 3-1/2 miserable years laboring in a Silesian coal mine before escaping.

HAPPY FEET! Hornbeck jumped into Normandy wearing a pair of specialized boots identical to these – available in 110 (!) different sizes. The fortified footwear saved Len's feet when a German stick grenade exploded only inches away. Corcorans are still made and sold today – 69 years later, and virtually unchanged except for the price – $120 a pair.

For Pledger, arrival at Odessa proved to be his 'day of days.' “I remember about a thousand men gathered together – French and American G.I.s mostly, plus some paratroopers from the 101st. It was quite a stirring march to the quay, led by a Russian Army band. We passed by the Potemkin Steps, made famous in the silent film about the Russian Revolution.”

At dockside, Pledger and Hornbeck and all the others boarded the S.S. Highland Princess, a converted cruise ship. Destination: Port Said, Egypt. There, the Americans were segregated and along with other collected ex-POWs yearning for home, took passage to Boston on a Madson liner.

No more boxcars and slop buckets. No more appelle (roll calls) in the pouring rain and blowing snow. No more rotten cabbage soup nor latrine trenches. No more lice-ridden straw mattresses. No more neins and nyets.

Just miles of majestic Douglas fir trees, stretching to the horizon....
* * ** *

Copyright © 2011 Tony Welch 

Written by Tony Welch. If you have questions or comments on this article, please contact Tony Welch at:
scriptony@hotmail.com.

About the author:
Tony Welch has recorded oral histories of WWII veterans in seven states. His interest in preserving first-person battlefield accounts began a half-century ago, when as a U.S. Navy journalist he began "picking the brains" of senior enlisted men. Says Welch: "If they had four or more hash marks on their sleeve and campaign ribbons on their chest, they were fair game."

Published online: 06/05/2011.

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