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Naples, and the supplies that were to be delivered through the harbor, were essential to a swift Allied advance on Rome. Knowing this, Kesselring had ordered his engineers to render the port unusable—and they used the two weeks between 16 September and 1 October to destroy equipment and supplies, set booby traps, and mine the roads in and through the city. For several weeks after the Allies' arrival, there were still booby traps and delayed-fuse bombs going off in Naples.
Once again the British-American attack ground to a snail's pace. For three months, Kesselring's highly disciplined troops fought a series of effective delaying actions—mining roadways, blowing up bridges, and ambushing every Allied advance as he slowly withdrew north to his
Winterstellung
—or “winter position.”
Meanwhile, SS troops began systematically rounding up Italian Jews and transporting them to Auschwitz, Poland, for extermination. The first “shipment,” 1,100 Roman Jews—two-thirds of them women and children—departed for the killing center on 18 October. Only fourteen men and one woman survived. Within a month, 8,360 Italian Jews had been deported.
The Germans' meticulous records showed that 7,749 of them were murdered in Hitler's
Endloesung
—his “Final Solution.”
By the time Roosevelt, Churchill, and Stalin met for the “Eureka Conference” in Tehran on 28 November 1943, supplies were flowing well through Naples, but the Allied advance on Rome was consuming men and materiel at an alarming rate. Skillfully using the terrain to the defenders' advantage, Kesselring inflicted heavy Allied casualties by contesting every hilltop and river crossing during a series of bitterly fought Allied offensives. On Christmas Day, 1943, instead of celebrating the liberation of Rome, the Allies were being held in check seventy miles south of the city, along the German's heavily fortified Gustav Line.
Anchored at Gaeta in the west and Pescara in east, Kesselring's defenses included more than 75,000 landmines, bunkers, revetments, and dug-in tanks and artillery. The German 1st Parachute Division—one of the finest units in the Wehrmacht—held Monte Cassino, a sixth-century mountaintop abbey and the linchpin of the Gustav Line. By controlling the Monte Cassino heights, they blocked access to the Liri Valley and the approaches to Rome.
On 31 December 1943, Eisenhower was officially transferred to London to take over preparations for Operation Overlord—the cross-channel invasion of Hitler's “Festung Europa”—Fortress Europe. Two days later Ike's successor, General Sir Harold Alexander, the new Allied commander in the Mediterranean, dusted off a proposal for bypassing the Gustav Line defenses that Eisenhower had earlier discarded.
Dubbed Operation Shingle, the plan that Eisenhower rejected called for a diversionary amphibious assault at Anzio—on Italy's west coast—thirty miles from Rome and fifty miles north of the Gustav Line. Ike had vetoed the operation because he believed it would consume men, materiel, and shipping necessary to both Overlord and Anvil/Dragoon—the invasion of southern France. He was also concerned that putting an Allied force so far behind enemy lines risked annihilation if the element of surprise was lost.
General Alexander, convinced by Churchill that Rome must be captured, had no such qualms and promptly resurrected Shingle. After several days of debate with General Mark Clark's 5th Army planners, General John
P. Lucas, commanding the U.S. VI Corps, was ordered to carry out the Anzio assault—not as a diversionary operation, but as a major Allied offensive.
Lucas was allocated more than 375 U.S. and British ships—including sixty LSTs and 2,600 Allied aircraft—to support landing elements of the U.S. 1st Armored Division, the U.S. 3rd, 34th, and 45th Infantry Divisions, the British 1st and 5th Infantry Divisions, a full brigade of U.S. Army Rangers, and two regiments of the U.S. 82nd Airborne at Anzio.
Seven days after coming ashore, Lucas was to link up with the remainder of Mark Clark's reinforced 5th Army—which was to have punched through the Gustav Line and headed north. The entire force was then to make a final push into Rome. It
almost
worked.
On 20 January 1944, the U.S. II Corps began its assault on the Gustav Line—with the U.S. 36th Infantry Division attacking to force a crossing of the icy-cold, fast-flowing Rapido River. Two days later, at 0200, after a very brief pre-H-Hour bombardment to preserve surprise, Lucas started landing his VI Corps at Anzio.
The Germans were completely surprised. The landings—the British on the left and the Americans on the right—were virtually unopposed. By dark on 22 January, Lucas had more than 35,000 men and 3,250 vehicles ashore and moving rapidly inland. Within the next seventy-two hours, the VI Corps had established a beachhead that was more than six miles deep and ten miles wide—but still well short of the Alban hills, the high ground that overlooked the Anzio beaches.
Then, Lucas learned that far to his south, the 36th Division had been repulsed with horrific losses at the Rapido River. Units of II Corps that were to have been charging north through a gap in the Gustav Line were in fact not able to move even a mile in the direction of Anzio.
Concerned that the link-up force from the south would not be able to break through the Gustav Line before the Germans counter-attacked his shallow beachhead at Anzio, Lucas ordered a halt to further offensive movement and directed that the units already ashore dig in. Meanwhile, under
harassing attacks from the Luftwaffe, he completed his build-up of forces and supplies ashore.
Kesserling, initially stunned by the audacity of the Allied landing at Anzio, was subsequently surprised that Lucas did not exploit the situation. Noting that the lead elements of the Allied force had not advanced to the Alban hills, he began moving every available German not committed to the immediate defense of the Gustav Line to prepare for a major counter-attack against the Anzio beachhead. Among them there were the Hermann Goring and 4th Parachute Divisions—two of the best in the Wehrmacht.
By 29 January, Lucas had almost 70,000 troops, 500 artillery pieces, and 250 tanks ashore. Confident that he had landed sufficient troops and supplies to renew his offensive, he ordered the breakout from the beachhead to commence on the night of 30–31 January. The 1st and 3rd Ranger Battalions were to spearhead the attack by infiltrating German lines and seizing a strategic road intersection in the small town of Cisterna. Corporal Raymond Sadoski, a Connecticut Yankee, was among the elite Rangers committed to that operation. Neither he nor his comrades knew that the Germans were preparing a counter-offensive of their own—and would meet them in force.
CORPORAL RAYMOND T. SADOSKI, US ARMY
1st Ranger Battalion
Anzio, Italy
31 January 1944
I was in First Ranger Battalion, a BAR gunner. We saw action first in North Africa, and then in Sicily. By the end of operations in Sicily we were guarding Italian POWs near Messina. A lot of them spoke English and one of them said to me, “Hey, how about this—we're going to the States and you're going to stay here and fight.” It was kind of crazy.
On January 22, 1944, we landed at Anzio. Other than the lousy weather—cold and overcast—it was like a walk in the park. We had to cross a lot of open terrain, which I didn't like at all, 'cause the Germans could see us.
A few days after the landing the lieutenant and I went to a meeting with our battalion commander. He said that the orders had come down that we weren't supposed to take any more patrols further inland—that we were to “dig in.”
We were set up just to the northeast of Anzio port. The Germans had pulled out so fast they had left a 20 mm Italian anti-aircraft gun sitting there. All our guys were horsing around, getting on the gun and the like. One of the communicators from the command post told me, “Go over to that Italian gun and get that phone wire that the Germans left behind, we can use it.”
Well, instead of walking all the way out to the gun to unhook the wire, I just grabbed the wire and gave it a yank, and the whole damn gun went up in a huge explosion. The Germans had rigged that thing to blow up if anybody broke the wire.
A few nights later we were moved up to the frontlines—toward the town of Cisterna. After dark, small teams of Rangers were sent out on recon patrols in front of our position. A few hundred meters out in no-man's land we came to this road and while we were checking for mines and enemy dispositions, a German comes zipping by us on a motorcycle and almost hit one of our guys. The German stopped the bike and started to yell in German, “What's wrong with you running around like that at night? I almost killed you.”
If we hadn't been on a reconnaissance patrol, we would have killed
him
! As it was, we just hit the ground and headed back to our platoon.
A couple of nights later, on the night of 30–31 January, we were ordered to infiltrate in small groups into the town of Cisterna—and to hold it until the 3rd Infantry Division arrived in the morning. On the way into the town we came across a German checkpoint alongside the road.
We crept up on them and found two guards—but one of them was asleep. We killed them both with our knives, but not before one of them—a big guy—tried to kick the hell out of my lieutenant.
After we killed the guards, we crept into what turned out to be a German mechanized unit's assembly point. It was a well-camouflaged vehicle staging area for all kinds of tanks, half-tracks, and artillery. As close as these Germans were to our lines, it was pretty clear that they were getting ready for an attack on the beachhead.
Just before dawn, one of the Ranger infiltration teams further down the road to Cisterna got ambushed and the next thing we knew, the countryside was crawling with Germans. When the shooting started, I was right beside a German revetment packed full of ammunition cases. I heaved a hand grenade into the cache and we took off running—because you don't want to stick around when you blow up an ammunition dump. They tend to go off in all directions.
You never heard such an explosion in your life! They must have had some of everything stacked in there. I got hit with an exploded artillery shell casing, but it wasn't too serious, so I crawled over into a nearby house at the edge of the town and set up the radio. By then the battle was pretty hot—and we were taking a lot of casualties.
Even though we were outnumbered, we thought we could hold on until the units from the beachhead got to us, but then the Panzer tanks started coming in. A German tank rolled right up to where we were hiding and one of my sergeants jumped up on the tank, opened the turret, and dropped a hand grenade inside it. That was one courageous, tough sergeant.
By noon it was pretty clear that we were cut off from any help or reinforcements. The Germans had us surrounded, we were almost out of ammunition, and everybody with me was dead or wounded. Col. Bill Darby told us on the radio, “Blow up the radio and then give yourselves up.”
I used my last grenade to blow up the radio and waited for the Germans to come and kill us. When the Germans got to the house one of
their soldiers took my .45-caliber pistol and said, “
This
is a good gun. Now put your hands on your head and give up.”
We hated to surrender, but we knew if we didn't we'd all be dead.
U.S. Army Ranger Ray Sadoski was captured by the Germans during the battle at Cisterna. During the fight, 767 U.S. Army Rangers had infiltrated behind enemy lines. All but six were killed, MIA, or captured. The next day, German propaganda cameras recorded several dozen of those elite U.S. soldiers being paraded past the coliseum in Rome under the guns of their captors. They would be POWs until the end of the war.
His breakout repulsed, Lucas once again shifted to defense, while the German 14th Army continued to reinforce around the Anzio beachhead. Further south, efforts to punch a hole in the Gustav Line continued to chew up American and British units. On 11–12 February 1944, the U.S. 34th Division was driven back after a disastrous assault against German 1st Parachute Division positions surrounding the Monte Cassino Abbey. Two days later, General Alexander ordered the abbey bombed. It was one of the most controversial orders of the war in Europe—and one of the least effective for the Allies.
On 15 February, more than 400 tons of bombs dropped by 230 B-17s and B-25s turned the ancient Benedictine monastery to rubble. The 1st Parachute Division—which had until now carefully avoided setting foot on the hallowed ground—immediately occupied the hilltop, turning the wreckage into a redoubt. An Allied attack the next day by New Zealanders and Indian troops—on the heights where the monastery stood—met with disaster.
That same day at Anzio, the German 14th Army, now more than eight divisions strong, charged out of the Alban hills and smashed into the VI Corps lines protecting the beachhead. One the Americans who suddenly found himself in desperate hand-to-hand combat that afternoon was a young U.S. Army infantry captain, Felix Sparks.

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