๐บ๐ธ Most Badass Americans You Donโt Know D-Day Edition (D 5): Robert G. Cole
Lieutenant Colonel Robert G. Cole jumped into Normandy on D-Day with the Screaming Eagles of the 101st Airborne Division and became one of the most legendary figures of the entire campaign.
Born March 19, 1915, at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio, Texas, Cole was the son of an Army doctor.
He graduated from West Point in 1939, then volunteered for the paratroopers in 1941.
He rose through the ranks with lightning speed.
By D-Day he was a Lieutenant Colonel commanding the 3rd Battalion, 502nd Parachute Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division.
On the night of June 5 to 6, 1944, Cole parachuted into France behind Utah Beach.
Despite the chaos of scattered drops and heavy resistance, he quickly rallied about 75 men, seized key objectives, and helped open the way for the 4th Infantry Division coming ashore.
Five days later, the fight for Carentan was raging. Capturing the town was critical. It would finally link the forces from Utah Beach with those from Omaha Beach.
Coleโs 3rd Battalion was tasked with forcing the last bridges over the Douve River along a narrow, exposed causeway.
On June 11, 1944, his battalion advanced straight into a meat grinder. German riflemen, machine guns, mortars, and artillery from well-dug-in positions just 150 yards away pinned the entire unit to the ground.
For over an hour the fire held them in place and raked up heavy casualties. The situation looked hopeless.
Cole refused to accept it.
With disregard for his own life, he stood up in front of his men, drew his pistol, and shouted for them to fix bayonets.
He called for smoke to screen the advance, then blew his whistle and led the charge himself. He shouted:
โThese goose-stepping Heinies think they know how to fight a war! Weโre about to learn โem a lesson! Thereโs several thousand Krauts in front of us and only a few hundred left of us, but we are well able to take this thing. When I blow the whistle, I want every one of you goddamn jayhawks right on my ass!โ
Cole charged across the open ground straight into the enemy positions.
When a man fell, he grabbed the soldierโs rifle and bayonet and kept going.
His men surged forward behind him in one of the rare and incredibly ballsy bayonet charges of World War II.
They stormed the German lines in brutal close-quarters fighting, broke the enemy resistance, and secured the bridgehead.
It cost them dearly. Roughly half his battalion became casualties.
But Coleโs leadership turned an impossible situation into victory.
His actions helped seal the link between the two American beachheads and opened the road to Carentan.
In September 1944, during Operation Market Garden in the Netherlands, he was still at the front with his battalion near Best.
While personally placing orange identification panels in an open field to mark his position for friendly aircraft rather than ordering a man to do it, he was shot and killed by a German sniper.
He was 29 years old.
For his extraordinary heroism on June 11, 1944, Lieutenant Colonel Robert G. Cole was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor.
The medal was presented to his mother, widow, and son on October 30, 1944, at Fort Sam Houston, the very post where he was born.
He rests today in the Netherlands American Cemetery in Margraten, Holland.
Lieutenant Colonel Robert G. Cole is an American Badass.
Thank you, Colonel! ๐ซก๐บ๐ธ
๐บ๐ธ Most Badass Americans You Donโt Know D-Day Edition (D 4): Walter D. Ehlers
Staff Sergeant Walter D. Ehlers stormed Omaha Beach on D-Day with the Big Red One.
On June 9 and 10 he turned into a one man wrecking crew to earn the Medal of Honor.
Born May 7, 1921, in Junction City, Kansas, Ehlers grew up on a farm.
He enlisted in the Army in 1940 with his older brother Roland and fought through North Africa and Sicily before Normandy.
By D-Day he was a battle hardened Staff Sergeant and squad leader in Company L, 3rd Battalion, 18th Infantry Regiment, 1st Infantry Division.
On June 9, 1944, near Goville, France, his platoon slammed into heavily defended German strongpoints blocking the advance.
Ehlers did not wait.
Always acting as the spearhead of the attack, he repeatedly led his men against enemy positions, exposing himself to deadly fire whenever leadership was needed.
He charged far ahead of his squad, personally killing four Germans from a patrol that attacked him en route.
Then crawling under machine gun fire, he pounced on the gun crew and knocked it out of action.
Turning next to two enemy mortars protected by the crossfire of two machine guns, he led his men through a hail of bullets, killed three Germans himself, and mopped up the position.
Ehlers wasn't done.
Spotting another machine gun position, he crawled forward through the mud until he was just feet away from the bunker. He then leaped to his feet, rushed the position before the Germans could swing the barrel toward him, and single handedly killed the crew to silence the weapon.
The next day, with his platoon ordered to withdraw under heavy fire, Ehlers stood up in the open and poured fire into the semicircle of enemy positions, drawing the bulk of the fire onto himself so his men could pull back safely.
He was wounded. It didn't matter.
His BAR rifleman was also wounded so he picked him up and carried him to safety.
He then went all the way back again to retrieve that mans BAR that was left behind so the Germans couldn't take it.
After his wound was treated he refused evacuation and went back to lead his squad.
His two day rampage cleared the way for his company to push forward and secure the objective.
He survived the war, received a battlefield commission to second lieutenant, and lived to tell the tale.
He was awarded the Medal of Honor.
His brother, Roland, was killed on D-Day on Omaha Beach. While they served together in North Africa and Sicily, they had just been separated to different companies because of the Sullivan Brothers tragedy.
He rests today in Riverside National Cemetery in Riverside, California. He was the last living Medal of Honor recipient to survive the D-Day landings when he passed in 2014 at the age of 92.
Walter D. Ehlers is an American Badass
Thank you, Walter! ๐ซก๐บ๐ธ