| Early
on a crisp September morning in 1944, two cyclists taking cover
in a small French town near the Luxembourg border decided that
it was safe at last to venture out into the countryside. The
nighttime rumble of tanks had died away. Les Américains
seemed firmly in control. If one met them, one might even be
given a little piece of le choclat. So the men mounted up and
swept along the road that passed the bivouac. They sniffed the
smoke of cooking fires in the cold autumn air. They noted the
usual scattering of grimy, mud-stained vehicles, partly hidden
under tattered camouflage nets: a couple of trucks, some trailers
and a few big M-4 tanks with their mighty guns poking out from
the cover of trees and netting.
Then,
a young American sentry stopped the pair. He was friendly
enough, but firm: they must explain where they were going
and why. The Frenchmen replied as well as they could until,
all at once, they stiffened and fell silent, their eyes wide
in astonishment. For over the sentry's shoulder they saw four
GIs in muddy battle jackets and dull green helmets walk over
to a monstrous tank and, with one man at each corner, simply
pick it up, turn it around and set it down again. Thus, or
so the story goes at any rate, was the cover of the 603rd
Engineer Camouflage Battalion broken and the security of a
neighboring armored division imperiled at a critical moment
in the Allied offensive. Fortunately, no damage was done.
The 603rd
was one of four units that formed what was perhaps the most
enigmatic outfit ever fielded in battle, a group called the
23rd Headquarters Special Troops. The 23rd's troops were "special,"
all right. They specialized in impersonating other troops.
The war with Germany came to a close 40 years ago this mouth.
For 268 days in mid-1944 and early l945, the 23rd's 82 officers
and 1.023 enlisted men pretended. at one time or another,
to be the 5th Armored Division, the 4th Infantry Division,
the 6th Armored Division, the 90th Infantry Division and many
other Army outfits hard at work in the hedgerows and forests
of northern Europe. With inflatable rubber guns and vehicles,
with ever-changing shoulder patches, stencils to make phony
signs, and with amplified recordings of heavy equipment in
action, the 23rd played role alter role. Its men fired only
a few shots in anger, but plenty for the sake of theatrics.
The purpose
of all of that razzle-dazzle was to fool the enemy and, by
doing so, enable the troops that the 23rd was impersonating
to sneak into new positions, to launch a surprise attack or
in some other way to catch the other side off guard. Sebastian
Messina, a radioman with the 23rd from Worcester, Massachusetts
likened his unit's modus operandi to the old football Statue
of Liberty play, with variations. "Suppose the Umpteenth
Division is holding a certain sector," he told a newspaperman
after the war. "Well, we move in, secretly of course,
and they move out, We then faithfully ape the Umpteenth in
everything the Germans were accustomed to seeing them do or
have, assume their identity totally. Then the Umpteenth, which
the Boches think is in front of them, is suddenly kicking
them in the pants ten miles to their rear." Deception
was used as a military tactic long before the Greeks slipped
their wooden horse into Troy, but it didn't really come into
its own, in a systematic and organized way until World War
II. The advent of sophisticated reconnaissance and intelligence
techniques, together with unprecedented battlefield mobility,
put a new premium on the possibilities of tactical spoofing.
Field Marshal Bernard Montgomery pulled off an elaborate hoax
in the British Eighth Army's decisive victory over Erwin Rommel's
Afrikan Korps at El Alamein in North Africa, and the United
States deftly faked out Germany's intelligence experts prior
to the Battle of Tunisia, The success of those exercises in
camouflage and cover plans he1ped convince American strategists
of the need for a chameleon like ghost army in the European
theater. Early in 1944, therefore, the War Department authorized
the formation of just such an outfit, the 23rd.
Three
units were hurriedly assembled front around the country for
training and reorientation at Camp Forest in Tennessee. The
mission of the 23rd's Signal Company was to develop and employ
radio counter intelligence tricks. The 406th Engineer Combat
Company, a disciplined fighting unit trained in desert warfare,
was put in charge of all around security and tough construction
jobs. The aforementioned 603rd Engineer Camouflage Battalion
had already been experimenting with deceptive installations
for nearly two years. It was given the responsibility for
camouflage and dummy equipment. Yet another outfit, the 3132nd
Signal Service Company, was trained separately at the Army
Experimental Station in Pine Camp, New York, where it pioneered
in the development of "sonic deception" techniques.
The 603rd
epitomized the creative character of the 23rd. It was composed
largely of artistic types who had been recruited from New
York, Philadelphia and Chicago. Some of them had known each
other while attending various colleges and universities, and
such prestigious art and design schools as the Pratt Institute,
Cooper Union and the Art Institute of Chicago. The average
IQ of the 603rd was 119, rumored to be the highest in the
Army.
Many of
the 603rd's recruits were destined to achieve fame and success
after the war was over. There was a young fellow named Bill
Blass, for example, who wanted to set himself up as a fashion
designer some day. Others included Ellsworth Kelly, artist
and an originator of the "hard edge" painting, whose
work now hangs in the Museum of Modern Art: George Diestel,
who became a famous Hollywood set designer; Art Kane, a well
known photographer: Arthur Singer, one of the country's most
respected bird painters; and Arthur Shilstone, a distinguished
illustrator whose work, appropriately enough, adorns this
article. Still others became influential university professors,
industrial designers and creative directors or i1lustrators
with advertising agencies.
Notwithstanding
their artistic temperaments, the men of the 603rd were required
to endure the torment and boredom of training, marching, drilling
and KP duty like any other GIs. It was not a burden always
nobly borne. One battalion mess sergeant gained notoriety
for making KPs clean his filthy grease pits. "I want
to be able to see my face in there!" he would bellow.
I guess there's no accounting for taste," an artist soldier
snapped back one day. "You just got yourself a whole
week of KP," the sergeant roared. Sometimes it all seemed
a bit like Beetle Bailey.
For nearly
two years, the 603rd was stationed at Fort Meade in Maryland,
where it was required to do the same drills over and over,
fixing camouflage nets and painting camouflage on trucks an
artistic accomplishment, Shilstone recalls, that "any
chimpanzee could have done as well." As time dragged
on the men began to lose hope of ever leaving. "The 603rd
will never go overseas," they repeated to each other
so often that the phrase almost began to take on the significance
of a unit watchword.
Gradually,
the distinctions between the artists and the others began
to blur. They all groused together, drank together and brawled
together. But the differences never did vanish completely.
A few of the troops filled their off hours sketching. One
man kept a Stradivari violin in his barracks. A young dress
designer, rich and spoiled, sat on his bunk eating chocolates
and endlessly writing letters. One night long after taps,
the stillness of the 603rd barracks was broken by the sound
of low voices engaged in muffled but earnest conversation.
"And there we were at Toots Shor's," one man whispered,
"when, Mother came in wearing this blue sequin dress
"
When the
603rd, sketchbooks and all, finally pulled up stakes at Fort
Meade and arrived at Camp Forrest in January 1944, it was
met by Colonel Harry Reeder, a savvy career man, Reeder had
studied at a service school in Paris and commanded a crack
armored infantry regiment. Nothing in his experience had prepared
him for his assignment as bead of the 23rd. In a wonderfully
engaging official history of the unit, Frederic Fox, who was
a captain in the Signal Company, recalls the scene this way:
"Since no one knew how a deception unit was supposed
to operate, the training program was not easy to write. Officers,
who had once commanded 32-ton tanks, felt frustrated and helpless
with a battalion of rubber M4s, 95 pounds fully inflated.
The adjustment from Man-of-action to man-of-wile was most
difficult."
Difficult
or not, the adjustment had to be made. The men practiced setting
off flash devices, canisters with small charges triggered
by electricity, to simulate artillery barrages. They considered
how to achieve large-scale deception using their radio equipment.
They learned how to deploy their dummy vehicles and artillery
weapons, which were inflated with small motor-operated compressors.
The signal service unit training up in New York worked on
its own unusual repertoire: amplified recordings of tanks,
half-tracks and jeeps that would be used at night to fool
the Germans into thinking that entire armored divisions were
on the move.
Then,
one night in early May, the main body of the U.S. Army's first
and only tactical warfare deception unit trooped aboard the
USS Henry Gibbons in New York harbor and embarked for Great
Britain. There, the 23rd bivouacked for a month in six-man
tents on the elegant grounds of a Victorian manor near Stratford-on-Avon.
The British called the place Walton HaIl; the GIs called it
Mouldy Manor. "Training by all units was continued,"
Fox notes in his chronicle, "with considerable emphasis
on athletics and recreation." Parties were held. Some
of the men attended Shakespearean productions at Stratford;
others passed the time relaxing at the Leamington Spa.
After
about half of the command had departed for France, the remainder,
some 600 men, spent a week waiting their turn at Charborough
Park, the rambling estate of Adm. Lord Reginald Ernst-Ernie
Drax, KCB, DSO. Often, while the enlisted men watched deer
and played baseball on the manicured lawns, the Admiral invited
the officers in to enjoy a glass of port and a warm bath.
Everything went swimmingly until the day before the men pulled
out, when their chagrined host announced haughtily: "Someone
has beeeen in my sherry!"
It took
two months, two planes and nine ships to transport the entire
unit to France. The first detachments hit the beach shortly
after D-Day and four men were wounded. Victor Dowd, a platoon
sergeant with the 603rd and now an illustrator living in Connecticut,
touched down with his platoon on Omaha Beach in a C-47 transport
plane at D-Day plus seven. He wondered why there were nurses
on the plane and then he saw the wounded waiting on the beach.
Not long after that, the reality of warfare came home to John
Hapgood, who was a corporal with the 603rd and is now an artist
in New York City, when he took cover under a railroad car
with fellow artist Phil Hornthal. German shells were crashing
all around them. Between explosions, one of the men shouted
sardonically, "The 603rd will never go overseas!"
The 23rd's
acting debut, Operation Elephant, was greeted with mixed reviews.
It took place in the forest near Cerisv-la-Foret, France,
in early July and involved about 400 men who were assigned
the task of simulating combat elements of the 2nd Armored
Division while that unit secretly took up a new position.
German units were maintaining a defensive position nearby.
As the armored division moved out, the 23rd moved in, replacing
real tanks with dummies and substituting rubber artillery
for steel weapons.
Did it
work? An official digest of the 23rd's operations concludes
that the deception was effective because the Germans, expecting
an attack in the vicinity where the 23rd was operating, held
their position while the U.S. tanks made their move. However,
historian Fox suspects that "little good was done."
The main problem had to do with the fact that the 2nd Armored
Division carried out its move in broad daylight with no attempt
at secrecy. The need for better liaison and stricter camouflage
measures, borrowed shoulder patches, simulated supply dumps,
and cover stories concocted for consumption by enemy collaborators
was assiduously observed from then on. It wasn't long, in
fact, before the 23rd had a voluminous file on visual identifications
and the men suffered many a bloody finger sewing bogus shoulder
patches on their uniforms before going into action.
In Operation
Brest, which took place outside the great French port city
in late August the 23rd put on a terrific show. Its principal
objective was to bluff the Germans into surrendering the city.
The 23rd was supposed to impersonate two tank battalions and
a field artillery battalion. This it did, augmenting real
units already in place with "troops," using dummies,
spoof radio installations and a variety of misleading special
effects. The 23rd kept up a pretense of routine firing by
setting off its flash canisters; as was often the case in
subsequent operations, a few authentic weapons remained in
place to add substance to the sham.
On three
successive nights, men of the 23rd approached within 500 yards
of the enemy lines and projected their amplified recordings
of tanks approaching, taking up positions and withdrawing.
Engines roared. Gears clashed and ground. Voices shouted in
the dark, orders, counter orders, frustrated cursing at yet
another Army snafu. Friendly troops a mile away were completely
fooled and so, apparently, was the enemy. The dummy flash
batteries drew repeated counter fire and the German Commander
at Brest, General Herman B. von Ramcke, later testified that
he had been taken in by the armored act. Von Ramcke, with
a force of approximately 38,000 men, 17,000 more than U.S.
intelligence estimated, had already made a decision to stand
and fight. But even though Brest did not fall until mid-September,
the 23rd's theatrics were successful.
The American
offensive began to bog down, but in eastern France the 23rd
kept on the move. Its men enjoyed onion soup and Cointreau
in Torcy, uncovered an immense German cache of cognac in Les
Garangers and bought perfume in Paris. In southern Luxembourg,
they assumed the guise of an armored division and managed
to checkmate a duped German infantry division for seven days.
In Belgium, the 23rd realistically simulated still another
U.S. outfit ostensibly lolling about at a rest camp. The unit
supported a "river-crossing demonstration" near
Uckange, France, facilitating a surprise crossing of the Moselle
elsewhere by the U.S. 90th Infantry Division. After the German
breakout in early December, the Great Deceivers used their
bag of tricks to help cover the movement of an infantry division
into the Bulge.
As Sebastian
Messina pointed out, much of the 23rd's energy was devoted
to obscuring the movement of other troops. In a typical cover
operation, the 23rd's actors stayed in plain sight in the
area they were supposed to be holding. They kept fires burning
at night and visited supply dumps regularly. Having been briefed
on the recent history of the outfit they were "playing,"
they chatted with civilians about things anyone in the real
unit would know. Arthur Shilstone clearly recalls riding around
villages in trucks for hours. At the rear, the two outside
men would wear the proper patches and no one could see whether
the rest of the truck's complement of 12 was inside the canopy
or not.
When impersonating
an armored unit, the 23rd often-used half-tracks to scar the
ground with tread marks like those of tanks. Then the rubber
tanks would appear, partly hidden by netting and sometimes
augmented by a real tank or two. The dummies were always inflated
at night, which took about half an hour using the compressor
pumps. As the air entered, they would squirms like sulphur
snakes.
There
were problems, of course. Since the dummy equipment was positioned
in the dark, an inflated tank would sometime be discovered
in the morning facing the wrong way, a dead giveaway to aerial
reconnaissance. (That's why those two French cyclists saw
a tank being picked up and turned around.) The morning sun
could cause trouble, too. One day some rubber planes began
collapsing with a series of loud reports because the sun heated
air had expanded. There was trouble with leaks, too. The troops
dreaded the sight of limp gun barrels at first light, when
the German reconnaissance planes usually flew over.
It was
difficult to gauge the effects of the 23rd's operations. There
were times when they appeared to have no impact whatsoever.
There were other times when they confused friend more than
foe. Often enough, though, the Germans were completely hoodwinked.
Prisoners spoke in awed terms of an "elusive" division.
A map overlay captured before one engagement showed that the
enemy had mistakenly positioned a U.S. unit right where the
23rd wanted them to think it was. Even Axis Sally, the notorious
German radio propagandist, was taken in by that ploy. Given
its flair for the dramatic, it was perhaps inevitable that
the 23rd's most impressive battlefield performance would be
its last. In March, the United States crossed the Rhine at
Remagen, but the Ninth Army was held up near the river at
Viersen, not far from the Dutch border. One of the Ninth's
three corps moved north under the cover of darkness and prepared,
in absolute secrecy, for a real assault on the Rhine. The
23rd teamed up with the Ninth's other two corps to engage
in a bogus buildup designed to convince the enemy that a crossing
would be attempted near Viersen in April. Engineers built
facilities and paraded about with bridging equipment. Medical
installations were set up and a vehicle control center broadcast
news of heavy traffic. The 23rd's "notional divisions"
made a brazen show of themselves around Viersen. Each one
had nearly 400 rubber vehicles, including five liaison planes,
and aerial photos of their installations looked remarkably
authentic. All of the 23rd's sonic tricks and special effects
were brought into full play.
It was
a show that would have warmed the cockles of Cecil B. DeMille's
heart, and it worked. The real Rhine crossing in March came
as a complete surprise to the Germans and many American 1ives
were saved. For its efforts, the 23rd received the next best
thing to an Oscar, a formal commendation for "careful
planning, minute attention to detail, and diligent execution"
from the Ninth Army's commander.
The 23rd
was inactivated in September 1945. Unlike many returning soldiers,
whose exp1oits have been emblazoned across the pages of the
nation's newspapers, the men of the 23rd came discover that
Americans didn't know any more about them than the Germans
did. The reason: everything they'd done had been classified
"top secret." But at least, to the inevitable question,
"What did you do in the war, Dad?" veterans of the
ghost army could honestly respond: "I blew up tanks and
guns, Son."
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