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D-Day: ‘An act of love saved my grandpop’ – how a framed photo of veteran’s wife saved his life
When my grandfather Charles “Charlie” Truman reached the shores of Normandy on 6 June 1944 as part of 150,000 Allied troops seeking to free France – and the rest of Western Europe – of the Nazis, he didn’t think he would ever be seeing his pregnant wife again.
But a decision he made the night before ended up saving his life.
Then 26, he was among the first of 150,000 Allied troops landing on Sword Beach for Operation Overlord, the historic invasion of northern France which would end up marking the beginning of the end of the Second World War.
Wounded British troops at Sword Beach on 6 June 1944 Pic: AP/British Navy
On the night before the invasion and as troops descended into the landing craft, they were ordered to leave their bags behind.
My grandpop, as I called him, was never really one to disobey but faced by the daunting uncertainty of what kind of fate awaited him, he decided to keep one item: a silver frame with a picture of his wife Joyce.
She was five months pregnant with their first daughter – my aunt.
Charlie at the time was 26 and an infantryman
At dawn, a few hours after making that impulsive decision, he was running hard and fast, pushing inland after landing on the Normandy beach.
Their objective was a German bunker complex codenamed Hillman.
He ran ahead of his company, unaware of the size of the Hillman fortress ahead of him – an aerial photo provided by intelligence just days before D-Day showed the fortification covered in vegetation, thus rendering the real scale of it invisible.
My granddad was shot twice as he ran towards a German bunker complex
Underground, 60 German soldiers were inside the network of bunkers.
Charlie and his comrades from A Company came under heavy machine gun fire, as they advanced with fixed bayonets.
The troops were aiming for a bunker complex codenamed Hillman
Charlie was spotted by German gunners and shot down by enemy fire.
One bullet hit Charles in the lungs and knocked him down. A second round came in immediately, this time aimed at his chest.
That second bullet hit what became my grandfather’s personal body armour – that silver photo frame – and deflected through his arm.
He patched himself up with the single dressing he had, and started to crawl back down towards the beach.
Losing a dangerous amount of blood, he had to stop. Help came when fellow troops found him and carried him back where he awaited the medic boats, with shrapnel falling all around the casualties along the shoreline.
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Charlie took his sweetheart with him for Operation Overlord
Unlike so many of his comrades that day, Charlie made it back to England. He spent 16 weeks in chest units all over the country.
A brief telegram was sent to my pregnant grandmother explaining her husband was in a critical condition.
She made her way down alone to the south coast to find him, not knowing what condition he was in.
It had been bad – at one point he was removed from resuscitation and read his last rites, but he pulled through.
My grandfather, like so many other veterans who survived that D-Day, didn’t repeat the stories very often.
I know it troubled him for years. But when he did, he always said that a combination of luck and love had saved him in those moments.
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It’s hard to pick out the most memorable survival stories from the veterans of D-Day, especially when it becomes ingrained within your own family’s history.
My grandfather, Charles “Charlie” Truman was born and raised in Lincolnshire. He started working from seven years old, making deliveries for the family’s butcher shop, whilst learning the trade along the way.
He left school at 14 and became a full-time butcher until the outbreak of war in 1939.
Sophie Garratt’s D-Day granddad’s running team
The same year, he joined the Suffolk Regiment (now Royal Anglian Regiment), and became the runner for his company.
Runners were expected to carry out their duties swiftly. As Charlie had always excelled at cross-country, he was a natural for this job.
As a child, he would let me run my fingers on the bullet wounds, never really wanting to go into the fear and horror he would have seen that day.
He lost several friends, and was so close to death himself, spared only by an act of love.
Charlie Truman died in December 2011.