For capturing important
military documents from a German officer whom he had killed behind the
Nazi lines, Alfred W. Raymond (second from left), of 57 Maple St., a
parachute veteran, was awarded the Military Medal of the British Army
during brief ceremonies in the local army recruiting office yesterday.
The presentation was made by Peter J. Nolan (right) vice consul for great
Britain in Philadelphia. Looking on are Maj. Karl Osenlund (left),
Army Reserve Corps director in this area, and Capt. Irvin Kittelsaa of the
recruiting office. Raymond won the British decoration for his
bravery on December 7, 1944, during the "Battle of the Bulge", on Hero
Hill in Belgium, when his unit of the 82nd Airborne Division was attached
to a British Division. The Reading youth also holds two Bronze Stars
from the American Army for feats performed while on patrol behind enemy
lines. (Eagle Staff Photo)
(This article appeared in
the "Reading Eagle), date not known.)
(courtesy of Irv Shanley)
Consul to Present
Award for Valor At Ceremony Here
The British Army,
which has been trying for almost two years to give him one of its
highest military awards, finally has caught up with Alfred W. Raymond,
Reading combat veteran.
Raymond, who lives at 537 Maple
St.,
will receive the British Army's Military Medal next Monday afternoon, in
brief
ceremonies at
the Army Recruiting Office, 500 Penn St.
A former member of
the 82nd Airborne Division who twice won the Bronze Star for action
against the Nazis. Raymond isn't just sure [obscured].
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In the Army from October, 1942, until September, 1945, Raymond made two
combat jumps with the 82nd Airborne, one in Normandy and the second in
Holland. On patrol in Normandy, he was trapped behind German lines for
12
hours, but got back to the American forces with five Nazi prisoners in
tow. For that, Raymond was awarded the Bronze Star.
Brought Tanks to
Rescue
In Holland, during another patrol, his section was pinned down by enemy fire,
and he was sent back to his own lines for reinforcements. He met
several American tanks on the way back, climbed atop one of them, and
directed their fire into the Nazis, providing cover for the pinned-down
American section, who escaped. Raymond again won the Bronze Star.
The incident
during the Bulge followed several weeks later, and since then the
British Army has been trying to catch up with the Reading veteran, who
is married and has two children.
THE MILITARY MEDAL
No. 13132346 Private First Class Alfred W. RAYMOND,,
United States Army
On 27th
December 1944, on Heid De Heirlot Hill, Belgium, Private First Class
Alfred W. RAYMOND, S-2 Section Leader, distinguished himself by gallant
action against the enemy. Private First Class Alfred W. RAYMOND
volunteered to penetrate enemy lines during the hours of darkness to
secure identification of hostile units. Although fired upon all
along his route, he made his way through the hostile lines, killed a
German soldier and retrieved papers containing important tactical
information. His courage and skill in the performance of this
hazardous duty contributed much to the success of his unit in future
operations against the enemy.
[The British National Archives, Kew, Richmond, Surrey, TW9 4DU] |
American
Dies, Not in Vain, as Buddies Get Data on Nazis |
BY JACK BELL
With the U. S. 1st Army In
Belgium, Feb. 8.--(CDN) -- The attack was due to jump off.
What lay ahead? "Get some prisoners," ordered the general at corps headquarters. The order went "through the channels" to the division general,
through regiment, battalion, company and down to the
intelligence and reconnaissance platoon where the captain
said, "all right, sergeant; get ready." Sgt. Alfred Raymond of Reading, Pa., picked up two extra clips of
ammunition, stuffed a couple of K rations in his pockets,
attached two grenades to his blouse just under his shoulders
where he could get them quickly, called a curt "Okay, let's
travel," to Cpl. Ted LaFree and a private, and slipped
through the forest down a ravine into the dusk. Out there, between the armies, it's deadly business. Sentries
listen to every sound, guns are cocked and trigger fingers
are eager. Jackets must not brush tree branches or shoes
tread on infirm sticks. Even breathing is dangerous, for it
is no-man's-land where they shoot first and don't even
investigate later. Raymond, rated the best scout in the 82nd Airborne Division knew
what was wanted; he also knew that the trio was on the most
dangerous of all missions "Go get prisoners." It means, when
troops aren't moving, that you've got to surprise and
capture an enemy quietly, to prevent a hail of fire, almost
means life instead of death. The night was bitterly cold, but they had to move slowly,
often standing for long periods to be sure they weren't
detected. When they drew near a machinegun nest, they dropped to their bellies and crawled silently through the
snow. Raymond cursed to himself when he saw that the gunners
had posted sentries, one directly in front of them. This
made flanking out of the question because they could hear
the Germans talking in their trenches 10 yards from the
sentry. LaFree was on the other side, the private was back
50 yards. Along the path beside Raymond, German soldiers
were coming forward. It was a tense moment. |
Then it happened! Back of them a branch cracked, whip-like in
the cold silence. Raymond instinctively thought. "That
damned kid; hope he ducks." Even as the thought flashed
through his brain, the sentry's rifle cracked. A German
machine-gunner and a burp-gunner poured lead toward the
unfortunate private. Raymond felt better when LaFree,
realizing they were detected, blazed away with his Tommy gun
at the machine-gun nest. Amid the rattle of fire, Raymond's
rifle, which spoke out once, went unnoticed—but the sentry
dropped into the snow. The Germans ran back along the path
followed by those from the nest. Raymond heard them tumble
into holes. Then silence, so violently interrupted, stole back again; silence
so tense and intense Raymond hardly dared to breathe.
Getting prisoners was out of the question, but out
there in the snow, in sight of the sergeant and the Germans
as well, lay a dead German —and the general wanted
information. The sergeant didn't hesitate. Silently he crawled to the inert
form. Using the body to shield him from the Germans, he
slipped one hand deftly into the dead man's pockets,
withdrew his papers and vanished into the friendly shadows
of the forest. LaFree was waiting for him beside the private, whose name I cannot
tell you—because he lay dead. The broken snow told how he
had fallen, struggled a little and become still. They dared
not try to carry the body back, so they left him there. The captain swore softly, because the lad was loved by all his
comrades. The colonel grabbed the German's paper eagerly and
military intelligence rubbed its hands gleefully. The
information vitally affected operations when the 82nd went
into action the next day. The lad in the field did not mind the cold which crept through his
body, and toward morning the kindly snow wove a blanket over
him gently.[The Evening Bulletin & Chicago Daily News, Inc.
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