A member of Headquarters Co.,
1st Battalion, 508th Parachute Infantry, Pvt.
[Frank J.] Circelli played poker in the early evening of June 5 with other soldiers of his outfit. When sergeants broke up the game, Frank was a few bucks ahead. It took him the best part of an hour to get dressed and inspected. He recalls that he wore only one parachute.
"All you could see was airplanes as we crossed the English Channel," Frank says. "They were above and below and alongside. When we hit land, we started getting ack-ack and stuff thrown up at us and it got very bumpy."
(The 82nd's drop called for an approach from the south and west coast of the Cotentin (Normandy) Peninsula, thence north to an area behind Utah Beach, midway the peninsula. The general mission was to prevent effective German response to the seaborne invasion or exit from the peninsula, secure bridgeheads across a large, marshy area and cause all possible havoc among the German garrison ed.)
"Our plane was bouncing like a popcorn pan but we got the red light. I was with S-2 (Intelligence) in battalion headquarters. But it all happened so quick. When we came out of the plane, we came down so damned fast you didn't know what was happening.
"We were getting tracer among us, like the Fourth of July, when I
landed in marshland. I was about knee-deep in water. Instead of
unbuckling, I cut off my 'chute and assembled my rifle. I was all
alone, couldn't hear anybody. So I crawled through the muck and
water until I heard a 'click-click."
(Each trooper had a mechanical "cricket," a child's toy, for identification purposes in the dark).
"I met up with one guy and, in 15-20 minutes there were six or seven of us. By daylight, we had 15-20 together. We didn't know where the hell we were at. About 10-11 o'clock, we ran across Capt. Adams of A Company and he formed us up; during the afternoon, we ran into a hell of a lot of Germans as we went from hedgerow to hedgerow. We shot some and chased some but we found more and more of the airborne guys. We didn't see any other Americans until five days later."
The day before that, Pvt. Circelli was wounded as he carried plasma to the 2nd Battalion. Hit in the mouth and both arms, he was placed in a slit trench that night and was sent to the hospital when the seaborne invaders met his isolated group of troopers.
[The Miami News, Miami, F'L, 06 Jun 1969, Fri, Main Edition, Page 11]