Doc Reiff |
I would often see
Jack Reiff, one of two medical officers in the 712th Tank Battalion, at
reunions. I recorded this impromptu interview in the hospitality room at the
1993 reunion in Orlando, Fla.
Jack Reiff: I was born July 24, 1918, in Muskogie, Oklahoma.
A genuine Okie from Muskogie. And when I was about 11 or 12 years old I moved
to Oklahoma City. My father was superintendent of schools in Muskogie, and then
he was superintendent of schools in Oklahoma City, from about 1929 to 1940. I
went to Oklahoma City High School Central, graduated first in my class of about
500, and then I went to the University of Oklahoma, Norman, and got a B.S.
degree. I was first in my class when I got my B.S. degree. I graduated first in
my class when I went to medical school, also, at the University of Oklahoma.
I was in the ROTC when I was in college and med school, in
horse-drawn artillery. My first contact with the Army was in horse-drawn
artillery in 1934 and '35, and I could have been a second lieutenant in
artillery with the ROTC.
In medical school, our dean was Robert U. Patterson, who had
been surgeon general in the United States Army for many years back before that,
and he encouraged everybody to join the Reserves, so we did. Then just about
that time, the war came along. But I did finish my internship at the University
of Michigan, and then went back and did it at the medical field service school
in Carlisle Barracks, Pa., where they had basic training in company
administration, like OCS, for the medics. There were 1,300 in my class, so they
started fanning them out to combat units, and I was sent to the 11th Armored
Regiment in Fort Benning. The 10th Armored Division, the 11th Armored Regiment.
The 11th Armored Regiment had been the 11th Cavalry, but they only had about 24
cavalry men as I can remember. A couple of them were medics. And one medical
sergeant, one medical technician, and three or four officers, and then about
twenty other enlisted men were spread out through the whole regiment.
We spent our whole time training the medics and giving
physical exams, physical inspections, and immunizations, which was a horrendous
thing. We had 3,000 recruits, and I was in charge of the thing. Every one had
to have three typhoid shots, three tetanus shots, and they had to be at
specified intervals. If you didn't make it between the five and seven days,
they had to start over. And the tetanus was three weeks, so there wasn't any
way to coordinate it. And the smallpox had to be read in ten days. So seven
days, ten days and two weeks, and then, of course, you've got all kind of
things, you just had to go individually, this guy needs so-and-so, so then you
get a big long list and send it to the first sergeant of the company, and he
would be on KP or on guard or on furlough. It was just real hard to get them
all there. I mean, it was a nightmare.
And then I was with the 712th from the very time it started,
when they decreased the size of the armored division. They didn't have armored
regiments anymore, just separate battalions, so I went with the 712th when it
split off. They split off another battalion at the same time, and that
battalion went to school troops at Fort Knox.
We were in a very small ship in a big convoy, the USS
Exchequer, just our battalion plus just a few other people. I don't think it
carried a thousand people. It was a banana boat that had been used just in
South America up here into Florida or someplace, and had never been out on the
ocean. Then we were crowded. Most of the men were down in the hold. The
officers had nine guys in a room that was just the size of, one cot, and one
cot, and one cot, three high, no place to put your stuff but in bed with you.
And, oh, sick, sick, sick. I'm scared. I did a lot of physical inspections
then, too, to be sure they didn't have the measles. That was another thing,
when we first had all of those recruits, they had a lot of epidemics, because
throwing all these guys together, they had measles, chicken pox and all that
kind of stuff, especially measles was very bad. That's about the only time I
ever worked in the Army hospital at Fort Benning was during a measles epidemic.
I was what they later called a combat medic. They didn't
call them medics at that time, it was a medical detachment. And we just went
with the tanks.
We crossed the English Channel in LSTs. Getting on them
was a funny thing. These two tank battalions, we got the message to go to
Southampton on the 6th of June. We had practiced, we had dry runs, but this was
sort of a surprise, and when we got down there they held us several days. And that was a scary time. We didn't know what was going on. So then we
went on LSTs, and we were on the ship several days.
And then, very tough slogging, hard going, heavy casualties
and everything until about the 24th of July, that was when they had that
1,000-bomber raid.
You said there were a lot of people scared. How did that manifest itself?
Oh, I don't know. I think that anybody that said they weren't
scared were the ones that got combat fatigue. We just didn't know what was
going on at all.
When you got inland a little bit, what did you do?
Usually, well, you've talked to [Forrest] Dixon a lot. The funny thing is
the Army had us medics set up, we had 20-year-old halftracks, like a mortar
halftrack, pulling great big trailers like the tankers use for ammunition.
That was really unhandy for us. I mean, those doors on a halftrack aren't very wide, and if you tried to put somebody in a litter, you'd bust
your knuckles, and you had to push them up above your head to one side. It was
very difficult to use it.
And I actually lost a jeep in the drink coming in on the
beach, so we got a three-quarter ton jeep, a weapons carrier, it looked
like a jeep but it was a weapons carrier. So we used that for our supplies, and
it had seats along the side. We put the litters and long stuff along the side,
supplies and blankets and all that in there. And the medical sergeant, Sergeant
Lingeman, built a cabinet that had space for everything.
We didn't go in buildings, we were living in foxholes.
What do you remember about the first day, the first casualties that came
in?
Actually, the first casualties that I saw were
Germans. They kept bringing them in. That was a little scary, too. There was one German lieutenant that we talked to, they carried their service records with
them, where we had our service records in the company, so he had the picture, and
the ID, and this guy's got a monocle, and he just looked like a typical version of a German lieutenant.
He had the monocle in his picture in his service book, of
course he didn't have it on him.
Our tank battalion was fragmented a lot. This company went
out with this unit, and this company went with that unit. So our battalion
headquarters, our battalion command and so forth and service company, we really
had a problem going out and finding out and giving immunizations and so forth.
We took care of the casualties that were close, whatever medics were close to
our people.
I took care of a lot of paratroopers and British
soldiers and infantrymen, and people from other units, because our
battalion really didn't function like a battalion, like they did in Africa,
where the whole battalion was fighting as a battalion. We had this company out
with this regiment, and this platoon with this company, and they kept switching
around, and our headquarters company didn't really command the whole battalion,
they were more or less under the command of the infantry people that they were
supporting. So it was kind of a situation, but then we always had people sick
with colds...
Les O'Riley was saying that you and Doc Wojtowich had a wounded German,
and Wojtowich accidentally snipped off a piece of his liver. Do you remember
that?
Yes, that was at the Falaise Gap. We had encircled the Germans, and had them in a pocket, and just mass destruction, so many casualties. So we had
gone out picking everybody up, and the Germans had used paper bandages. We used
gauze. I don't know if it was a medical thing, or just financial necessity. Anyway, this guy had a big wound, and of course, a wound of entrance is always
smaller than a wound of exit, so the wound was in the front and he had a big
bandage on. Yet the German medics had put a big bandage on the wound of
entrance, but the wound of exit was much bigger, and the tails of the bandage
and everything were back, sticking out the back, and messed up a little trying
to cut off the bandages.
He [O'Riley] called us the liver-snipper. Hepatectomy.
Oh, what a deal. After that, see, there was so much death and
destruction, dead horses and everything, we decided we were gonna have to have
immunizations again. So all of our guys had to have tetanus and typhoid and all
that. So there was always something going on.
Do any cases, individuals stand out?
Oh, yes. I remember very vividly, the hardest thing to take
care of medically, the mortar, shell fragment wounds. Those mortar, shrapnel,
just jagged, razor-sharp, all different shapes. And whether to take it out and
run the chance of cutting someone on the way out. I don't know whether you've
ever seen a piece of shrapnel, some of them just twisted, split, sharp knife
edges.
Well, anyway, I eased ... it was an American. ... Well, of course, Jim
Flowers was our prize patient. I didn't work on him. I did go back to see him
when he was in a field hospital.
That was something else, keeping records was real tough. We started
keeping a record of who was wounded and all that, it was quite a chore. Of
course, the Army is so gung-ho on reports, that's how I got some of those
notes.
We always had sick, quite a few people that really were so
sick they had to be evacuated, I mean like bleeding ulcer and all that kind of
stuff that you had in civilian life. Stress.
What about frostbite?
Yes, a lot of that. Trenchfoot and frostbite. And a lot of what we
called combat fatigue, psychiatric casualties.
How did some of these manifest themselves?
I don't know, it was just one of these, you know that you know. Gestalt.
You know what gestalt means?
There's several different things, but more than anything they were very agitated, so what they needed was just a
little sleep, for a couple of weeks.
Somebody said there was something called a Green 88?
Sodium amitol. It was a barbiturate. We didn't have a
tranquilizer. It was sleeping pills, it would just put them to sleep, just get
'em out of their misery for a while. In fact, I went to a school of military
psychiatry, and that's what they recommended.
We had quite a few cases of frostbite, but not as many as
the infantry. But as I say, I did take care of a lot of infantry people.
The system of a battalion aid station is to send people to
the rear, the impetus, to evacuation. I'd go to my tanks and bring them back to
me, then somebody comes to me and brings them back. The people that are
supposed to come up, pick up from the battalion aid stations, are collecting
companies. Medical collecting companies are primarily ambulance drivers, but
they had the same problem with me that I had with my tank platoons. We were so far out in front of things, there wasn't a static line, we
were moving, they didn't know where we were. So we got in the habit of taking the cases back to the rear echelons.
What were some of the other shrapnel cases?
Oh, gosh, everywhere. Legs mostly, abdomen, you couldn't do
much with that, we just evacuated those guys. As a matter of fact, do you know
what definitive treatment means, in other words we didn't do any amputations or abdominal
surgery or anything like that. We gave them plasma and put on bandages and
stopped their bleeding, and stopped their pain, and get them back to the
hospital.
Did you have many who died while you were treating them?
Oh gosh, yes. A couple of the officers, one that
I'd played cards with. Remember Cliff Merrill? He
didn't die, did he? The way he tells it, it was hysterical, it was a big joke.
Have you talked to him? He was so tough
It wasn't like that?
I think that was combat fatigue in both of us!
You said that toward the end of the war, you thought you had combat
fatigue?
I don't know, I just got so shook up.
What was the name of the lieutenant who you played cards with?
I can't remember, but boy, he had severe, very early, down
in Normandy. He just, "You've got to give me a drink of water," or something.
That's really hard on the medics, of course.
What were the signs that you can think of that would indicate you had combat fatigue?
Who, me? I never did get turned in, it was nothing official.
I was numb after awhile. See, I was in the whole thing all the way. A lot of
medics got rotated. I got rotated, but not very much. This really wasn't a good
idea, but along just about the time they got through with the Battle of the
Bulge, somebody in the hierarchy decided that the guys that had been combat
medics in the medical detachments should be given a break, they're doctors,
too, they ought to be put in the hospitals, and guys in the hospitals should be
put up at the front. Well, that's ridiculous. We spent our time knowing where
the tanks were and knowing how to find tanks, knowing how to take care of
ourselves, knowing how to dig foxholes. I wouldn't have done any good in a
hospital, and they wouldn't do any good down there because they would have got
killed the first time because they wouldn't know how to take care of
themselves. So that was a dumb idea. But I got rotated to one of these
collecting companies, which was just an ambulance company, just behind us. And
this Hamilton guy (Colonel Ed Hamilton), I was transferred to his outfit. He was
wounded way ahead of when I got there.
In your notes, you said there was one time when you came close to getting
the Purple Heart.
Oh, yeah. Several. Joe Diorio, I had one medic killed and another one
wounded and a couple of patients were killed just after I had left an aid
station, and then I also got a mortar shell in the back of the jeep. I wasn't
in the jeep, I'd just jumped out of the jeep. And then down at the Falaise Gap,
I got covered up by the dirt from a shell. Not hurt. I got my hand mashed, but
that was just with a stick that got lodged in between the handle of the jeep
and the body of the jeep, ground that little finger. That was very early.
The medical colonel gave me a shot of morphine, I couldn't even feel it.
That was in Tennessee maneuvers. I'm just now thinking about it. When I said
colonel, it was Colonel Hansen, it was the 10th Armored Division, that was
before we even left the 10th Armored Division. Okay, that's what made me
remember that.
And then in the hedgerows, well, I lost a jeep just coming into
the beachhead, it just sunk and we got a replacement. And then a mortar shell
just dropped in, I had a big radio, I don't know why the medics, they thought
the medics had to have one of these big tank radios, you're riding along behind
this hedgerow and the Germans would see that aerial, uh-oh, boom. But we got
out.
You had mentioned seeing a German lieutenant come out of a tank when they
surrendered...
Oh, that was funny. It's a long story. Okay. Big story.
We're on our way out across France someplace, and the people back as far as
division headquarters and corps headquarters seemed to think that there was the
front line, and this is friendly, and this is enemy territory. Our battalion was
out here like those arrows sticking around, and way out in front, this infantry
comes charging through our place after we've been there for a day. I had to go and report or something, and I went back to division headquarters,
which was quite a ways back, and the division surgeon said, "Oh, you're
with a tank battalion, yes? Where's your battalion?" And I had my map, I
showed him, he said, "Come and show me on the big map." Then he says,
"You can't be there. That's all enemy territory."
And I said, "Colonel, I've been in combat for X days, if I didn't know how to read a map I'd be dead."
So I said, "Let's go in to G-3," the big operations map. And sure enough it's just red, red, red, enemy territory.
So when I went back, I guess it was that night, during the night sometime, this tank comes just charging right down through battalion headquarters, medics and the maintenance. And Dixon got in that disabled tank and just fired point blank with a 105-millimeter or whatever it was, I think it was an assault gun, a 105-millimeter assault gun just point-blank into the tank, and just, of course, knocked it out.
The lieutenant came out, you know, he's this kid, he was just wounded in the arm, I mean, it wasn't real bad. So I got to talking to him in German, and saying "Germany's kaput."
"'No, nein, nein.'"
I said, "Well, you're kaput."
And he said, "What are you going to do with me?"
We're still speaking in German. I said, "I'm gonna send you to Amerikanische hospital." Okay, so then we got to arguing. I said, "Well, you're kaput."
And he says, "What's the matter?"
And I says, "It's your arm. You've got a compound fracture there."
He says, in perfect English, just like he was from Harvard or something, he says, "Which bone is it, Doctor, the radius or the ulna?"
I didn't have too much trouble. Up in Falaise, this major, German medical officer, he was gonna help take care of the casualties. He was a PW, we put him to work. He didn't want his men to have morphine sulfate, he wanted them to have morphine hydrochloride, a different kind of preparation than we used, and kept arguing. So I called for the MPs to come and get him, I can't put up with it.
And I said, "Colonel, I've been in combat for X days, if I didn't know how to read a map I'd be dead."
So I said, "Let's go in to G-3," the big operations map. And sure enough it's just red, red, red, enemy territory.
So when I went back, I guess it was that night, during the night sometime, this tank comes just charging right down through battalion headquarters, medics and the maintenance. And Dixon got in that disabled tank and just fired point blank with a 105-millimeter or whatever it was, I think it was an assault gun, a 105-millimeter assault gun just point-blank into the tank, and just, of course, knocked it out.
The lieutenant came out, you know, he's this kid, he was just wounded in the arm, I mean, it wasn't real bad. So I got to talking to him in German, and saying "Germany's kaput."
"'No, nein, nein.'"
I said, "Well, you're kaput."
And he said, "What are you going to do with me?"
We're still speaking in German. I said, "I'm gonna send you to Amerikanische hospital." Okay, so then we got to arguing. I said, "Well, you're kaput."
And he says, "What's the matter?"
And I says, "It's your arm. You've got a compound fracture there."
He says, in perfect English, just like he was from Harvard or something, he says, "Which bone is it, Doctor, the radius or the ulna?"
I didn't have too much trouble. Up in Falaise, this major, German medical officer, he was gonna help take care of the casualties. He was a PW, we put him to work. He didn't want his men to have morphine sulfate, he wanted them to have morphine hydrochloride, a different kind of preparation than we used, and kept arguing. So I called for the MPs to come and get him, I can't put up with it.
Describe the POWs that the battalion liberated
Oh, good gosh. I think mostly Jewish. They were
American soldiers, but I think they were mostly Jewish. I think the Germans had
segregated them out. Maybe that was just a suspicion, I don't know whether that's founded or not.
Oh, they were just absolutely skin and bones. Somebody came down from Stars & Stripes and took my picture, I think somebody has a
picture somewhere.
What was it like at Flossenburg?
Oh, that was a very calm thing. They just rolled in the
front door, the tank, and that was the end of that. They just gave up.
What was your reaction to the inmates?
Again, as I say, we didn't get too involved with trying to
treat them. First they had to identify them.
How big a staff did you have?
I think I had 25 enlisted men, and I usually had one more
officer, Wojtowich. And for a while, there were three of us. Medical supply
drivers, surgical technician and aid men.
Do you remember anything about Colonel Miller?
I know the whole story.
He was a West Pointer. He was a captain, and when the war broke
out, he was suddenly promoted to lieutenant colonel. I told you that the 11th
Armored Regiment had about 24 cadre men. He was one of them. Beverley Simms,
who was a lieutenant. Colonel Morrow, I think
his name was, a full bird colonel. Old man. Of course, we were 25 years old,
23. But he was a full colonel, probably 60 years old. Miller, lieutenant
colonel, and a lieutenant. And I think that was about it, I think there were
three or four officers, and 24 enlisted men.
Well, because he was a West Pointer, he was
made a battalion commander. And he was an obsessive, compulsive, extreme nit-picker personality. He did some real horrible things. I
mean, like, here we are, as I say, everybody's scared to death, everybody's
trying to do the best they can. When we got to England, we all had new
equipment, all new uniforms, all new vehicles, and everybody in the battalion
was a specialist. Medics, tanker, tank driver, gunner, radio operator, tank
mechanic, whatever. And he decides we're gonna have a 25-mile hike. I mean,
none of those guys should have to walk a step in combat unless they got
captured or something. They're gonna have a 25-mile hike. And whoever
drops out, why, his platoon sergeant has to carry his weapon and his platoon
leader his pack or vice versa, and the medics have to carry him.
And then they're gonna do it over again, some other time.
Just unreasonable things like that. And having staff do something
over on Sundays. Did you see "The Caine
Mutiny"? Do you remember, Fred MacMurray was the bumbling exec officer?
The captain, the skipper, was nutty with the balls, and then the second in
command was just... well, we had one of those guys in our outfit, Major Davis.
He was a very inept, kind of reminds you of Jimmy Carter, you know, with
the smile and all that but doesn't know how to do anything. He just didn't.
Major Davis just didn't know the war was on, I mean, really. But Colonel Miller
bawls him out in front of all the troops. You know, if I had some GI, if I had
some private that didn't do something, I'd say, "Hey, come here, how do
you think I ought to handle this?" He says, "Well, captain, what do
you think about 30 days KP?" And I'd say "Okay." What I'm trying to say is
if I had a disciplinary problem, I didn't swear at him, I didn't do anything, I
talked to him like he was a man. But Whitside just bawled poor old Davis out in
front of the whole battalion, the officers, the men and everybody, embarrassed
everybody.
Was that when he made him doubletime?
Oh, I don't know. The specific incidents, probably everybody
can remember at least one. But I mean, it was just bad. Twenty-five mile hikes.
Oh, he was going to reclassify, I don't know whether you know what that means,
reclassify, somebody's a tank driver, he's got all this schooling and
everything, we're gonna send him back to the States and make
him a foot soldier, infantryman, reclassify him because he can't make
a 25-mile hike. It was just one thing like that after another. He was just an
obsessive, compulsive, neurotic, trying to do his best, and had that West Point
background.
Did he actually reclassify anybody?
I think by that time we got a little control of the
situation and wouldn't let him do some of these dumb things. But he did make,
on some of these hikes, if a guy couldn't make
the march, the lieutenant had to carry his weapon and the sergeant's gonna
carry his pack. And the medics are gonna carry him, and if you think that isn't
fun to carry somebody for 25 miles. I mean...
I stood up for him. I think I was the only one that did. I
wrote a great long letter, and I told them that I thought it was unfortunate. [Col. Whitside Miller was relieved of his command before the 712th Tank Battalion left England, and was replaced by Lt. Col. George B. Randolph. Col. Randolph was killed during the Battle of the Bulge.]
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