My grandmother’s brother Richard “Dick” Rogers was killed 4/29/45 at the Battle of Torbole in Italy. Everything I know about Dick Rogers:
I’ve written about this before here and there, in the blog. One sees that date… it’s so close to VE Day (which happened days after), that you could think there shouldn’t have been all that much fierce fighting going on, and that getting killed days before the end then has got to be bad luck that’s ironically or cosmically bad. Well no, that’d not be actually true though. I think I understand now the cosmic reality is whatever bad luck that luck is isn’t any badder than anything else that might get you killed in war. It’s all qualitatively the same kind of chaos that comes out of warmaking. That kind of what you think is ironic timing means nothing. When it’s on, it’s on. You’re in harm’s way if you are there in the theatre.
The war was still on in northern Italy. I take it to understand who was left for Germany there were Wehrmacht and SS, such that they’d been put in Italy to firm up Mussolini’s army in 1943. With Mussolini’s army having surrendered in 1944, they were now isolated and getting overwhelmed like all other German troops. But they were more formidable than some of the shakier under and over age conscripts pressed into service at the end on the eastern and some of the western front.
These guys were retreating from US Army advance, and trying to make an escape across the border to Austria rather than be taken POW. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spring_1945_offensive_in_Italy
Far as I can tell, Battle of Torbole might have been the last battle the US Army fought in Europe. Torbole is just a little town at the north end of Lake Garda. This is the kind of place now though, that if George Clooney hadn’t managed to get a place on Lake Como, Lake Garda would have sufficed. But then it was merely a place the Germans were passing through and trying to defend themselves at as they tried to get on a clear road to Innsbruck.
Torbole was on the lakeshore, and quite lower than the hills surrounding it. All of Italy was hilly or mountainous, and the war there was a 10th Mountain Division effort. Dick was in the 10th Mountain Division, and a 2nd Lt.
Dick was born 1920, the first of my great grandparents 5 kids. Dick 1920, Dorothy 1922. Dorothy is my maternal grandmother. Adelaide 1923, Howard 1925. Howard was in the Battle of the Bulge, and he came home, died 1988. Gerry born 1934, he was in Korea. I knew Gerry all my life, nice man.
This was the family of Alfred Rogers and Helen Rogers nee Paul. This family was raised in Ambrose Paul’s house at 922 Armstrong in St. Paul, and Ambrose was alive until 1938. Dick and Howard knew him well, and I’m sure for somewhat a larger than life presence. Ambrose came to the US from alpine southern Germany in 1884, and had been a plains Army cavalry sergeant starting then for ten years. He’d been present at Sitting Bulls arrest. In St. Paul after, he built his house, had his own family, and worked at the Omaha railroad car shops on Randolph. In the 20’s, he bootlegged a little or more. In the 30’s, he was retired and sent Dick and Howard to Cretin. To say, a vigorous man’s life here in the US as an immigrant.
Ambrose died 1938, Dick graduated Cretin in 1938. When the war came Dick enlisted and got rejected for bad hearing. Dick couldn’t accept that I’m sure as a matter of pride and doing what he felt he should be doing at that moment in the nation. His friends were going into the military. So he enlisted in the Canadian Army and got accepted. Then somehow it was worked out that he’d be in the US Army, and he ended up in the 10th Mountain Division. He didn’t go to college, but I suppose it would have been because of Cretin ROTC that he was made a 2nd LT.
In reading the deets of this mil hist I take it there’s a certain amount of lore to having started with the 10th at training in the Rockies in 1942 and then having done the Aleutian campaign and then gone to Italy. Dick didn’t get in that early. He entered theater as a replacement. He went to 86th Infantry, company M, beginning of 1945. This was a weapons company.
Battle of Torbole, end of April. Really I think you understand it right as ferocious as anything. You just cant parse it as less ferocious than anything else. Tarawa, Omaha Beach, whatever. US Army was ferociously opposed by the Germans there in retreat but still fighting the war. They didn’t want to give up and be taken captive.
April 29th there were some number of Germans retreating / hiding in the town of Torbole at the north end of the lake, and the US Army groups pursuing them had to approach coming down from the hills.
Dick was a 2nd Lt and did artillery spotting. There’s a strand of family lore, apparently from a war buddy’s letter home shortly after, that says he was killed by a sniper, and this happened as he was looking at the countryside through field glasses. Such that I end up being good at research, I corresponded with I guess you’d say the preeminent historian now on the 10th MD in Italy. This fella said they wouldn’t have been firing artillery into Torbole because they couldn’t have gotten those field pieces close enough what with the steep hills and minimal roads. But he said Dick could have been spotting mortar shots from the weapons company, maybe. Or trying to move forward with mortars and / or say Browning .50 machine guns.
That ambiguity doesn’t really matter. Dick was probably killed on a path descending into Torbole, He was shot in the chest. Family lore was he was shot by a sniper. This 10th MD academic said 86M had a bad time with snipers. So that’s what happened.
German military leadership in Italy agreed to surrender late on April 28th but there was just no way for everyone to hear the word. Dick was killed on the 29th. Torbole was as far as the Germans made it to retreat. The town did get mopped up on the 30th and then May 1st, and any Germans that managed to survive themselves surrendered then, I guess, as some radio instructions finally got through to them.
With Dick’s death, mundane overwhelming pain and anguish back home of the type that millions of families experienced. My grandmother was engaged to my grandfather, they married, and miscarried in either 45 or 46. My mother was their first baby, in spring 1947. I’m saying, I think Dick dying in Torbole altered people being born at home. That would also be butterfly effect mundane as a thing that happened to millions of families.
Dick was reburied in Ft. Snelling in 1949 and I think my mother remembers that from before she was 3.