In a letter dated 25 April 1941 (which, coincidentally, was Anzac Day), he gave high praise for Australian soldiers (the key part has been emphasised in bold):
“As I stopped at Kirchheim’s H.Q., the Italian force was just halting, unloading its weapons and ammunition and going into position.
I was extremely annoyed and charged Major Appel with the task of getting the Italians forward. He made a great effort, but did not achieve much. With British artillery fire sweeping the whole area, the Italians crept under their vehicles and resisted all their officer’s attempts to get them out again.
Shortly afterwards a batch of some fifty or sixty Australian prisoners were marched off close beside us — immensely big and powerful men, who without question represented an élite formation of the British Empire, a fact that was also evident in battle. Enemy resistance was as stubborn as ever and violent actions were being fought at many points. All the same, I continued for some time to think that we would be able to maintain our attack and take Tobruk. The only question was whether we had enough troops to go on feeding the attack long enough.”
From his 14 July 1942 letter:
“With the sun at their backs, our units fought their way forward from south to north as far as the area between the road and railway, where the attack came to a halt. Fierce fighting followed with the Australians, whom we knew only too well from the time of the Tobruk siege, and lasted well into the night.”
In his 14 July 1942 letter, he wrote:
“On the moonlight night of the 26th July, the Australians attacked again, this time in brigade strength. Their objective was the German line west of the Alamein-Abu Dweis track. The assembly had been made in all secrecy, and the assault, which was preceded by a violent R.A.F. bombing attack, consequently achieved a considerable measure of surprise. Despite the curtain of fire which was at once put down by the German-Italian artillery, the Australians succeeded in penetrating our front and wiping out the greater part of the German battalion. However, a dashing counter-attack by Combat Group Briehl, 3rd Reconnaissance Regiment and Kampfstaffel Kiehl eventually smashed in the Australian wedge, and threw the enemy back to his own line with heavy losses.”
Source:
B. H. Liddell Hart, The Rommel Papers, London: Collins, 1953, pp. 132, 255-256, 259
See also:
Erwin Rommel, Encyclopædia Britannica
Erwin Rommel, Wikipedia
Erwin Rommel (1891-1944), Biography
That’s so amazing, that our Aussie soldiers were respected by Germans 🤯
No wonder Churchill tried so hard to stop PM Curtin from bringing our boys home to fight the Japanese in New Guinea.
John Curtin – one of my all time Heroes. He had tremendous courage and not only had to face down one of the most powerful and dogged leaders of the time, but had to endure the thought that a large part of Australia’s fighting force was on the Water, on their way to fight again for us. No wonder we are so proud of this little Nation and the ordinary men and women who did such extraordinary things. God bless em, we’ll never forget them.
I believe Curtin would not sleep until the men arrived back in Australia.
Dr Robert Moles, a Briton, is on record as having labelled Churchill as being a traitor to Australia because Churchill wanted Aussie soldiers to remain in Burma when Curtin wanted them back home. According to the rules of ‘Westminster’ at the time, had Churchill persisted then Curtin would have had to capitulate, but as everyone now knows, Curtin stoically stood his ground even though he was far from being in the best of health. Churchill and his cronies had to (g)all think VERY carefully about petulantly persisting because had the Japs been able to invade Australia largely unchallenged because our soldiers had’ve been ordered to remain in Burma, then Australia would very likely have decided to sever itself from Britain, and rightly so! Not much wonder that Australia has now long-had a far stronger alliance with the U.S.A. than with the U.K.
I fondly remember when, only a few years ago, this guy from Rockingham, W.A., where many Pommies now live, was bagging the Americans about something or other until I relished rudely reminding him that there has long been now a lot of Australian blood in the U.S.A. due to many Australian war brides who married American servicemen. It was the brave Americans who managed to stop the Japs at Midway Island and who also put paid to Yamamoto at Bougainville. Brilliant!
I have read where Churchill, when he was a war correspondent during the second Boer War, had foolishly wandered away from the safety of the British lines, and his excuse for doing so was that he was foraging for food! He was seen by a brave Fergus McFadzen, an Australian mounted soldier from Nebo, Queensland, who didn’t know Churchill but thought, “What’s that silly bastard doing out here where he could be shot by a Boer sniper or captured and tortured to reveal the strength of the British contingent. Fergie then rescued Churchill by getting him up onto Fergie’s horse and returned Churchill to the British lines. It is said that if any of the Allied soldiers who served at Gallipoli had’ve known that Fergie had saved Churchill’s life in South Africa then they would have wanted to have removed Fergie’s ‘crown jewels’. And then Churchill is said to have been AGAINST the launching of the D-Day Landing! Give me strength! Some mothers do ‘ave ’em!
Not such a surprise mate. I knew a lot of WW1 and a lot more WW2 diggers: I knew a few of the original Aussie commandos who were trained by Mayne in North Africa. I knew a fair few Rats of Tobruk too. All of them never forgot all the bloody flies. But they told me the sound of the stuka’s would put the wind up the hardest bastard: but they became acclimatised to them a little bit. The Scot Highland divisions, Gurkha’s and ANZACS were the wehrmacht’s greatest challenge. A lot of Anglo Aussies have Scottish heritage so the warrior instinct is a kind of genetic thing it seems. But that’s not to say The Rats of Tobruk were particularly impermeable to the hot dusty climate of North Africa: it was bloody hard yakka. One of the old Aussie commando’s I knew told me they had to travel as light and quickly as possible. They’d have half a litre of water to survive on per day. They’d not bother with food if an operation was only scheduled to last 3 or 4 days. You’d get dropped off by jeep about 80 km from your target about 10 or 11 at night, be expected to cover that 80 km over night by dawn. If you were dropped off late on a Tuesday night you’d be told if you don’t make it back to the rendezvous point at 1300 hours Thursday for instance, it would be up to you to make it back on your own anyway you could. Old Bill told me on one of his first missions he and 7 mates, poms, Indian, other Aussies, had to get to an underground German instillation, deploy explosives according to the intel they had of the layout, then had about 6 or 7 minutes to get out of danger range. They all made it ok and made the rendezvous point with a couple of hours to spare. You know what he complained about the most. The bloody infernal flies. Bill was 80 about 25 years ago. I knew he was 80, he told me the day he got his OBE. I asked him doesn’t that mean Order of the British Empire. He said nah mate, over bloody 80, it was the day he turned 80. If you didn’t know any Aussie WW1 or WW2 diggers I feel for you, they were the best mates I EVER had, or ever will. They were everything you hear about in traditional media and culture. All the WW1 blokes are gone now and there’s a small dwindling number of WW2 vets now. I never would’ve told those mad old bastards, but I loved those blokes and the way they talked to and treated me, they showed it back in return. How some of them made it through is utterly bloody gob smacking when you know their stories and close they came to getting knocked. And none of them were gung ho war mongering glorifiers of war. How often many of them told me they couldn’t understand why they were killing absolute strangers with whom they had no personal grudge. But still, they were all about watching their mates back’s and keeping out radical maniacs who were hell bent on spreading tyranny. And they had a sense of humour that would humiliate most of these modern day comedians. By fuck I miss the bloody lot of them.
After ww2 my grandmother devoted the rest of her life to keeping all the servicemen at Port Kembla RSL on an even keel, mentally. She would go to the RSL and sit with the diggers simply talking about whatever they needed. My grandmother was extremely intelligent. She had been an army nurse in ww2. She saw the level of trauma the returned servicemen had gone through and was determined to make a difference. Sadly, Port Kembla RSL does not exist now. That is sad for me. It is as if the people who used it are wiped from our memory. My grandmother’s counselling was just enough to enable the servicemen to get jobs, get married, have kids, go on holidays and achieve whatever goals they wished. My grandmother had a 100% success rate in saving soldiers, which most psychiatrists and psychologists can only dream of. I love her and miss her. Everyone who knew her described he as an angel. I believe that what she was doing was the beginning of PTSD therapy in Australia.
If your old mate was on missions in the early 40s he was probably with the LRDG, which were the predecessors of the SAS. They had groups made up of ANZACs, British volunteers, Guards, Rhoesians, Muslim and Sihk separately. But started in with Volunteers and ANZACs. This is worth a read
https://lrdg.hegewisch.net/
Simon, my father was in Western Australia’s (‘WX’) 2/11th Battalion and went up into Greece with the 6th Division AIF to help slow the might of the Wehrmacht down so the Brits could get their arses and equipment out of Greece etc. before he and his mates, with some Greeks, went to Crete where he was captured in 1941 at Rethymnon (bastardised as ‘Retimo’), when the huge search was on to find and sink the bloody Bismarck, and then spent three and a half years as a POW mainly in Stalag VIIIB ‘Lamsdorf’ in Poland where he toiled in a sugar (brown sugar made from beet) factory. He told me that: “You can never tell a Pommy when he’s ‘licked’. He also told me that a Pommy lieutenant told him that this lieutenant’s sergeant-major, when as a ‘greenhorn’ he got his commission back in Blighty, said to this lieutenant: “If you ever get separated from your men, Sir, hope to hell that you can find yourself an Australian soldier and stick to him like shit to a blanket!”
Shades of when in Gallipoli, after quite a bit of shooting at one another, Abdul, from the Turks’ trench, called out to the Aussie soldiers in their trench: “Who are you?!!!” One Aussie yelled back. “We’re Australians!” So Abdul yelled out: “Stand up so I can see you! I’ll tell my men not to shoot and you tell your men not to shoot and I’ll stand up first, then you stand up!” So when Abdul saw the Aussie soldier, he said: “You don’t fool me for a moment! You’re not Australian because you’re speaking English, so you must be English soldiers! You’re just dressed in an Australian soldier’s uniform to try and scare us!”
Australians were known for being excellent shock troops.
You have to remember at this point the ANZACS were in the main volunteer armies, the Brits were conscript and on average inevitably less effective. He certainly rated the ANZACS though, especially on the front foot and for offensive operations. It’s not that he didn’t rate the Brits too, but thought their Commanders were overly-cautious and slow to react. Commanders were, in his opinion, stuck in a WW1 doctrine, and hence the British were considered at their best when facing an enemy from a dug in position and defending. He also rated specialist British divisions such as the Commandos, and the battle-hardened British 7th Division (the original Desert Rats), and the British Guards Brigade whom he claimed were ‘almost the living embodiment of the virtues and faults of the British soldier – tremendous courage and tenacity combined with a rigid lack of mobility’. He also respected the bravery of the Indian and South African divisions. As a Brit I say we were very lucky to have our Empire troops including the Canadians who Rommel seems not to discuss. Not to forget the Newfoundland brigade BTW.
A fair assesment. It wasn’t that the Brits were in general less effective; the Brits had brigades and units that were professional along the same level as the Australians and New Zealanders, but obviously having to supply most of the troops at this point means Britain had to use green and raw units out of desperation sometimes. And green units are best used carefully. The 7th Division and the Guards are good examples of elite British units that he respected when used properly, same as the ANZACs.
“If I had to take hell, I would use the Australians to take it, and the New Zealanders to hold it”
Rated them? He held them higher than any allied force. There could be no greater praise from one of the greatest military minds that ever lived.
He never said this though, its a mythical comment typical of the less militarily-educated people of every Country who believe such quotes about their troops.
“[..] …and the New Zealanders to hold it” [..]”
Unfortunately, it was the New Zealanders who couldn’t hold Maleme on the western end of Crete in 1941 because their commanding officer, a Kiwi, allowed them to withdraw and rest-up which then let the Germans secure a toehold before capturing the whole of Crete. But the Brit’s clever SOE (with Leigh Fermour, Billy Moss et al.), in cahoots with some Cretan partisans, who managed to capture the German General, Heinrich Kreipe on Crete. Kreipe actually helped enormously in his own capture because he had foolishly ordered that his chauffeur-driven Mercedes was never to be challenged at any checkpoint. After his being abducted in his Mercedes, he was then driven through 22 German checkpoints with all the German soldiers at these checkpoints dutifully standing aside at attention and saluting his pitifully passing them by. Das ist zehr gut!
Rommel was a brilliant tank commander and soldier. Had he been evenly matched against Montgomery; Rommel would’ve gone through Monty like a dose of salts remembering that Monty only got a guernsey because his predecessor had died.
Charlie Upham said about British conscripts.”What do you expect when brought up on two green trees and five potatoes”
On his return to Germany, Rommel was summoned to meet with Hitler to answer why he had not completed the North African campaign. Rommel explained the difficulties. Hitler asked what he needed to secure victory. Rommel answered candidly, “Two battalions of Australians, and a battalion of New Zealanders”. He was relieved of his command.
Please let us know your source for this…as I don’t believe it. Who was there to record this for posterity. Apart from that, Rommel was an ardent admirer of Hitler and would never speak to him in such a ‘smart-ass’ manner
This is an extract from the Rommel papers. A collection of letters and notes Rommel himself had written had either sent to his wife or she found them, then compiled them together to make this.
There were 25 plans to assassinate Hitler although only a failing few were put into effect. Whilst Rommel may have naively thought well of Hitler but a tad early at the beginning of WWII, he soon came to duly despise the megalomaniacal Hitler. Adolf was sent a copy of the film that parodied him which was made by Spike Jones and is called “Der Fuehrer’s Face”, which can be seen on YouTube. It’s a hoot! Hitler’s private secretary, Martin Bormann quite likely prevented Adolf from ever seeing this short film when it arrived ‘special delivery’ from Uncle Sam, else Adolf would’ve have blown a gasket and ordered everyone to the Russian Front without a weapon except p’haps a thin, slimy slice of knockwurst and a little bit of pickled cabbage. Little did Adolf know what Stalin and Zhukov had waiting for the Krauts at the 11th hour when they got close to Moscow. ‘Genius like company’, Spencer, ergo Rommel could never bring himself to admire but instead ‘madmire’ a veritable lunatic like Adolf Hitler. Q.E.D.
Sorry but he didn’t say that either
The Anzacs were excellent troops, but there is this problem especially with some people who believe that Rommel really made these quotes. He valued his own Africa Corps above anybody else.
Rommel did make a comment about the LRDG, which was first made up of Volunteer Brits and ANZACs, they were later joined by Guards, Rhodesians, Sikhs and Muslims, while in North Africa. Unfortunately I can’t find the comment but he set up a. Afrika Korps reconnaissance group similar to the LRDG. They didn’t go on attack missions deep into enemy controlled areas, the LRDG would do 1,800 mile round trips and only the Arabs knew the desert better. To paraphrase his comment he said something like. That LRDG is a pain in my backside.
Anzac hard as nails
ANZAC Day is in many ways a celebration of the defeat at Gallipoli. It commemorates the death of so many men for nothing. I once saw a video of a Turkish veteran telling of their side, where they were shooting the ANZAC troops who were attacking, and crying for the pity and sadness of it, but still shooting to defend their own country.
And Kamal Ataturk later saying what he could to lessen the grief of the Allied soldiers’ mothers when he said that their deceased sons were also Turkey’s sons. Lest we forget.
Can’t help but think what would have happened if the lads at Gallipoli got up the hill early in battle, a lot of them boys came off the land, fit as Mallee bulls, most farmers in Australia had multiple children, all could ride, tough as nails, scrub clearers, rock pickers, me thinks if they got to the top could have been a very different result, today’s youth or young men will have to take their play stations with them to throw at the enemy, blanket as well so when they crawl into the foetal position they stay warm.
Some did make the top but were killed to the last man. The bodies were found after the war.
My father was in the 7th Division and ended up in the 9th on the Kokoda track.
He had malaria all his life and they defeated the Japanese in Milne Bay. The first defeat of the Japanese; they chased the Japanese all the way in the jungle along Shaggy Ridge. My father is long gone now and I hope they won’t be forgotten ever.
What was your father’s name?
If you look him up at the Virtual War Memorial Australia (https://vwma.org.au), you can add information to the page about him – click on the “Personal Stories” tab on his page, and go from there.