Account of the battle of Otterloo from Private Sam Doggart
This account of the battle of Otterloo from Private Sam Doggart
of B Company of the Irish Regiment of Canada has been transcribed from the
document at the web location noted below as verified on 2012 07 30.
Several mistakes have been corrected in the text including one
footnoted in the original.
These are flagged with tool tips.
We moved into the town of Otterloo on the morning of
without too much opposition.
Word came down that there were some enemy soldiers in a farmhouse about one-half mile down
a road leading from town.
B Company of The Irish Regiment of Canada sent out a patrol to investigate; they were gone
about twenty minutes when we heard gunfire in the distance.
When some of the patrol returned, they told of an ambush in which Lieutenant Keely and
Private King were killed.
The commanding officer of B Company, Major Bill Elder, told the sergeant major to take a couple
of platoons, go to where the patrol was ambushed, and capture any prisoners we could find and
take them to Headquarters for questioning.
So off we went, following a tank of the Governor General's Horse Guards.
We reached a wooded area where the ambush happened.
The Sherman tank opened fire with tracers which set some of the bush on fire.
We then spread out and entered the woods.
After about 10 minutes I found a couple of Germans hiding under a bush and ordered them to come out.
When they did, my buddy and I searched them for hidden weapons.
Finding none we went through their papers and were surprised to find one was a boy of fifteen
who had only been in the army for thirty days, while the other lad was sixteen years old and
was only two months in the army.
My buddy, who could speak German, told me the lads told him they were Hitler Youths and their commander,
an SS Officer, told them not to surrender, as the Canadians will only kill you.
After their capture, we marched them back to the road where the tank was and turned them over
to the Military Police.
After that our platoon finished clearing the wooded area from where we captured a total
of fifty-seven prisoners who were mostly Hitler Youth, and only three were
older than twenty.
We arrived at an open area where there was a cluster of houses and approached one of them.
As I came closer, the door opened and a man and a small boy stood there in the entrance way.
The man, who spoke English, asked us to come in.
So with rifles at the ready, we entered the house.
To my surprise, he gave us a small bowl of preserved cherries which he said he was keeping for
a special occasion and since we had just liberated him, he could not see a more fitting occasion.
Eric, my partner, reached in his pocket and produced a chocolate bar that he gave to the boy.
After we finished the cherries, we thanked him and told him to hang on for a couple more days until
we could secure a position here.
We returned to the town of Otterloo where our new officer,
Lieutenant C.H. Clawson,
told us to take it easy as we were in reserve for a day or two.
My section settled in an empty house next door to a building that had been destroyed by shellfire.
It was the first time in about a month that I took my boots off, or any of my clothes for that matter.
We settled in for the night.
Then along about
we were awakened by mortar fire, and here we were in our long-johns half naked.
We managed to get dressed in about thirty seconds flat.
I climbed out the window and started to dig a slit trench as fast as I could.
A German patrol passed by and ‘Red’ Senior, our Bren gunner, opened up
and all hell broke loose.
I could hear the lieutenant shouting “surrender you are surrounded” to the Germans
but all they did was shoot him.
Then a scout car was on the road putting up artificial moonlight and one of the men was yelling
“over here Harry”, directing him what to do while shells and bullets were
What a comedy of errors.
A Churchill tank that was parked on the side of the road, started to fire his Howitzer at us.
Nix, who was digging with me, ran to the tank, climbed upon it, opened the hatch, and with a hand
grenade in his hand yelled at them and told them if they didn't stop firing at us he would
drop the bloody hand grenade inside and close the lid.
17th Field Regiment, Royal Canadian Artillery,
which was our support, was firing their 25-pounders with open
sights as the counter attack was in full force.
When the enemy closed in on them, they removed the breeches from their guns so
could not turn them on us, and retreated back to town as they were situated in a field just
outside a wooded area north of the town.
The fighting continued all night until about
when the support company arrived with
A wasp is a Bren gun carrier equipped with flamethrowers.
The wasps started to fire at the approaching enemy.
At first light, it was all over and about 200 enemy dead lay about the approaches to the town
and another 22 were captured.