Dressed in a Kilt – British Commando Stalled the Elite Das Reich Panzer Division

H/T War History OnLine.

R.I.P. Colonel Sir Ronald Thomas Stewart Macpherson CBEMC & Two BarsTDDL  October 4, 1920 – November 6, 2014.

To call Colonel Sir Ronald Macpherson a brave man and a hero would be an understatement.

The British Army officer crept silently through the bushes, his tartan kilt a bizarre form of dress for a man on an undercover mission in war-torn France in 1944. He stopped to observe the awesome might of the enemy.

Through the gloom, he could make out the 15,000 battle-scarred men and 200 machines of the notorious “Das Reich,” or 2nd SS Panzer Division. Parked for the night, the tanks, half-tracks and heavy guns stretched as far as his eyes could see.

How could he and the tiny band of amateurish French Resistance fighters he commanded ­possibly take on these professional killers?

Commandos preparing to deploy for Europe as part of Operation Jedburgh.

Yet that was his mission. Das Reich was on its way from southern France to Normandy to help repel the Allied armies that had landed there on D-Day. If the division made the 450-mile journey in time, it could well be the difference between victory and defeat.

Unfortunately for the Germans, they were now within the reach of 23-year-old Major Tommy Macpherson, a Scotsman acknowledged by experts as one of the bravest and most resourceful British Army officers of World War II.

A working party of the 1st Battalion Queen’s Own Cameron Highlanders at Aix in France, November 1939.

Two years as a POW

Commissioned in Scotland in 1939, in 1940 Macpherson joined the newly-formed No. 11 (Scottish) Commando unit. Inevitably, nothing in his early or later life had quite the drama of the extraordinary exploits he undertook from that point on in his one-man war against the Nazis.

In 1941, he went ashore in North Africa on a reconnaissance mission, but the submarine that was supposed to retrieve him afterward did not show up.

Distribution of food in a POW camp, July 1941.Photo: Bundesarchiv, Bild 146-1979-113-04 Hübner CC-BY-SA 3.0

He trekked for days on foot across the desert towards his own lines, sabotaging enemy installations as he went, and was captured by Italian troops.

Held in various prisoner of war camps for two years, Macpherson either escaped or attempted to escape on several occasions, but was caught each time. In the meantime, he gained both experience and language skills that would serve him well later in the war.

Troops come ashore at Jig Green sector, Gold Beach

In October 1943 Macpherson finally escaped for good. He made it to the Baltic coast, stowed away on a ship to neutral Sweden, and from there made it safely home to Scotland.

Flamboyant in France

Immediately after his return home in November 1943, Macpherson was tapped to parachute into France in the aftermath of D-Day. He was to help spearhead French Resistance efforts in a guerrilla war against the occupying Germans.

Accompanied only by a French army officer and an English radio operator, Macpherson dropped into south-central France in the dead of night on June 8, 1944, just two days after the Allies stormed the Normandy beaches.

Fully Equipped paratrooper armed with a Thompson submachine gun M1, climbing into a transport plane to go to France as the invasion of Normandy gets under way. At approximately 0200, 6 June 1944, men of two U. S. airborne divisions, as well as elements of a British airborne division, were dropped in vital areas to the rear of German coastal defenses guarding the Normandy beaches from Cherbourg to Caen. By dawn 1,136 heavy bombers of the RAF Bomber Command had dropped 5,853 tons of bombs on selected coastal batteries lining the Bay of the Seine between Cherbourg and Le Havre. Image and caption credit: Center of Military History. U.S. Army (Image)

He was in his Highlander’s battledress, kilt and all—and deliberately so. He was meant to be visible—a rallying point—his undisguised presence a symbol for any wavering Frenchmen that ­liberation was at hand if only they took the battle to the Boche.

The Resistance unit Macpherson joined did not quite live up to previous assurances that it was a dedicated fighting force. For one thing, it had just eight members, four of them mere boys.

A lieutenant of the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders. WWI

For another, their equipment consisted of a few guns and a single worn-out lorry for transport. In four years, they had never mounted any sort of operation to trouble the occupying Germans.

Macpherson brought them a machine gun, grenades and plastic explosives, but did they have the savvy and the guts to use them? He found out soon enough when, just days later, the Das Reich panzer column hove into his sights.

 

Scottish WWII Soldier uniform. https://www.istockphoto.com/photo/scottish-soldier-gm173043442-7060936

“Do or die” Sabotage

Macpherson decided in that “do or die” moment that engaging the Nazis directly would be suicidal and pointless. But ingenious, cleverly-planted booby traps might do the trick of slowing them down.

Through the night, he and his men felled trees to block the road ahead of the convoy and laid their only anti-tank mine, strapping plastic explosives to it for extra oomph. Grenades dangled from overhanging branches, primed to fall and explode.

Hidden unidentified re-enactor dressed as German wehrmacht soldier aiming a rifle at enemy from ground

Primitive though these measures were, they was surprisingly effective. In the morning, the Germans had to bring up heavy equipment to move the tree trunks. Minutes ticked away. Then a tank hit the mine and slewed across the road. More delay.

Finally, Macpherson and his men sprayed troop carriers with their Sten guns and then dashed away into the trees—classic hit-and-run tactics. Hiding at a distance, they heard shouts and screams as the grenades did their job. Eventually, the SS column moved on, but precious hours had been won.

German military ammunition of World War II

Due to similar actions across the length of France, it took Das Reich more than a fortnight to complete what should have been a three-day journey. By that time the Allied hold on Normandy was secure.

Gaining momentum

So, too, was Macpherson’s hold on his new friends. With this success under his belt, his status was assured. Streams of newly-emboldened volunteers arrived to join him. Now they began to resist in earnest.

German Luftwaffe machine operators using an anti-aircraft MG-15 gun next to an airfield. Photo: Cassowary Colorizations CC BY 2.0

German supply lorries were hijacked for food, railway lines and road bridges blown up, steam engines wrecked, and enemy petrol dumps drained. Macpherson even encouraged children to scatter nails in the street to puncture the tires of German trucks.

One of his favorite targets was electricity pylons, and he took enormous schoolboy pleasure from blowing up two together. As they crashed, massive sparks flew out, like a giant firework display. To celebrate Bastille Day, he knocked out eight in one exhausting night.

Hidden unidentified re-enactor dressed as German wehrmacht soldier aiming a machine gun at enemy from trench in fog

Furious and frustrated, the Germans offered a 300,000-franc reward for the capture of the “bandit masquerading as a Scottish officer,” as their “Wanted” ­posters described him. However, Macpherson seemed as elusive as the Scarlet Pimpernel and as bulletproof as a tank.

Driving around the countryside to muster and train his growing fighting force, he narrowly missed German patrols or ­skidded away from roadblocks just in time.

Hidden German Wehrmacht Soldier Aiming A Machine Gun At Enemy From Trench In Forest.

Brazen defiance

By now, the war was swinging decisively in the Allies’ favor. Macpherson became ever more brazen in his defiance of the Germans. To impress the locals, he began to fly a Union Jack and the Cross of ­Lorraine flag of the Free French from his black Citroën.

One day he sat in full uniform at a café in a town square, nonchalantly and openly drinking wine with the mayor, just to show that he could. It was almost an act of bravado taken too far: suddenly, a German armored car swung into the square.

German soldiers with mortars on positions

In the nick of time, Macpherson and his driver leapt into the Citroën and raced away into the hills, chased by the Germans.

Once they gained the advantage of higher ground, they stopped and lobbed a makeshift grenade into the pursuing car, destroying it. Then they laid charges around a bridge over a river and blew that up, too. For Macpherson, this was “just another day at the office.” But his most extraordinary achievements were yet to come.

Soldiers enjoy some recreation time at a sandbagged Navy Army Air Force Institute

Pure bluffing

With Allied forces advancing into the heart of France from both north and south, the Germans were on the retreat. But would they depart without causing a bloodbath? Subtlety and subterfuge were called for, to prevent undue loss of life.

With just three companions, Macpherson bluffed one German garrison of 100 soldiers with a mock show of force: they wrapped wet handkerchiefs inside the metal hand grips of their light Sten guns, so that they made the deafening noise of heavy machine-guns when fired. Fooled into thinking themselves outgunned, the garrison surrendered.

Staged photograph: A partisan armed with Sten Mk II SMG

Macpherson’s next bluff involved a German column numbering 23,000 men and 1,000 vehicles. The column was heading back to the German border, through the last remaining gap between the two advancing Allied armies.

In that gap in the Loire valley, a small band of Resistance fighters held a vital river bridge. A fight to the death, which they had no hope of winning, seemed inevitable.

British Paratroops with Sten Mk Vs on D-Day+1

That is, unless the German general, who had previously proven amenable to surrender in a meeting with the Americans, could somehow be persuaded to give up without a fight. Macpherson boldly approached the Germans to parley. He recounted in his autobiography:

My job was to convince the general that I had a brigade, tanks and artillery waiting on the other side of the river and they could not get through. The clincher was when I told him that I was in contact with London by radio and could at any time call up the RAF [Royal Air Force] to blow his people out of sight. In truth, the only thing I could whistle up was Dixie, but he had no way of knowing that.

The German general bowed to what he was persuaded was the inevitable and surrendered. This brought the liberation of France a large step closer, with no loss of life.

British paratrooper with Sten Mk II in October 1942

Final exploits

Macpherson’s work was still not quite finished. With France freed from the Nazis, he went to Italy to organize Italian partisans in their last struggles to evict the Germans.

There he found himself up against a new enemy: communist forces loyal to the Yugoslavian leader, Tito, who was intent on annexing parts of Italy. Macpherson’s determined ­opposition succeeded in thwarting those plans. As a result, Tito pronounced a death sentence on the “interfering major.”

Sir Tommy Macpherson.Photo:
Piers Nye CC BY-NC 2.0

To have a price put on his head by both Nazis and Communists was a rare distinction, and as highly prized as the Military Cross and two bars, the Legion d’Honneur, and the Croix de Guerre that this most buccaneering of British soldiers was awarded for his extraordinary exploits throughout the war.

Read another article from us – British Commando Dagger Discovered in Normandy

After the war, Macpherson went on to live a long and fulfilling life. Before his death in 2014 at the age of 94, he authored Behind Enemy Lines: An Autobiography Of Britain’s Most Decorated War Hero.

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