Man joined U.S. D-Day forces to free home
by Lori Hinnant, Associated Press
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Bernard Dargols, now 94, sits in his study during an interview with the Associated Press at his home in La Garenne-Colombes, outside Paris, on May 8. When he left Paris at age 18, the plan was to go to New York for a year and learn his father’s sewing machine trade. Six years later, Dargols found himself crossing the Channel in a U.S. Army uniform. <br> The Associated Press
Bernard Dargols, now 94, sits in his study during an interview with the Associated Press at his home in La Garenne-Colombes, outside Paris, on May 8. When he left Paris at age 18, the plan was to go to New York for a year and learn his father’s sewing machine trade. Six years later, Dargols found himself crossing the Channel in a U.S. Army uniform.
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 Dargols poses next to a Willys MB U.S. Army Jeep in Normandy, France, in July 1944. <br> The Associated Press
Dargols poses next to a Willys MB U.S. Army Jeep in Normandy, France, in July 1944.
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PARIS — When he left Paris at age 18, the plan was to go to New York for a year and learn his father’s sewing machine trade. Six years later, Bernard Dargols found himself crossing the Channel in a U.S. Army uniform, sloshing ashore on Omaha Beach to a homeland where his Jewish family was being persecuted.

Dargols’ journey from Paris to New York and back ended when he drove his Army jeep into a courtyard in the recently liberated French capital, striding upstairs into a darkened apartment and into the arms of his weeping mother. Until then, he hadn’t known whether she survived the Nazi occupation and the Holocaust.

“She hadn’t seen me in six years, and I saw she was alive,” Dargols said in an interview ahead of the 70th anniversary of the D-Day invasion, when the tide of World War II was changed and the Nazi’s occupation of Europe began to end.

Once back, he learned about the cousins who had been taken away to concentration camps, and about his grandfather, who had managed to escape the French transit camp at Drancy. He learned his father’s sewing machine shop had been seized by the Gestapo. He saw a city empty of non-military traffic because there was no more gasoline.

“I had such a hatred of the German army,” he said.

Emotion overcomes him even now, at age 94, when he thinks back to the increasingly desperate letters from his family, describing Gestapo sweeps and the racial laws which robbed his father of his shop. His father and brothers had fled. Their mother stayed behind to care for both sets of grandparents, too frail to escape.

Today, Dargols avoids the company of Germans his own age.

Dargols does not get seasick. He has an uncanny recall of topography, numbers and names. He has an ironic sense of humor and is multilingual, thanks to his English-born mother and Yiddish from his father’s family. All of these qualities would serve the Allies well.

In New York, after France’s Vichy government sided with the Germans, the French consultate in New York sent Dargols a draft summons. He ignored it.

Dargols was determined to fight — but certainly not with the Nazis.

He considered joining the resistance Free French forces, but had heard their leader, Charles de Gaulle, didn’t get along with the Americans and British. He considered the British, but they only wanted sailors, and he wasn’t interested. Then his friends said they were sure the United States would soon jump into the war — so he got American citizenship and signed up for the U.S. Army.

The call-up came soon, shortly after the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. Dargols found himself in Camp Croft basic training in South Carolina, with a blank map of France in front of him on a desk.

“A neutral map, as they say, just the cities marked 1, 2, 3, 4, and the rivers marked A, B, C, D,” Dargols recounts. His successful test placing names to places got him sent to military intelligence training, where he briefly taught French to other GIs and learned to distinguish the sounds of different German aircraft. He feared he would end up as an interpreter, writing and translating papers.

“That was exactly what I didn’t want. I wanted to fight,” he said. Wry and still combative seven decades later, he added: “If I look at myself in the mirror, I can’t understand how I was so willing to fight. But I think if I was 24 again, I would fight again.”

He was sent to England, where he was under orders to say nothing about his work for the military.

His father and two younger brothers had managed to escape France on an 18-month journey taking them through Cuba and eventually to New York. They moved into Dargols’ apartment just as he was leaving for basic training. Once he started intelligence work, his communications with them were cryptic by necessity.

“Do not worry if my address changes yet again; it means nothing,” he wrote his father from England on May 22, 1944. “I have every reason, without being able to explain, to be happy.”

And so, on June 5, 1944, Dargols found himself in a boat as a staff sergeant for the U.S. Army, part of a small intelligence unit, which included Hans Namuth, a German-born photographer who defied his father by turning against the Nazis and emigrating to the United States. They landed in Normandy on June 8 — D-Day Plus 2.

The road he took from Omaha Beach has borne his name since 2008.

Dargols made it to Paris in September, and that fall, he transferred to the U.S. Counterintelligence Corps. During that time, his younger brother, Simon, landed with American forces in Marseille, returning to the same port city he had escaped from three years before.

After the war, Bernard Dargols returned to New York and married his French fiancee. The couple eventually returned and settled in the land of their birth. His father also returned to France — where he was reunited with his wife and reopened his shop.

Dargols killed no Germans during his time in the Army; his job was to gather information.

“I wanted to kill so many Germans. I was not given the chance to kill one,” he said. Today, in his twilight years, he does not regret the sentiment, but neither does he forget what happened to his country — and his family.

“I don’t wish youngsters to be faced with the same tragedy as I was faced and not (be) prepared to be a soldier,” he said.

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