Edmonton Fusiliers & Calgary Highlanders
Second Canadian Infantry Division, 5th Brigade
We Walk With You
The spirits of the men and women who fought for our freedom live will live forever. The poppies are in remembrance of those who fought for our freedom, at home and on the battlefield.
Thank you Dad
being a role model with strong work ethics and principles,
being courageous to take risks,
putting family before yourself,
sharing your dedication to your country, community, and friends,
but most of all for
the support and love you gave your family.
Daughter of John Matt Mertler
From the age of 13, Dad went out to work on the threshing crews and made the whole sum of 10 cents per day. Unfortunately, there were few jobs and World War II had started. Every fall, Dad spent many a long hour on the threshing crew. After spending the fall of 1940 as part of Art Hays' threshing crew, Dad decided to join the Canadian Army. People at home in Canada also made their contribution to the war by sending packages to those loved ones overseas.
Thank you to the Calgary Highlanders' Archives and the Personal Records, Library and Archives Canada for providing Dad's service record. The entire original records are attached. The following is the Personnel Selection Record which states that the form will accompany the soldier's regiment documents at all times.
On October 3rd, 1940, in Grande Prairie, Dad enlisted for active duty with the 1st Battalion Edmonton Fusiliers, C.A.S.F.,(Canadian Active Service Force) C.A. (Canadian Army - Active), B.T.(Basic Training), and A.T (Administration and Training). After providing all his personal information, he signed the Canadian Active Service Force, Attestation paper with Lt. Col Louis Scott, the District Recruiting Officer.
The Edmonton Fusiliers did not serve overseas but did supply troops to the Calgary Highlanders. The Calgary Highlanders were in the 2nd Canadian Infantry Division, 5th Brigade.
Within the first year, Dad qualified with the Regimental Signals. His station changed from M.D. 13 to M.D.11. On September 19th 1941, Dad qualified and classified as a First Year Signaller and sent to New Westminster, BC. (explanations for the abbreviations were not always available)
On June 4 1942, he went to Prince Rupert, BC.
This interview by Captain N.M. Seccombe took place in Sidney, BC on December 15, 1942.
Captain N.M. Seccombe
Completed Grade 6 at the age of 13.
Left school because of job available.
Was out of school before completing Grade 6 because no school in district and also had to work.
Six years farm labor.
His crime sheet was - one absent without leave!!
This man says he is anxious to get into action overseas and thinks he would like paratroop training. He appears to be rather quiet, good natured sort but says he likes a good fight, at present is employed on fatigues and is rather restless because of inactivity.
His M test score indicated above average ability and intelligence. He should develop into a good combatant soldier.
The recommendations were:
- Signaller - Infantry (R)
- Suitable for overseas service
January 23, 1943, saw Dad in Patricia Bay, near Sidney, BC where he was authorized to draw Trained Soldiers' Regimental Rate of Pay at $1.50 per diem. He was also entitled to wear the Mars Badge. While in Patricia Bay, he was S.OLS and posted to No 13 Dist. Depot on February 19, 1943.
On February 21, 1943, the designation changed to T.O.S. (taken on strength) #13 and was posted to Dis. Coy. (A&B) in Calgary.
Embarking for The UK
Dad was given Embarkation leave from Feb. 21, 1943 to March 18, 1943. His ration allowance was 50 cents per diem. On March 22, 1943, Dad was posted to the Calgary Highlanders (Rein) and SOS on proceeding out of MD #13 on Special Duty. On March 22, 1943, they embarked for the UK or England and disembarked on March 31, 1943. (information was not available)
Dad earned the right to wear the Crossed flag as well as the Good Conduct Badge and was a Qualified Signaller (INF).
It was during this time in England that Dad met Mom.
After training near Scunthorpe, England, the orders came to embark to France. Records show that the troops left England on July 5, 1944 and arrived July 6, 1944 on the Beaches of Normandy. It is hard to imagine the troop ships loaded with soldiers and equipment heading to the shores of Normandy.
The landing craft was used to transport the troops. The front would lower and everyone would head out carrying all their gear, landing in the cold sea water, all the time hoping and praying that they would make it to shore alive. As everyone left the landing craft, shells and bombs were going off. On D-Day, many did not make it to shore alive.
The Advance into France
Hill 262, the last stand for the Polish Army. As the Polish fought on, the British and Canadian armies came to their aid. Fighting uphill was made more difficult because the hedges with their spines made it very hard for the soldiers to get through. Some tanks were outfitted with a v-shaped piece of metal which would allow them to cut through the hedges.
The names, Lisieux, Argentan, Chambois, The Falaise Gap, Caen, and Montormel will forever be etched in our memories as that is where Dad would have been. Looking out over the quiet valley, one finds it hard to imagine the noise, the smoke, the overwhelming feelings, and the courage of those men who fought and died for our freedom. The pictures tell their own story. The Curator at Montormel gave us a poppy to place on the monument in Dad's name.
The months following July 6, 1944 were difficult ones, always on the move, rations including the dreaded mutton, lack of sleep, and the constant noise of gunfire. It has been stated that the Calgary Highlanders, who had little or no experience in battle, won by sheer guts and determination!
Battalion of Heroes
From the book, Page 127,
Battalion of Heroes, David Bercuson wrote:
In the early hours morning hours of 5 September, the men boarded trucks and left the Dieppe area. Through the night and into the next day they were carried north, throughpretty countrysideto Montreuil about seventy kilometres southwest of Dunkirk. There they and their sister battalions halted for a few hours as Megill and his battalion commanders plotted their next move. Foulkes had ordered them to push on to the vicinity of Gravelines, close to Dunkirk, after noon. The men were tired and hungry.
Battalion of Heroes
He goes on to say:
The Highlanders took up positions on both sides of the road as their sister battalions drove past in the dark. It rained heavily and the men waited, cold and wet, for the word to move out. But it never came that night. At about 0300 the next morning the men were told to stay for the rest of the night and to move out at first light.
The next day dawned cold and wet and the Highlanders had their first good look at the sodden land they had arrived in as they marched to St. Folquin. They were in a fifteen to twenty kilometre-wide band of polderland that stretched south from the Channel coast. Over the centuries, this area had been claimed from the North Sea by farmers building dykes and draining the land in between. The land was flat and crisscrossed by drainage ditches, which were usually linked to larger navigation canals. The Germans had destroyed many of the dykes and caused water to seep across the fields and soak the farmland. The depth of the water varied from a few centimetres to a metre or more. It was not high enough to allow the Canadians to move by barge or assault boat but it was more than high enough to make walking over the fields very difficult and passage by tracked or wheeled vehicle was almost impossible. Dykes ran along the borders of the fields and the large ones had paths or even narrow roads on them. Sometimes the dykes were mined, but even when they were not, German machine guns or 88s made walking atop them certain death. Thus virtually every advance during daylight hours was carried out through the hip-deep water in the drainage ditches, where there was at least some cover.
It was an awful place to fight in. The stench of sewage assaulted the nostrils. The constant wetness shrivelled the skin, exacerbated every tiny cut and sore, caused innumerable cases of trench foot, and made life generally miserable enough without the added dangers of shell and machine gun fire. Some of the roads in the area were being resurfaced when the siege had started and the construction crews had left barrels of tar by the roadside. The tar had seeped into the drainage ditches through the men's clothing and seared exposed skin until it wrinkled up. When the tar didn't seep from the barrels, the German machine gunners tore the barrels open, showering the oily mixture into the ditches.
To Loon Plage
Despite the weather, the lack of troops, the constant barrage as well as the hit and run attacks from the Germans, the Calgary Highlanders hung on. On September 7, 1944, the troops awoke to more pouring rain. They were to pass through Bourbourgville and advance to the northeast in the direction of Loon Plage. The fierce shelling continued but they pressed on.
It was in this area of Loon Plage and Bourbourgville that Dad was hit by shrapnel in his leg. Details are sketchy from this point on. We know that he was taken from the battlefield back to England. While in England, Mom went to London to the Batley Park Hospital to see him. His leg was in traction. While visiting Dad, a doodlebug (a bomb) went over, and when the silence came, Mom threw herself across Dad to protect him! On January 19, 1945, Dad was discharged to #1 C.M Centre Bordon. On July 19, 1945, Dad was transferred to Provost at Aldershot where he was assigned to the 2nd Canadian Special Infantry Battalion. (clipping attached)
You might think that it would be easy to get married - in those days it was not. References had to be checked and they had to have permission. While Mom and Dad waited for permission to marry, they spent many hours at Mom's home at 50 King Edward Street.
The Application Form For Permission To Marry was very detailed. Dad's average weekly earnings at the time of his enlistment was $15 per week. Mom and Dad knew each other for one and a half years. Dad agreed to an allocation of $200 from his Deferred Pay for the purpose of establishing a home for himself and his family. In addition, Mom had to supply references in order for them to get married. Mom lived at 50, King Edward St., Scunthorpe, Lincs.
On November 3, 1945, Dad and Mom were married in the Ashby Wesley Church in Scunthorpe. The plan was for Mom and Dad to travel home together but they found out that there would be an addition in October, 1946, so Dad returned to Canada on March 1946. On April 16th, 1946, Dad was discharged from the Calgary Highlanders at the Armoury in Calgary. During the war, Dad was awarded the following medals:
- 1939-45 Star
- France-Germany Star
- Defence Medal
- CVSM & Clasp (Canadian Volunteer Service Medal)
- War Medal 1939-45
When Dad had returned to Canada worked at the GWG Factory in Edmonton. He decided that an indoor job was not for him and went to work on the gravel crusher on the Hart Highway.