Rifleman Dick Stodghill: He Was There

[Confluence Logansport]

Just another white cross

Al Bright took a bullet to his forehead when the ramp dropped on his
landing craft. That made him the first man in G Company to die 65
years ago today.
Staff Sergeant Bright from Paris, Tennessee was doing what infantry
squad leaders do: go first and yell, "Follow me!"

I didn't know Al Bright because it was a few days later when I joined
G Company in Normandy. Three weeks after D-Day I was one of two men
assigned the job of opening 150 casualty rolls stacked along a wall in
Cherbourg. These were the blanket rolls that had been left behind with
the company kitchen. No one had returned to claim them. Inside was all
a man possessed aside from what he carried on his back.

With me was Mike Spinelli, another 18-year-old rifleman. It was a
miserable job. Boots in one pile, pants in another, all the government
issue items that soon would be handed out to someone else.

It was the personal stuff that got to you. A framed photo of a pretty
girl, another of young childen with their mother, a packet of letters
in a feminine hand, a half-read paperback book that would never be
finished, a candy bar that someone else would eat. None of it worth a
damn except to the man who thought he'd be coming back to it again.

Mike said, "Look at this," as he handed me a small bible opened to the
title page. On it was written: "To Alton C. Bright from mother. Read
it and be good." The gold leaf on the top of the pages was stuck
together. Al Bright hadn't read it. Was that why he was the first man
to die? Only an idiot would believe that.