Crucifix and mother of pearl necklace worn by Mr. Stanfield after picking it up outside Caen, July 1944
Christmas card with picture of Mr. Stanfield on cover, December 1944
Invasion money, given to Mr. Stanflield and the rest of the Allied invasion force for use in liberated Europe (Belgian Francs, German Reichsmarks, and French Francs), June 1944
Manual outlining etiquette expectations of British and Canadian soldiers to their French counterparts during the liberation of France.
Mr. Stanfield, 67th Anniversary of D-Day, Toronto City Hall, 2011
"We’d go out and have a beer together and we’d go out and do things together and you think if I’m scared and I don’t do my job, what are the rest of the guys going to think about me"
We advanced on the Falaise Gap [during the Battle of the Falaise Pocket, between August 12th and 21st, 1944], which was a spot where we were cornering the Germans and they were trying to escape through a hole. And the Canadians were given the job of closing this gap while we were advancing against the Falaise Gap. And we were opened up by an 88 [the 88mm, a German anti-tank and anti-aircraft gun], which I never did see but by that time, I knew the 88.
When the 88 opened up on us and machine guns, we were defenseless. We were stopping to have a cup of tea and an 88 landed and there was nine of us, not me, nine of us got hit. Nobody was killed. Washburn, I remember his name, he had a hole in the back of his head. I could see his brains, I could see right inside his head, it was hardly bleeding but it was wide open. I bandaged him up. And then I found another side, Jones, I bandaged him up, he got hit in the hand. And then some of the reinforcements that I brought the day before, one of them, he come with me. I don’t even know his name because I’d only brought him in the day before.
Get down the hill and the jeep was there and there was a doctor there. So I put the chap with the hole in the back of his head and the other one in, I said, “We’ve got to get back to our slit trench.” And he said, “No, no, I’m not going, I’m not going, I’m not going.” I said, “Come on, we’ve got to go.” and I’m yelling at him, “We’ve got to go.” And the MO [Medical Officer] said, “Oh, leave him, leave him, he’s shell shocked, leave him.” And I come up with some words about, “That’s a lot of bull.” But anyways, I was scared, I admit it. I admit it when I was in hospital talking to some of the chaps. But what kept us in there was we were friends, we were like brothers. We’d go out and have a beer together and we’d go out and do things together and you think if I’m scared and I don’t do my job, what are the rest of the guys going to think about me.