But, when the chance came to a submarine team, he jumped at the chance… much to the consternation of his big brother, Jimmy.
Photo of Joe McGann (From McGann family collection)
“I think it was a bit of a no-brainer for him to go into the Navy. Coming from Liverpool, he was very proud of Liverpool's place in the Second World War. He'd often tell me about Liverpool's larger part in the battle of the Atlantic”
Stephen McGann
“Jimmy said to me later, long after my dad had died, ‘I knew the first thing he would do is bloody well volunteer for something! And I said to him, "Whatever you do, don't volunteer for anything. Just keep your head down. If they ask for a man to step forward, stay where you are!"
Despite his brother’s protestations, Joe eventually ed an elite unit known as the Royal Naval Beachhead Commandos. Their role was to land on an enemy beach at the start of battle and secure the site so that more soldiers and equipment could land safely. Joe’s unit was to be part of the front line.
After months of intensive training in Scotland, his unit was called upon to take part in Operation Overlord…
On June 6th, 1944… D-Day.
Their mission would be to reach the village of Arromanches-les-Bains and set up a radio signal to help coordinate the naval shelling. This would involve disembarking from a landing craft in the sea, running up an enemy beach under heavy gunfire and somehow overpowering the German defences.
Their commander described it as a suicide mission.
“My father was told he was dispensable. His first-wave attack as a commando had to succeed… even over his dead body.”
On the morning of June 6th, 1944, Joe McGann was carried across the sea from Britain to Normandy. Shells whizzed overhead, battering the French coast. Soon, the sound of gunfire reached the soldiers. So much for the element of surprise.
When the landing craft’s doors opened, further from shore than they’d hoped, the commandos rushed out. Some were pulled under the waves instantly, dragged down thanks to the weight of their packs… drowning before their boots had even touched foreign sand.
Joe made it ashore, under heavy fire from the German defences. Hiding behind a beach obstacle, he summoned his courage. With one last breath, he leapt out, zigzagging his way up the sand, taking pot shots at the enemy with his gun.