ZGram - 11/14/2004 - "I could have been Heidi" / Part IV
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November 14, 2004
Good Morning from the Zundelsite:
The is the last part of a German soldier's recollection of the last
weeks of World War II in bombed-out, utterly chaotic Germany:
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Our journey east across mid Germany to our homeland began on
this mostly deserted road. While I pulled the wagon, my wife walked
behind so she could be attentive to the children. And from time to
time, Heidi insisted that she get out of the wagon and walk on her
own for a while.
And then it was about noon. We were on a by-road that led from
Hamer to Delinghofen and Klusensdorf, when suddenly we heard the roar
of strong air motors. I had heard enough of these motors in the last
few years to recognize the sounds of hostile fighter bombers. "Run
for cover," I shouted. "Now." My wife and I each grabbed a child and
leaped into the brushy ditch along side the road. And since I didn't
dare let go the wagon which carried our only means for daily living,
it came plunging down behind us. And there, in the ditch, we hid
among the brush. A moment or two later a row of detonations shook the
earth. And thereafter, bombers repeatedly flew overhead towards a
target which seemed to be on the other side of the hill. It was just
our fate that we were hiding in a brushy ditch directly under the
course of the fighter bombers.
We covered our children with our own bodies to protect them from
the flying splinters from bombs which missed their targets. It is
difficult to adequately describe the sounds and the emotions we went
through. Only persons who have experienced fighting bomb squadrons
flying 100 meters overhead in repeated entries on an extraordinarily
close target, combined with the released chain reaction of gigantic
explosions...could possible understand our situation. It was the same
as being at the front.
The attack lasted for an eternity and for a long time after the
bombers had flown out of the area, the detonations continued. My wife
held herself good, but it was no wonder that after this inferno we
were all exhausted and in need of a change of clothing.
We walked to a nearby farm and requested of the women there that
we be allowed to relax in a room for a short time. The women received
us cordially and told us their men were off fighting at the front.
They also told us that an ammunition depot had been the target of the
attack we had just experienced. Word was already circulating
throughout the region that the depot had been pulverized by the
fighter bombers.
About four o'clock that afternoon a hazy sun shone through the
powder and smoke vapors. It was time to get up and get moving, to
continue our trip to our Sudeten German homeland. Both children sat
in the wagon now. Our little Heidi no longer begged to walk on her
own.
At ten o'clock that night I asked for lodging at a house in a town
called Balve. The people here were extremely kind, and graciously
offered a modest bed to my wife and the children, while I gladly
slept on the floor.
The next morning, while my wife was busy with the children, I
went for a stroll around in this town called Balve. On the main
street I came upon a column of German army trucks. To the soldiers I
asked the question, "Where are you headed?" "To Erfurt," they said. I
was very happy when the soldiers permitted us to travel along with
them in the back of one of the trucks because we were a long way from
Erfurt, which was a city in the east, in the direction of Dresden,
and I was hoping that somewhere along the line we could catch a train
for a faster trip home. But after some time of bouncing along in the
back of an army truck, I realized from the road signs, that the
cities we were passing through were in a different direction than
"Erfurt". Upon my questioning this unusual route to Erfurt, I heard
that the army column was traveling to the city Herford, somewhat
northeast of Bielefelt. It was then I realized that the soldiers I
had talked to spoke in dialect, and when I had understood it as
"Erfurt", in actuality the soldiers had said "Herford". So instead of
traveling to the east all this time like I thought we should have
been, we had been traveling to the north.
Now unfortunately, my mistake could not be changed at this time, so I
was very grateful when after some 150 kilometers we finally arrived
in Herford. I was also grateful that we had not been attacked by a
fighter bomber during this trip, but now, if we wanted to get to
Tetschen in a reasonable amount of time, we simply had to continue by
train, and the only trains of any use to us had to run easterly, in
the direction of Kassel-Eisenach. And since most passenger trains
were not on regular schedules anymore it was necessary that I search
out all incoming trains as to their destination. So I was forced
then, to take the risk of sudden air attacks and wait with my little
family in the vicinity of the Herford train station on the big chance
that the right train would come along.
After a long wait we got lucky and boarded a train to Hamelin,
about 60 kilometers distant. But we had hardly stepped off the train
at the Hamelin station, when we heard the shuddering tone of an
air-raid alarm. It was night time, and no street lights, and we were
in a strange city. We could only follow the streaming masses of
people running for what would be the nearest air raid shelter.
Suddenly we found ourselves in what appeared to be a gigantic,
rectangular, several storied cement-air raid shelter, without
windows. Stairless, serpentine path led to the different stories, so
that we could go forward easily with the wagon. The lighting was
extremely meager as is usual in such a shelter. We finally found a
somewhat quiet corner and crouched there, waiting nervously with all
the rest of the people for the all clear signal. Fortunately, Hamelin
had not been the goal of the hostile aircraft that night.
During these March days in 1945 train traffic proceeded only
during the night, so the next day, we stayed as much as possible in
the vicinity of the shelter, waiting anxiously, hoping to board a
train that night. The rest of our trip held numerous interruptions
due to the mostly shorter stretches, and which at times, ran only on
single track side stretches. For the most of the way, I stood in the
space at the front of each railroad car next to our wagon. We could
not even begin to think of real sleep or of any real washing of
ourselves. And fortunately the tracks through the thoroughly bombed
out Dresden had been shoveled free, and the last stretch of our trip,
from Leipzig to Bodenbach moved along without anymore lengthy
layovers.
Sunday, March 25th, six days after we left Wuppertal, we arrived
in our homeland. We received a very cordial greeting from my wife's
Mama and also from my family. Once again, an adventure of mine had
found its happy ending. Not one of us had taken sick. We had
withstood dangers and hardships. We had many reasons to be grateful
to the loving God. However, the persistant dangers and the constant
tension of how to face up to our adventurous trip had been a
difficult, nerve racking burden for us.
I thought it best that my stay in Tetschen to rest up from our
journey should last no longer than two days, and after that I should
very well be on my way again. It was already a fact that Canadian and
USA units had taken the entire Ruhr and Wuppertal areas by means of
two very strong parallel "pincer arms". And expected at any time now
was the closing at the peak of this pincer arm, which would make it
impossible for me to get to Wuppertal.
Acquaintances I met on the street, offered the advice, "Don't
return to Wuppertal." They referred to the impending closing of the
Ruhr-Wupperkessel regions and to the end of the war which everybody
surmised was fast approaching.
As far as I was concerned my personal safety was not a
consideration, so I refused their advice. To put it into perspective,
I had taken leave of my post only because of conditional
circumstances, which I had already taken care of; my wife and my
children were back in Tetschen in safekeeping with relatives.
Therefore, it was my inflexible duty to return to the factory in
Wuppertal, exactly the same as if I had been under military
obligation. My place was in Wuppertal. I was no traitor!
As for my return trip to the Wupper Valley, we reckoned that
train traffic had surely broken down even further from the enemy's
air attacks in the last few days, and for much of the way I would
have to rely on my own means of transportation, for instance, my
bicycle. And I would probably have to sleep out of doors, so we
packed a blanket in one of the two knapsacks I would take along.
Unfortunately, the Hildebrandt's wagon would have to remain in
Tetschen.
During the evening of the second day I moved my wife and
daughters from our house to my father's house, where in one of the
apartments lived my sister, her husband and their daughter. And since
at this time, a reunion with my family anytime soon did not appear
very likely, my departure was not easy. For this last night in
Tetschen I slept in Mama's apartment on Brucken Street.
In the early morning of March 27, a Tuesday, I left Tetschen by
train, and by chance used a train mounting for my bike, which was
dispatched over Dresden to Leipzig. Now, for the first leg of the
trip, to Leipzig, it went basically normal, but after that, my trip
met with numerous interruptions. There were no scheduled trains west
across Germany anymore, only trains of 3 to 4 cars, which frequently
had to take the side stretches. Railroad bridges, viaducts, and even
small train stations had been systematically demolished by fighter
bomber squadrons.
In those bleak March days of 1945 and up to the bitter end on
May 8, 1945, the German Empire was a bloody war zone. By day,
thousands of bomber squadrons flew over the land, pouring down death
and destruction on the innocents, leveling their villages. By night,
it was the heavy four motor bombers that dropped phosphorus, iron and
steel on the cities, mostly the residential areas, where there were
indeed only women, children and very old people. It had nothing to do
with bravery and soldiery anymore, it was pure murder. The
English-Jewish-American human benefactor did the job on the German
civilian population. But, in spite of the year long bombing terrors
on the open cities and the small places, the murderers did not
succeed to unnerve the German civilian population, to ripen them for
revolution. To the end, the German people remained true to their
Fatherland. Time and time and again they dug in, fortified themselves
and carried on.
The betrayal of the German folk remained with a disgraceful
clique of high officers and nobles, who alone are responsible for the
fact that Soviet Communism became the deadly danger for the entire
world after the capitulation of Germany on May 8, 1945, and up to
this very day (April 23, 1980) as I write this.
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