World War, 1939-1945 -- Personal narratives, American; World War, 1939-1945 -- Prisoners and prisons, German
On April 4 we began marching to the southeast away from the
advancing Americans. It would have been nice to wait there for
liberation, but the Germans had different ideas. At least now we knew
it would not be long before we would be free. The Germans did not
guard us much this time and we were nearly on our own as we marched.
Our ranking officers made the decisions to march mostly at night to
avoid mistaken attack by American fighters. We also had ten minute
rest breaks every hour and the Germans gave us enough bread and soup
to keep us alive. We went through the railroad yards at Nuremburg and
saw the bomb damage. We were glad to get out of there before another
raid came. Our line was soon spread over seven miles and we made the
decision to stay with the group instead of trying to escape into the
woods and head for the American front. Probably some of the crazier
ones did try it.
We spent the first night in barns and any building we could find. The
weather was much warmer and we enjoyed the nice spring days. I pinned
a sock to my pant leg, found a pop bottle in a trash pile. and
carried it full of drinking water. When we went by houses the Germans
stood along the road watching us and very often they would fill my
bottle with fresh water. The Germans in the areas that had not been
bombed were friendly, but those in the cities were more hostile. The
American fighter planes were flying over us every day and we could
see the smoke from the bombed cities all around us.
The second day I was on a blacktop road and just coming out of a
wooded stretch where I could see the line up the straight open road
ahead. Some P-51s came over and started shooting at the line of men
about a quarter mile ahead of me. The men dove to the side of the
road and spread out a POW sign we had made from strips of white cloth
to be used on just such an occasion. The planes stopped shooting, but
not before two were killed and several wounded. I was lucky to have
been still in the woods where we could dive for cover in the trees.
After that we marched at night when we could but that too presented
problems. It was so dark at night that we suffered from vertigo and
had trouble walking. We finally pinned small pieces of white cloth on
the back of the one in front of us in order to have something to
follow. Sometimes we walked with a hand on the shoulder of the one in
front too for orientation.
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