collection of stories, photos, art and information on Stalag Luft I
If you are a former Prisoner of War or a next of
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Allied aircrew shot down during World War II were
incarcerated after interrogation in Air Force Prisoner of War camps run by the
Luftwaffe. These camps were called Stalag Luft, short for Stammlager
Luft which translates to Permanent Camps for Airmen. The German
Luftwaffe, who were responsible for Air Force prisoners of war, maintained a
degree of professional respect for fellow flyers, and the general attitude of
the camp security officers and guards should not be confused with the SS
The German guards were called "Goons" by the
POWs. It was a nickname which puzzled them. When asked, the POWs
told them that it stood for "German Officer Or Non-com"), which they believed
for a long time and accepted, even at times referring to themselves as Goons. (
In fact the term "goon" was from a Disney character which is described as
ridiculous looking with a prolific growth of hair on the legs. Their language
was unintelligible and they were not credited with having much intelligence.)
The tall sentry watch platforms with mounted searchlights and machine-guns were
therefore called "Goon Towers". Annoying the guards was known as
"Goon Baiting". When a guard was seen approaching an area the POWs would
say "Goon Up" as a warning to their fellow POWs. The guards were
known to shoot first and asked questions afterwards if any prisoner was
rash enough to stray over the knee-high warning wire and then fail to surrender
The German guards specializing in escape
detection were known as 'Ferrets' and would enter the compound at any
time and search any hut without warning. Often in the middle of the night
they would enter, order the POWs out, and they would literally throw everything
into a pile on the floor after searching it, leaving the room a huge mess. English-speaking ferrets would
lie under the barracks in the crawl space and listen for careless talk. As
a rule the POWs were aware of this tactic and were careful not to discuss
There is evidence to suggest that when a tunnel
was detected by the guards or ferrets, it was allowed to continue without
intervention until it appeared to be near completion at which time they would
stop it and collapse it. It is felt they allowed the tunneling to continue
to keep the POWs occupied and busy and therefore not working on another escape
that they did not know about.
The German personnel changed frequently during the
existence of the camp. The officers, their positions, and the dates
that they served are listed below:
"The Commandant is Oberst (Colonel) Scherer - whom we rarely
see. Our contact with him is, in the main, through orders signed
with his name which are issued from time to tiume., threatening
to "shoot to kill" any prisoner found doing something or other.
Then there was that notable occasion when he gave the order that
men in the cooler could have three cigarettes a day - oh, happy
thought. He is a man of medium height, Florid complexion,
grey hair, in all a fairly neat looking officer. What with
the German High Command on one side, however, and our Senior
Officers threatening him with trial for war crimes after the
war. I don't envy him his job."
Hemmings (HEMMINGS G.W. SGT RAF 2215965) suggests that a good addition
to the information on Barth would be a refutation of the things said
about Oberst Scherer in Hub Zemke's book. He feels that what was said was bad
enough, but to publish a photo purporting to be Scherer when it was in
fact some completely unknown German officer is unforgivable.
Scherer was, he says, actually a very
cultured man, a competent musician, and the best type of officer. He was
in fact removed from Luft 1 and sent to Berlin to face charges of undue
leniency toward the POWs. Luckily the end of the war saved him from any
punishment. Gordon provided genuine photos of Scherer to prove his
Major von Miller was the Head of the Intelligence Section at
Stalag Luft I from 1942 to Jan 1945. He had lived in Santa
before the war began and still owned a home there. He said he intended to go
back there after the war. It is known that Major von Miller returned to
Barth at the end of April 1945, and he is described as being the man waving
the white flag to surrender the town of Barth to the Russians.
In the book "Behind Barbed Wire" it states that von Miller was
executed by the Russians on the 14th May 1945 at Barth. Helga Radau
has found this to be untrue. He in fact, returned to Vienna, Austria in Oct.
1945 where he lived until his death in 1969.
"What would correspond to our Intelligence Officer
is Major von Mueller, but there the correspondence ceases. I
acquired my first _________ for him when he failed to return my
salute when I reported to him on entering the camp in December.
Since that time, he has done nothing to cause me to alter my first
impression. He is the one who is in charge of preventing
escapes, and I must grudgingly admit that he has brought that to a
high peak of perfection. He, too, is Austrian - a baron.
He spent some time in the States, played polo, guest of Marshal
Field, the arch shop-keeper. Speaks fluent English, is reported to
have been attached to the German Embassy in London. Is rather
________ which isn't particularly becoming to him."
Henry was an Intelligence Officer.
He was known to the POWs as "Henry the butcher" because he had once lived in
New York where he owned a butcher shop. Click on his name to the left
for more information and to view photos of Stalag Luft I from his personal
"But Henry! He is undoubtedly a very high class German, having
once owned a butcher shop in New York. Arrogant, he is in the
abwehr department and pulls the blitz-barracks searches. Short
and fat, with straw colored hair - the boys don't like Henry.
"When I was young and living in Garden City, Long Island, New York,
my mother would always drive to a neighboring town, named Hempstead,
on Saturdays for her weekly supply of meats. I always wanted
to go with her because I loved the atmosphere of the shop due to
it's large chopping block and the sawdust on the floor.
This was during the 1930's. The name of the owner was
"Herman". Mom told me one day that Herman had returned
to Germany in the late 30's because Hitler had demanded all Germans
born in Germany to return to the Fatherland to help become a great
nation. As he put it "Once a German, always a German".
Herman related to that, according to my mother and left the US with
his family. She missed him very much, and never found another
butcher she liked as she did "Herman".
I, as a member of the 8th Air Force, was shot down in
July 1944. I arrived in Barth and Stalag Luft I (Eins) in
August. Upon arriving, I was processed as a prisoner in the
normal fashion. About the second or third German to whom I
presented myself said to me "Richard ! -- how wonderful to see you.
How is your mother?" It was "Herman the butcher"!
Richard A Matheis
Stalag Luft I POW
Guards in the Camp:
Major K. H. Steinhower
Commandant of North I Compound - a fine man. It
was thought that he was not in favor of the war, but he had to be
careful about this because it was dangerous for a German to appear to be
opposed to it. In civilian life he had been a professor of
languages at a boys' school in Wuppertal, Germany. He had a wife
and a son whom he seemed to have on his mind all of them time. His
face and head were covered with old dueling scars inflicted during his
school days when such marks were considered to be in good taste.
He was about 56 or 57. He is remembered as having tired to help
the POWs out as best he could.
Major Steinhower possessed a rational approach to life, was well
educated and not obsessed with the fanaticism of Nazi superiority.
He had been a professor in mathematics and history in a higher
educational establishment prior to being drafted into Luftwaffe uniform.
Well along in years, this mild mannered ex-teacher would have much
preferred to be back in his seminary writing European history rather
than involved in the thankless task of trying to resolve the endless
problems and complaints of a POW compound. He was fluent in
English, and of reasonably open mind, he could be talked to and reasoned
with. Daily he'd report to our room in North 1 to partake of a cup
of ersatz tea and discuss any subject. In due course I could see
we were influencing and using this man for the POW's bests interests.
That said, Steinhower was anything but a dumb stooge; he well knew his
paychecks came from the Third Reich. On the other hand I doubt if
he condoned negative attitudes and deprivations as dealt out by those
with the real power in Stalag Luft I administration. Much
credit could be given to his efforts in assisting the establishment of
theatrical plays, POW band performances, a library, educational courses
and sundry projects. From my observations this officer was way out
of place in the military.
Executive officer - had learned to speak
English in the United States where he'd been employed by Pan American
Airlines. Supposedly still held stock in the company. Was
called "Smiling Jack" because he was such a sourpuss. Most
remember him for his vigilance noting when a Kreigie failed to salute
him. He put many men in solitary confinement for this violation.
He'd say " I vill poot you in der coolah if you keep forgetting to
salute der sooperior officers! I vill make you respect der Chermans
Thought to have been a West Coast gambler by Capt.
William Hendrickson of San Francisco, CA
Hauptmann von Beck
"Perhaps the best known of the German
officers is Hauptmann von Beck - Managetta, the senior Lager officer.
He is an Austrian nobleman, baron or count, I can't remember which.
From what we can gather, his family was impoverished after the last war,
losing the ancestral castle, etc. He was a flyer in the last war,
and seems to have as his main interest hunting and fishing - has shot in
Scotland in happier days. He is the smartest officer I have seen
among the Germans and his boots are the envy of Kriegie. Hauptmann
von Beck has undoubtedly been instrumental in making conditions in the
camp somewhat more comfortable, and has come as near to capturing the
affection of the camp as any German could. He is very inch an
officer and a gentleman, and regardless of whether we like him or not,
we respect him. During the early part of the war he was a flak
officer on the eastern front. He speaks tolerable English, which
we expected to be better, as he is reported to be quite a linguist."
"The Compound Commander was a spruce,
spare Captain named von Beck. He was from a fine old Viennese
family and at sixteen he had been the youngest Austrian pilot in World
War I. He had a psychopathic fear and hatred of the Russians and
imperfectly concealed the friendliness he felt towards the British and
Americans. Although he was cautious in mentioning it, he had
little empathy with the Nazis. Had he joined the Party, he would
have been a Colonel or possibly a General in the Luftwaffe. Instead,
because of his lukewarm support of the Nazis, he was relegated to the
thankless task of supervising prisoners of war. Between wars he had
owned large baronial estates throughout Austria. He was fond of
skiing; he hunted big game and was a crack shot. Before the war he
visited America and England and had spent his summers in the south of
France. He was always dressed immaculately in a beautifully cut
uniform and polished black boots. In spite of the fact that he was
only forty-five, he was now old, frail and graying a little forlorn and
lost int he frantic fervor of Hitler's Germany.
Von Beck and I found we had many mutual
acquaintances in Vienna and the ice was completely broken.
From then on von Beck made us frequent social visits and in the evenings
requested that we close our shutters so that the guards would not see
One evening after roll call, we heard his
knock. After his customary cup of coffee and American cigarette,
he rose from the table and went over to check if the shutters were
firmly shut. To our astonished eyes, he then stood in the corner of the
room, carefully lowered his breeches and solemnly pulled out a long
eared rabbit. He made a courtly bow as he presented it. He
told us to be extremely careful in cooking it and to be sure to dispose
of the bones to protect both himself and us. He then left the room
in his usual manner. Ultimately the Germans caught up with von
Beck. In the winter of '45 he disappeared from camp and we later
heard from the guards that he had been shot for excessive fraternization
with Allied officers. It was a humiliating end for a proud and gallant
"One of the German officers at Stalag
Luft I was an Austrian aristocrat, Hauptman von Beck. He took a
fancy to the occupants of Room 2 and often visited them in the evenings,
bringing a loaf of crisp, white French bread - a sheer luxury to
Kriegies, who were used to the harsh and unappetizing black goon bread.
He would entertain them with various stories of his time in England.
On one occasion, when staying at a country house, he had disgraced
himself by shooting a fox. It was obvious that he preferred the
company of Room 2, to that of his mess, where, he told them, he was
unpopular, being not only an Austrian, but in the supposedly invincible
Bill Edwards tells
of a very kind German prison guard at Stalag
Luft I who was an ex WWI pilot who admired the American pilots. He says
that this guard wore large baggy pants and would sneak in rabbits in his
pants for the starving men to eat.
Stalag Luft I POW
"At Roll Call - Hauptmann Probst,
although only a Captain was saluted as Commander of the Compound (North
3). He was fat, comical, good natured man whom the men called
"Santa Claus". After the salute, he never failed to issue the same
order in exactly the same manner:
sir: pleeeeze put the men at eass."
(speaking to Colonel Gabreski as American Compound Commander)
He would then click together the heels of his black boots in a
resounding crack; practically throw himself off balance with a
vigorously executed Hitler salute and begin his count. We had to
warn new Kriegies ahead of time, to keep them from laughing aloud --
embarrassing us all. "
From "Journey to a Star" by William G.
"Fred was a middle aged guard, too old to
fight at the front and we felt, probably too stupid. He was fairly
good natured, for a Goon. He also loved American cigarettes, as
did most of the German guards. Cigarettes were our money, and if
we could collect enough of them, we could buy a lot of otherwise
verboten goods. It was amazing what those guards could find
for us in trade for a few cigarettes.
I met Fred after dark trading through the window for some simple things
at first-- a toothbrush and toothpaste, some screws for a pendulum clock
a fellow POW was making out of Klim cans and later the works for the
clock from an old cuckoo clock."
Stalag Luft I - North 2 Compound POW
(Possibly Uffz. Friedrich Haenschke)
A tall man, with a dirty looking mug. He
wasn't even liked by the Germans. It was a rare occasion when he
didn't pull his gun when screaming at some helpless prisoner.
Was the official German interpreter.
He was tall, slope-shouldered, skinny and bald-headed. He
characteristically listened to what the POWs wanted interpreted to the
German officers, and then he'd relate a totally different message to
them in German.
A buck-toothed interpreter who was always
trying to gain favor from both sides. He tried to earn approval from the
POWs when he was around them, but acted quite differently, and loyally,
when amongst his German comrades. He made the mistake of visiting his
home near the Baltic when the Russians were advancing and was cut off.
He never returned.
"Tisch was a gnarled gnome of about forty with a cocky,
bustling manner. He spoke excellent English. He was always willing
to smuggle matches and other scarce items into camp for the
prisoners. He made no secret of the fact his job was a sinecure
and delighted in telling us how lucky he was not to be sent to the front
because of his age, children and value in a prisoner of war camp,
Tisch like to brag of his prowess with the opposite sex
and of his frequent extra-marital exploits in the town of Barth - fine
stories for frustrated Kriegies. Some of the men liked Tisch, but
the majority resented his cockiness and were cautious in talking to him,
knowing that whatever they said would be reported to higher authorities.
In 1945 the "goons", short of manpower on the weakening Eastern front,
scraped the bottom of the barrel and among the fish was Tisch.
Accompanied by derisive boos and jeers from the POWs, he marched off as
additional cannon fodder.
"Oberfeldwebel (tech sergeant) Heinrich Zufall,
was 54 years old. He had the typically rosy cheeks of a north
German, and we called him “Grumpy,” but not to his face.
“Grumpy” was, in fact, a good man. He never broke the
rule of not trading with us, and we certainly did not try to get him to. We
always left a package of cigarettes from a Red Cross parcel lying on the
table, open with a few cigarettes poking out to be taken. He would arrive
unannounced in the small room, plunk himself down on a bench, and say,
“Guten Morgen.” I spent a lot of time with Willie ( Lt. William
Gambrell - the barracks translator) and his roommates,
and got to know Grumpy to an extent, too. Without asking permission in any
way, Grumpy would help himself to a smoke or two or three, and engage Willie
in a conversation that might go on for an hour. Grumpy’s son had been
killed while flying as the rear gunner in a Ju-87B Stuka dive
bomber. Grumpy’s brother, 56 years old, was killed in the infantry on the
eastern front. Grumpy was no fan of Hitler or the Nazis, that was clear.
But he was a good soldier.
One day Willie pulled a prank that was a classic.
Here’s the way the conversation went:
Willie: “Warum sprechen Sie kein
Englisch?” (“Why don’t you speak some English?”)
Grumpy: “Ja. Es ist zu compliziert.”
(“It is too complicated.)
Willie: “Es ist einfach. Sie
könnten sagen, ‘Guten Morgen’ auf Englisch. (“It is simple. You could
at least say ‘good morning’ in English.”)
Grumpy: “Ja. Wie sagt mann ‘Guten
Morgen’ auf Englisch?” (“OK, how does one say ‘Guten Morgen’ in
Then, without warning us in any way, Willie came back
“Mann sagt ‘How’s your pecker
I thought I would explode laughing, but I dared not so
much as snicker, and the other three guys in the room contained themselves
with considerable difficulty, just as I did.
So thereafter when Grumpy came into the little room, we
insisted that he say “Guten Morgen” in English, and he would manfully
do his best. We never even grinned. But it was great fun. "
William F. Miller
Stalag Luft I POW- North 2 Compound
"In the summer, the guard we called
“Junior” let us take a swim in the sea which much to my surprise was
very warm. One day our guard told us that he was going home on leave and
that he lived in Berlin. During that time the “Mighty Eight” had heavily
bombed Berlin causing a lot of destruction and when our guard returned
to the POW camp, we asked him how it was to be back home. He threw up
his hands and grunted in disgust. Our guard was all of nineteen and
about six feet tall and was to be shipped out to the Eastern Front to
fight the Russians who were crossing the Elbe River. We never saw
Junior’ again. The younger guards were being replaced by men who were to
old for combat."
South Compound - Stalag Luft I POW
Read Stephen Scherer's speech about his father, along with a letter from
Oberst Scherer to his wife written from Stalag Luft I, which follows on
Visit from the Protecting Power
Stalag Luft I - Barth, Germany - August 1943 -
The Protecting Powers visit.
L to R - Hauptmann v.Miller,
Secretary Burchand, Attaché Auckenthaler (both from
Oberst Willibald Scherer, Dr. Thams and Hauptmann Eillers.
Stalag Luft I administration and intelligence officers group
photo in front of barracks
Identified as follows:
Oberst Scherer - Camp Commandant until January 1945 2 - Major Von Miller - Head of Intelligence in the Camp 3 -
Edith Hückstedt - Secretary in the camp - lives near Barth today
4 - Heinrich Haslob - "Henry the butcher" 5 -
Kröber 6 - Dobbert 7 - Jäckel 8 - Rattmann 9 - Nimkow
Oberst Scherer (on right), together with the Director of the Ministry, Dr. Bottiger
of the German Air Force
The above photos are from the
personal collection of Stephan Scherer - son of Oberst Scherer.
The grand boxing tournament of 18 April 1945.
Kommandant Oberst von Warnstedt is leaning forward (second from right),
his second in command, Oberst Jager is on his left.
Warnstedt and administration at Stalag Luft I
Some of the guards at Stalag Luft I - Henry the butcher
is 2nd from the left, the others are not known.
Can you identify any of these guards?
The man facing to the left in the picture may have been known as the "Green
Hornet" can any of you confirm or deny this?
Unknown Luftwaffe guard in front of gate leading to North 1
Compound at Stalag Luft I
Stephan Scherer (Germany):
"My Father was the Commandant of Stalag Luft 1”
Speech given at the Stalag Luft I Conference on September 8,
Willibald Karl Scherer, was born in Passau on July 13, 1892. He was born
into a middle class family of conservative lawyers. His Protestant father
moved from Passau to Munich to further his career. He graduated from the Wilhelmsgymnasium.
He joined the
cavalry and later was an lookout for enemy planes during World War 1.
Between the two world wars, he became involved with Freichor Epp,
which was supposed to help with the emancipation of Munich from the
revolutionary intellectuals and their followers. In WWII worked for the Air Force at an air base and at
the end of 1942, was named Commander of the prison system for POWs at Stalag
Luft 1. He, along with other officials, was relieved of this position at
the end of 1944. A fellow Gestapo employee named Oppermann overheard
comments made by my father about the current regime and collected that
information along with things he observed and passed them on to higher
officials. This led to my father’s dismissal. One blames my father for
Anglophilismus and pro-Jewish behavior. I can’t furnish details, but that
was the tone of the complaint. The process was to take place in Stettin
(name of a town, I think), but then dragged out for weeks, until the
jurisdiction for processing the complaint was passed on to Berlin. The war
ended before the process could be completed. So my father survived. In
February 1946, he emerged from a British POW camp and as he entered our home
he threw an old vase to the floor. That was not a good omen. As a former
officer he could not find work immediately after the war. During this time,
my mother, well-known in the region as a portrait and landscape artist,
supported our family. This was a bitter pill for my father to swallow and
his pride was hurt. During the time that my parents were separated by the
war, they wrote each other loving letters, sometimes 3 letters a day, and
sometimes they even spoke to each other on the telephone. As I sorted
through the thousands of letters, I often wondered how, with all of his
daily activities and responsibilities, my father found the time to write so
many letters. When my father returned from the war, the relationship
between my parents deteriorated. There were loud fights every day. A
My father was
married twice. After the war, my father’s son, Hermann, from his first
marriage moved with his mother to America. Hermann later returned to
Germany as an American Occupation soldier and met his future wife in
Berlin. After his military career, he worked for a computer company in
Florida, that developed test simulators for the U.S. army. Hermann Scherer,
my half brother died at the young age of 49. He was survived by a daughter
and a son who served during the Gulf War. In the meantime, there is a large
group of Scherers who have all become American citizens.
In his second
marriage, my father married his second cousin, Marie Luise, who had the same
last name as my father. That made the formalities of a civil marriage much
easier. Marie Luise Scherer studied art in Dresden and Leipzig. An
exchange of letters with people from this region continued long after the
conclusion of the war with those who survived the war.
I was born in 1942,
a few months before my father took over as head of the prison camp in
Barth. I have virtually no memories of my father from WWII, since I was too
young. Today, if I recall memories of my father from after the war, I see
him buried behind a mountain of books: mostly history books, but also
fiction and art books. I also remember that he liked to take long walks
along the Donau River or hikes through the mountains of Tirol. His greatest
love was music and if he had been a civilian, he would have wanted to be a
conductor. He played the violin, viola, cello, piano. He had a great ear
for music and could play sheet music without prior practice. After the war,
my father was 54, so a musical career was no longer possible. Later, as my
father was able to find work again, he was happy to become the administrator
for Lotto (a national lottery). Later he became responsible for all lottery
outlets in the region of Straubing. Even during the war, he was able to
answer his musical yearnings. For example, in Barth he, other acquaintances
and Pastor Just formed a small chamber music group. Even after the war,
back in Straubing and Lower Bavariy, he continued with his chamber music and
played everything from Hayden to Mozart to Bartok. His remaining group of
friends was very middle class. My mother was more outgoing and she had an
incredibly large circle of friends and acquaintances.
From the letters my
father wrote to my mother while he was Commander of Stalag Luft 1, it was
clear that he tried hard to run a correct and humane camp and that he was
concerned for the fate of the prisoners. I also have this impression from
letters written by ex-POW’s, for which I am very grateful. However, I also
gathered from these letters that the generally good treatment of the
prisoners in Stalag Luft 1 was the wish of those higher in command. One
should keep the prisoners of war in a good mood, because one would hope that
ultimately they would be allies in the war against the much-hated
The letters from my
father while he was in Barth were all written in the same manner.
The weather had
direct consequences on the well-being of my father and the situation in the
camp. There was also the mention of specific occasions, for example, visits
to the camp by police or trips to visit friends in Barth.
The suggestions and
instructions to my mother, encompassed all areas of life. Always a loving
closure rule. This was how just about every letter was structured.
As an example, here follows a typical letter from my father to my mother:
3/2/44 in the evening
the average, my father and mother wrote up to three letters to each
other every day)
About the weather; yes, that was a terrible
The first spring temperatures, tempting you to go
outside and work in the garden, and now, after two days, this abrupt
weather change! For 24 hours the storm direction has changed from
south to west and now a blizzard shaking and howling through the area,
and so we are aghast and disgusted about it. Under such
circumstances, watching the POWs, in fact, is not possible any longer!
Good weather for an escape; will the headcount be correct
tomorrow? Within the next two days 300 American officers will
arrive simultaneously! This will be a hard job, especially for the
assistant to v.Miller, who has to take charge
(of the newly arriving prisoners).
Yesterday evening a tunnel was discovered, which was already
complete to the fence. The guys had poured the scooped out sand
into the toilets and sinks and then strongly complained that the new
sewage system did not work properly! Now those gentlemen have to
do the cleaning up themselves under the supervision of the German
Today you can hardly remain in the rooms facing
the west. The whole day long I sat in my office wearing the coat
to my raingear. My feet feel like icicles, and I will be glad to
get in my bed. The curtains are dancing in the room, as if the
windows were open!
But now my dearest, I want to thank you for two
dear letters of the 26th and 27th, (and the
nice van Gogh postcard) and the letter with the brown wool mending
material. Today Else
(a helper at Stalag Luft I ?)showed me a blue uniform
shirt, that cannot be repaired. I will send it to you, if I get a
chance, by post; pieces of it may be useful for making summer shirts for
Stephan; recently I had to present a shirt of the same quality in
How are things with you? Again you report about
being worn out, as you have done recently! So the symptoms of your
illness have not yet been expelled from your body. Maybe you
should try a mineral water cure at home? I wonder what doctor can give
you the best advice and where you can get x- rayed? Hopefully you
will get over this. Will Agnes
(her older sister, resident of the city of Bremen, now there in
Straubing visiting my mother)
be leaving soon?
Stephan: Hopefully you will receive official documents concerning
him. Actually, he could be useful to me as a civilian translator. I'm
trying hard to locate translators. Presently I have put in a request for
9 people such as he from the translator's school in Bonn-H (....?),
where their school is located.
That Straubing, and the surrounding area, is fed
up with the refugee situation, I can understand; even so it may be
unlikely that people from Vienna will be evacuated that far.
We don't have any fears here and are living as if
in the deepest peace. Our foot soldier have no idea how nice they have
it here. What will our comrades in the east have to suffer right now! -
Very soon now I shall retreat from this day and
letter) with a heartfelt
good night for you and (son) Stephan.
With deep love,
PS. - Say "Hello" to Agnes as well
Questions for former POWs:
What guards came with the Stalag Luft IV POWs to Luft I? Can you
supply us with any names or nicknames of these guards? Did they
stay at Luft I until the end of the war?
I recently read that Big Stoop and the Green Hornet of Luft
IV were seen at Stalag Luft I on April 30, 1945. Had they been there since
the Luft IV POWs arrived in early 1945? Can any of you confirm
having seen them at Luft I?