It's funny, all the time I hear tirades against 'The Enemy' it's people that didn't fight. My Grandfather had utmost respect for 'The Hun', no hatred for them but only the Politicos back home.................
I'm doing a series of paintings for one of my classes right based on this very concept. Keep the photos coming guys, I'll post my stuff once it's done
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Precisely. He was a "Vlasov"; a Russia soldier who decided to fight against his people (under General Vlasov) in order to escape his fate in the POW camp (as was usually the case). The individuals that the young lad was speaking to were commisars. Care to take a guess as to his fate?
Hi Slava, oh, we already KNOW what his fate was? After all, them Rooshins simply called it: "Post War Target Practice". It would be nice to know if any did escape that injustice though.
Many did Carl some joined the foreign Legion , others settled in Liechenstein. Those who ventured to return home were not so lucky.
Thanks you Skipper, that is good to know that at least a few did survive. I think it would be a coup, if some could be found and interviewed. The stories they could tell.......
Sturmkreuz, heres a little story I have in reply to your post of the medic helping the mule. A friend of mine who met a vet from the 101st AB. This man was a machinegunner, and one day during the Battle of the Bulge they saw a few Germans but it was so foggy the officer told them to hold their fire until there were more of them. He finally gave the order to fire, and afterwards they counted 400 dead Germans. That night they found a barn with a cow outside. The officer asked who was going to go out and shoot that cow for dinner and someone volunteered and took the .45 from the officer. He came in a few minutes later saying he couldn't do it. When he pointed the gun at the cows head it just looked at him and went "moooooooooo". One of the guys called him an idiot, took the gun from him, and went out to do the same. He as well came in a few minutes later with the same story as the last man. Finally the officer cussed them out, took the gun, and went to go shoot the cow. 5 minutes later, he came back in and said "damnit I know what you guys mean". The vet said he could never understand why they could kill 400 human beings but not 1 cow.
You see, these great photos prove that everyone involved in combat during this or any war share the hardships together. It also shows another, more realistic side to the " evil Germans " . War makes everyone do things out of desperation that they aren't proud of, but it's nice to see that this sort of compassion existed during WWII in the midst of such brutality and injustice. There is no good or evil side, just men in a chaotic struggle. Great post!
I posted some German pictures my dad "liberated" somewhere in Europe in WWII in the research forum. The one below is a German soldier aiding a wounded Belgian soldier in 1940. I know nobody since 1945, other than my dad and me, have seen this picture so this is it's publishing debut here at WW2F. I don't know if my dad (combat medic) treated any Germans or not. I know he treated a number of injured civilians. View attachment 16750
I will have to find a photo of it if I can, but the highest ranking ace of the Polish air force, after shooting down a German plane in 1939, landed next to the wounded man, helped him out of his burning wreckage and treated his wounds with a nearby civilian on the ground. It is truly amazing what people will do in war times, either so terrible or ever so kind. - S. http://ww2chronicles.blogspot.com
No pic, but spotted this http://www.worldwartours.be/leutnant_friedrich_lengfeld.html A stone monument with a bronze plaque at the Hürtgen military cemetery is dedicated by veterans of the U.S. 4th Infantry Division to the memory of Fredrich Lengfeld (29 September 1921–12 November 1944), a German lieutenant. Lengfeld died on the evening of the 12 November 1944, of the severe wounds he sustained while helping a wounded American soldier out of the "Wild Sow" ("Wilde Sau") minefield.
I'm sure I've bored everyone with this many times.. but as a young impressionable kid in blue uniform and RAF cap badge...brought up on the Battle of Britain and all things ww2 from family and friends...The first official duty as a 16 and a half airman..was at midnight in Cannock Chase at the height of 76 forest fires...All alone gung ho..dark...mark one broom by my side..fires for extinguishing...Left in German war cemetary...Being brought up on Biggles and Spitfires...Now I'm reading German ww2 headstones who a few days ago were STILL the enemy to a 16 and a half year old...Until I saw their ages...probably the best thing the RAF did leaving me there that night.