August 2nd, 1945

Journal,

 

Driving ambulances has not only provided me with wages but I have made a few excellent contacts within the ranks of the British and American military.  I have met a man from a place called Hoboken, New Jersey.  He works for an American intelligence agency and is gathering information from Germany and Russia.  Sometimes he rides with me if I am delivering supplies.  Other times he has me drive him to the Russian embassy, dressed in civilian clothing.  I’ve even gone with him to the edge of Germany, near the Russian border, where he just sits and listens to any conversations he can hear.  I’m not sure what he listens for, but he is an important man in the government so I help him out whenever possible.  I have also been doing a good deal of translating recently, especially with all of the prisoners passing through.  Thank God I am not one of them.

 

Henry

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June 20th, 1945

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Joseph and I arrived in Hamburg yesterday. We have gone our separate ways, each of us looking for a job and some money.  It seems the only place I will find employment is in one of the many refugee camps throughout Germany.  I spoke with a British officer this afternoon who was impressed that I could speak and understand German, Polish and English.  He has hired me to work for the British as an ambulance driver and interpreter. I will always be riding with a doctor and we will travel around northern and central Germany.  No one questions my background.  They all believe I am simply a Polish refugee of the war. 

 

Henry 

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May 19th, 1945

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We have escaped! Two nights ago, Joseph and I convinced the guard we were Polish refugees and they allowed us to walk out of the POW camp. Hopefully it will be a few days until the British realize we are missing.

We are currently traveling towards North Central Germany. We’ve been traveling on the side of the highway, walking in ditches that keep us out of sight. Anytime a jeep or a motorcycle drives by, we scramble to hide until they have passed us. Luckily, they are so noisy we can hear them from a mile away. We have been sleeping on farms and in haystacks at night, stealing or begging food from the farms along the road. Joseph grew up in the city and does not know much about farm life. I can milk cows since I spent so much time on my grandmother’s farm. And I know how to carefully take the eggs from under the hen without disturbing her. Joseph has been pecked many times. Last night, he tried to steal some eggs and woke up the hen. She began to squawk loudly and the farmer came dashing out of the house with his gun. We ran as fast as we could and the farmer chased us all the way down to the road.

 

Henry

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May 15th, 1945

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We have been living in a Prisoner of War camp for over a week now and it is miserable.  I refuse to remain here and so my friend Joseph Price and I are planning to escape.  I don’t want to be sent to England as a prisoner.  Joseph and I have both managed to secure civilian clothing by trading for the supplies we have left.  We will leave our German uniforms behind in the camp and sneak away from the British.  Joseph is Polish too and we will simply claim that we were Polish citizens caught up by mistake with the rest of the prisoners. I pray that this works and I will see my family again.

 

Henry

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May 5th, 1945

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It is over. Germany has been ordered to surrender all of its armed forces. We have been told that Hitler killed himself a few days ago. Admiral Dönitz, the Commander in Chief of the German Navy, instructed all German ships to surrender to the nearest British or American forces. We are to avoid surrendering to the Russians at all costs. Those ships at sea are to come to the nearest port, while others ships already at port, such as ours, are to stay there. We are docked in the far north of Germany, near a city named Klixbull close to the Danish border. We will become Prisoners of War under the British, although no one is sure what will happen to us.

 

Henry

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February 17th, 1945

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I’ve settled into a routine serving out here in Prussia, on the edge of the Baltic Sea. Just yesterday, I myself fired on a ship and sank it. My boat has not had many hits, but this mission was successful. Not long ago, my aunt was traveling on a German merchant marine ship through the Baltic Sea when it was sunk by the Russians. Hundreds of women and children were killed, my aunt included. It felt good to sink one of the Russian ships in return. The Russians have very few countermeasures against our U-boats. They are not much of a Navy. If the war was fought only at sea, we might have a chance of winning. I am not sure how the rest of our forces are doing in this war. I just hope it is over soon.

 

Henry

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