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German Newspaper from 1944
German newspaper
Propaganda poster/leaflet

Here's another excerpt from the book transcribed from the diary of a POW in WW2. British Army Royal Engineers Sapper Bill Warren was prisoner for four years, in Germany, working on oil refineries near Berlin producing fuel and lubricants for Germany's war machine. 

About ½ an hour later we met him again, & he invited us up to his home, telling us that his wife spoke a little English, and would be most pleased to cook for us any food we were unable to cook at the farm. We spent a very pleasant hour there – the first time we had enjoyed the comforts of a free man for well over 4 years – sitting on a sofa, or at a table which had been properly laid, all of which was luxury to us. Before we left Frau Kromer, for that was their name, invited us again, with any friends we wished to bring for 3 ‘o’ clock, when she would have some suet dumplings and meat & gravy cooked for us. To anyone who understands the food situation in Germany, this was tremendously generous of her as only the most fortunately placed (or racketeering!) families have anywhere near enough food for their own requirements. On arriving back in the farm it seemed as though our dreams of 3 ‘o’ clock were completely shattered. The Hauptramm had been up and announced that some English had been seen in the village, & if any more went out they would be shot on sight. However, the thought of the blog at Frau Kromer’s was too much for us & away we went at 2:45, the 3 of us & Ray.

 



Greets once again. I've decided to make an audiobook of We 67 English, and share it out among friends and family. This whole project started in September 2020 as an idea for a Christmas gift for my partners family. My partners grandfather, Bill Warren, wrote the diary while POW in Leipzig in Germany. His diary only came to light a couple of years ago and most of the family hadn't been able to read it but were greatly interested in this memory of their treasured patriarch, Bill. I decided to set my self a challenge, and transcribe the diary (150+ pages of tiny, tiny writing) and turn it into a book which I could present to Bill's children and grandchildren. 

His diary also contained a number of artefacts that Bill had collected, mostly propaganda leaflets dropped by airplane by both sides, each asserting that should you, the enemy, surrender, you'd be treated really rather well and looked after. I've scanned those and included them in the book. There are a few below! 

If you want to read the whole thing, please contact me via the little widget on the right and I'll see what I can do. 

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Please find below the first few pages of Bill's diary, starting in June 1941.

June 6th 
At last the long awaited day has arrived! The day for which we had hopefully sought for three summers now. It seems that Anglo-American troops have landed along the coast of France between Cherbourg and La Havre. The sky black with ‘planes, the sea a mass of boats. Time either 11am or 12am, on the other hand it may have been pm! Germans claim 75% losses in the initial landing. June 7th Apparently the first troops landed a few minutes after midnight, A froggy told me that 12,000 planes, 6,000 boats and 3 million men took part in the operation which was completely successful. Other sources mention 11,000 planes and 4,000 boats, - probably the sailors and airmen themselves don’t know which is right. It seems dummy parachutists were first dropped, followed later (but at different places) by the genuine live article. Many parts of the distance already penetrated, anything up to 50km. All the Frenchmen here, although are usually cheerful, are now most unusually cheerful & can always be seen “thumbs upping” & wearing that inimitable smile. 8pm: Radio LaBrise reports the fall of Rouen and a speech by DeGaulle in which he tells the French people to keep their heads down until the invasion wave has passed, & then join in the bloody massacre of the Hun & also that he will be in Paris at the head of a new French government by June 22nd.

June 8th
The fall of Rouen seems to be generally confirmed; a froggy informs me that the fighting is on a 250km front, and there have been fresh landings at Dunkirk, Dieppe, Calais etc etc. Also, 10,000 boats have been used . Churchill is supposed to have said that the landings were more successful than ever he had anticipated and the large reserves of boats and planes were not required. Rumors of large “breakthroughs” in the German line in Russia and south of Rome. Radio reports fighting between German troops in France, recent amendment states that it is the Polish volunteers you have turned on the Germans.

June 9th
The German radio and newspapers have been significantly silent regarding the second front for the past 2 days, and rather reticent today, but admitted the fall of Baen. A square head informs us that the Gerries are making swift strategic withdrawals in Italy and the fighting is now 60km north of Rome. Also that 4,000 large and 4,000 small ships are taking part in the landings of troops. Begging your pardon, but a recent report from Kommando (square head source) claims the British forces to be 120km north of Rome after effecting a breakthrough in the German lines. Also that the Allied forces in France are 140km from the coast at one point.

 

So, I've been busy writing a book - it's really just a transcription of the diary kept by a British Army soldier, who is also my partners grandfather. William Warren was a Sapper (explosives expert) in the British army, and was captured in France in 1941, and held as a POW for nearly 4 years until his eventual release towards the  end of the conflict in June '44. It was a real marathon, 4 months of scribbling and deciphering in my spare time after work, his handwriting is very swirly and neat looking yet hard to decipher. One of the hardest things was the place names, as they were spelled phonetically mostly, and so I had to spend a lot of time trying variations on the spelling until I found the real place on a map. A selection of artefacts were kept inside, such as wartime propaganda leaflets from both sides, each promising a wonderful reception if you were to surrender your arms peacefully.
A small extract from the diary:
19 April. Which was Ray’s birthday, proved to be a most eventful day. The mucker and I were lying in the hay on our bed place just under the window musing on the lousiness of life – in fact everything was as usual. A few Thunderbolts were hovering around, but then they had been doing that most of the day. Suddenly we heard the roar of a plane dive which brought us both to our feet at the window. A plane was diving straight for us – Ray yelled to Harry Huntley who was lying on his overcoat opposite us & who immediately dashed toward us. Suddenly the plane opened up with machine guns and canons – the roof was riddled with bullets – instinctively we crashed to the floor with pieces of roofing tile spattering on our heads and backs. The machine-gunning ceased and was immediately followed by two dull thumps like the banging of a door – they were the light bombs.