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    PFC Ralph L. Williams 707th Tank Battalion

    I am attempting to gather information regarding Pfc Ralph L. Williams, 707th Tank Battalion taken prisoner December 19, 1944, and sent to Stalag IIA. I Understand he contacted frostbite meeting the requirement to be awarded the Purple Heart. His Daughter attempted to obtain copies of military records only to be advised they were destroyed in the fire at St. Louis. So the only other option is to locate someone held in same camp or another member of the 707th. Williams was medically discharged. Any assistance would be appreciated.

    Robert E. Johnson



    PFC Jose Dolores Leyba Company K 112th Infantry Regiment

    My father, Pfc Jose Dolores Leyba, served in the 112th Inf Reg Co K 28th Div during the battle of Hurtgen Forest in the drive on the town of Schmidt. He was taken prisoner and held in Stalag 2A, Neuremberg/Mecklengerg 53-13 from 8 Nov 44 to 1 May 45. I am searching records for documentation, morning reports, showing exact date he was captured, where he was captured, and possible injury sustained during this battle. I have so far been unsuccessful in obtaining any medical reports from the VA which would support me in obtaining a replacement for The Purple Heart Medal which he received. Family members recall having seen it but its whereabouts is unknown since both my father and mother are deceased.

    Anyone having served with my father or having any knowledge of his activity while serving our country may have the information I need to complete my search. Thanks for anything which you could privide regarding my search.

    Isabel Leyba Ballard



    Staff Sargent Philip Lodato Company F, 100th Division 399 Infantry

    I am disparately trying to find a WWII POW who was in Stalag II A located in Neubrandenburg. My name is Philip Lodato I was a staff sargent who was captured and held in this prison. I am trying to located a fellow POW who went by the name of Bosco.

    Philip Lodato



    Staff Sargent Samuel Maynard Swanson 45th Infantry Division

    My father-in-law, Staff Sargent Samuel Maynard Swanson, served with the 45th Infantry Division, US Army and a was a POW in Stalag IIA.

    It would be great to learn of anyone who may have known, had a picture or a story about my father-in-law. He died in 2003 in Galesburg, Illinois, his home town.




    Staff Sargent Samuel Maynard Swanson 45th Infantry Division

    My father-in-law, Staff Sargent Samuel Maynard Swanson, served with the 45th Infantry Division, US Army and a was a POW in Stalag IIA.

    It would be great to learn of anyone who may have known, had a picture or a story about my father-in-law. He died in 2003 in Galesburg, Illinois, his home town.




    Franjo Josip Golez

    My father was in Belgrade during bombing on April 6th 1941. He was taken by the Germans to Stalag 2c and then Stalag 2a. He was in contact with many English, Polish and French POW's. He was released on 1942 and returned back home to Yugoslavia.

    Gojko Golez



    Pte. Raymond Thomas Noon 84th Infantry Division

    Two Hundred Days

    The cattle cars rattled along the rails. It was cold and congested in the cars and each held eighty men in a space that was intended for forty men or eight horses. They had been there for what seemed like an eternity. Ray looked to his right where one man was keeping track of the days. Four lines indicated four days. All the men were sorely disheartened in this place that was not much more than a shipping crate. It was cramped, with no food and only several buckets of water. With no other place to relieve themselves, the soldiers were forced to do so in the cattle car with all eyes on them.

    What seemed like an endless trip finally did end with the screeching of the cold, steel wheels on frozen tracks. They arrived in a camp that appeared to be as disheartened and lonely as the souls that occupied it. The sun was shining bright however, and the wind was not as cold as the inside of the cattle cars. They lined up and marched to a cement block where their photos were taken with a tag around their necks that stated in white block letters, “Stalag 2A” and contained their identification number. They were in the city of Neubrandenburg, about thirty miles north of Berlin. It was November, 1944.

    The only thing on the minds of the men at that point was food and food they were given – cold turnip soup. The soup satisfied all the empty stomachs except one: that of Private Raymond Thomas Noon. He held out his rusted metal plate like a beggar holding out a tin cup. He hated turnips. Reflecting back on the situation, he recently said, “When you’re hungry, you’ll eat anything. Well, in my case, that was not true. I hated turnips and after 4 days of no food but turnips, I refused to eat them. Nothing, not even hunger, can make a man eat what he despises most.” As they walked back to their residential blocks, they walked in single file and were taken to their respective living quarters. Ray stared into the empty cement block room and was reminded how he had arrived in such a place.

    The guns rattled over the tall sugar beets. The 84th division was on its way to backup the 106th division, which had found itself trapped while being pounded brutally by German forces. Before they could find the 106th, the shooting started. Ray remembers only the chaos of it all; people were shooting on all sides and the sound grew to the sound of popcorn in a kettle. Their move was meant to be a surprise attack on a division of German forces but blew up in their faces as the enemy saw right through it and turned the surprise back on the Americans. The lieutenant in charge of their platoon was a former English teacher and had made one mistake: leading them into a sugar beet field that gave the enemy the high ground advantage. Ray could only lie flat on his stomach underneath the 3 foot tall sugar beets. His long B.A.R. rifle was a powerful rifle that could shoot up to 10 shoots per second, but was not useful in tight quarters. One by one, his friends around him got up to shoot only to be shot by the enemy. Half of the platoon was killed before their lieutenant decided to surrender. This occurred outside the town of Guilenkurken, where they had hoped to find the location of the trapped 106th division.

    A guard walked in behind them to inform them of the rules and living arrangements. The guards name was Helmut; he was the only English-speaking guard at the camp.

    “In six months you’ll all be able to speak German,” he said. Ray later learned that the guards at Stalag 2A were Whermacht, or “home guards.” They were civilians: painters, carpenters, and bankers. As Ray recollected, “They knew as little about what that war was about as we did.” The guards had nothing against any American POW that they were assigned to guard and had something very much in common with the POWs – they wanted nothing more than for the war to be over and to go home to their families. He learned that the guards were not SS, Hitler’s henchmen. They were civilians forced to leave their careers and help with the war. Ironically, the common ground between the guards and the POWs continued to grow as the months passed.

    Ray urgently had to learn simple German phrases and pick up whatever else he could from the communication he had with the guards so as to assure his survival. By the end of six months in the camp, he could “carry on a half-assed conversation in German.” It was shortly after his arrival that he came into contact with a guard by the name of Wilhelm Drahk, or “Willy” as the prisoners called him. He was quite friendly, of middle age, and walked around with a limp. Apparently he had been injured and now found himself with a permanent limp. He was a painter with three kids from the town of Deuseldorf, which coincidentally was a town that the cattle carts passed through on their way to Stalag 2A. The town had suffered a lot of loss, had been demolished to the point that “not even a mouse could find shelter from the rain”, as they told Willy, but Willy appeared surprised when the incoming prisoners told him what they’d seen.

    One day, Willy suggested to Ray that he take a job at a brick factory in nearby Friedland since it was easy work. Willy was constantly trying to make life easier for the prisoners and periodically would make suggestions vital to their health and life in the camp. Ray probably would have declined the job if it were not Willy who had made the suggestion. It was known among the prisoners that Germany was forcing prisoners of war to work in armament factories thinking that allied planes would hesitate to drop their bombs knowing their own soldiers were in the factories. Since this factory was just a brick factory, Ray decided to take the job.

    Willy was right. It was easy work and periodically they would receive pay. The Geneva Convention required that working POWs be given a paying wage that matched the rest of the civilian population. However, German marks were worth nothing and prisoners could not spend the money in any event. Working in the brick factory would define most of the rest of Ray’s days in the camp. The POWs were given other assignments but most prisoners worked in factories.

    One other form of work Ray received while at Stalag 2A was working in cemeteries, digging graves. One day, a truck filled with cattle drove by the field they were working in and as it did a calf fell off the back of the truck. He and his friend, Sly Fox was his nickname, decided to take it back with them. They stared at the calf with hungry eyes. It was like the heavens decided to give them a feast fit for kings. A calf was worth quite a bit at the time and they knew if they brought the calf back to the camp, it would be taken away from them. They decided to hide the calf in a grave and went back to the camp saying, “We’re going to have steak tonight!” Unfortunately, it was later discovered by the guards before they could go back to recover the calf. It was occurrences like these, however, that brightened the long days and cold nights.

    When they arrived back at the camp that day, it was evident that something great had happened. People were all running around excited about something. They managed to stop someone to find out where everyone was going. “Our Red Cross packages have arrived!” the man said. Sly Fox and Ray went back to their living quarters uncertain as to what that meant. A guard soon arrived with packages wrapped in pale paper to hand out to the prisoners. As Ray opened the package, he soon learned what the veteran prisoners were excited about. Inside the package, he found food, candy, and most importantly, cigarettes. The real value in these packages was not the food, but the cigarettes. Cigarettes during this war, especially in a POW camp, were like gold. They were worth more than American dollars or German marks - which were usually worthless. The German guards knew that these packages contained cigarettes yet did not take them. More importantly, these were American cigarettes, which had the reputation of being made of higher quality tobacco than German cigarettes. They periodically received these packages, and yet, the German guards had enough integrity to not steal them. Ray was surprised when he learned this. There was more to a German soldier than he’d realized when they were seen only across the sights of his B.A.R.

    Officers in the German army periodically visited them. One day, a Colonel visited and had a large group of POWs lined up and searched. Some of them were found to be carrying American cigarettes. The German officer spoke in English:

    “I will trade you two packs of German cigarettes for one pack of your American cigarettes. There will come a time when you won’t care about the quality and will appreciate the additional quantity,” he said. Ray was puzzled as to why the Colonel did not just force them to give up their cigarettes. These people were not all the monsters that they had appeared to be and in fact wanted to be fair to the prisoners.

    The months passed and with it the season did as well. The air warmed up and the sun shone brighter with each passing day. By that time, however, Ray had come down with dysentery, which was rampant throughout the camp due to the generally unsanitary conditions. There wasn’t a single soul in the camp that didn’t have dysentery, including the guards. It seemed like the guards and the POWs had more in common than not. It was like they were both in a situation that they could not escape from and because of that they worked together and passed the time together.

    Ray found himself losing a lot of weight due to the dysentery. He knew that this weight loss had little to do with the amount of food he was receiving. For breakfast, they received a slice of bread and a cup of coffee. For supper they received several potatoes or cabbage. There was very little meat in their diet and therefore very little protein. This also accounted for some of the weight loss. Sometimes, they were fed horse meat. However, at times the horse meat was rotten. With the generally unsanitary conditions and the crowded living quarters in the camp, dysentery spread like wildfire. Fortunately though, this did not rob his strength.

    By March, 1945, Ray had been in the camp for about four months. Ray had continued the counting of days that he saw in the box cars by marking bars on the wall of his living unit. 150 bars meant 5 months had passed. They were working out in a field one day when Willy came over to them to inform them that Roosevelt had passed away.

    “Roosevelt tot,” he said. Ray and his friends had a difficult time figuring out what “tot” meant but finally realized that this meant “dead”.

    “Germany is sure to win the war now, this is our saving grace!” he said.

    “That doesn’t mean that the U.S. is out of the war,” they replied.

    “This will disrupt the U.S.’s position and involvement in the war,” Willy told them and then he left.

    They were left alone to discuss what Willy had told them. Willy’s remarks made little sense to them. They could not understand how he could think that Roosevelt’s death would help Germany to win the war. This told them that the people in Germany were used to long term, well-establish leaders like Hitler and would misinterpret the meaning of the death of Roosevelt. They didn’t know that the vice president of the U.S. would take over the presidency and that nothing would change. If a similar situation occurred in Germany, the death of the leader meant the end of the country’s involvement in the war and perhaps a complete change in political direction for the country. This would later prove true as the death of Hitler meant the death of the Nazi party. Hitler was the Nazi party. Everyone else relied on the survival of the party, and therefore Hitler. During Ray’s entire stay at Stalag 2A, the Russians were making large advances on German territories.

    During the last week of April, the Russians got so close to the camp that the guards were forced to leave the camp, all the guards except one: Willy. With the little money they had, some of the prisoners purchased a cart and ox for the prisoners that could not walk due to injuries or illnesses. Willy confronted Ray about the possibility of hitching a ride with the injured prisoners. Willy’s limp kept him from leaving the camp with the other guards and his own life was at risk if the Russians found him there.

    “You too, Willy. Get on,” Ray told him.

    “I’m not sure that the other guys will like a former German guard riding with them, especially if we run into German soldiers,” Willy replied.

    “If any of them have a problem with it, they’ll have to deal with me,” he told Willy.

    The Russian POWs joined the American POWs as well. Ray took this as a sign that getting caught by the Russians would be bad news. Even the Russians didn’t want to be found by Russian forces, so they decided to march west towards the American lines. He looked at the wounded in the cart. They looked like a disheartened, sad bunch. All of a sudden Willy spoke up:

    “You all represent the best army in the world. Act like it !!” he said.

    Willy’s words reminded Ray of his reserve time in England before D-Day. He’d found the 106th division sitting in a remote area of the base. He was sent to get them established, since they had just arrived from the states. The 106th division was a collection of misfits the army had recruited. They “couldn’t tell the difference between their butt and the butt of their gun.” As he put it, “They were a sad bunch of yo-yo’s.” They were the rejects, the rebels of society. As soon as they could be sent to the front lines, their superior officers would get rid of them. However, they represented the best army in the world, that of the United States of America.

    After they escaped from the prison camp, the American and Russian prisoners marched for two days, all the while separating further and further from one another. Some were weaker than others and had to take rest breaks. Ray eventually found himself alone, as he had a leg problem and decided to stay behind. He was walking alone through the German countryside when he ran into an Italian that crossed his path. Apparently the Italian had separated from another POW group. He sat down with the Italian to take a break. They exchanged small talk for a while. The Italian knew some English. Before they separated, however, the Italian indicated with his arm that he wanted to exchange hats, perhaps as a souvenir. Ray received the Italian uniform hat and in exchange the Italian received an American hat.

    They parted ways and Ray continued his trek westward. He stumbled upon a little Volkswagen jeep parked at the bottom of a hill. He decided to try to get on the back to give his legs a break. The little jeep eventually got moving again, but its engine was not strong enough to pull both the driver and Ray sitting in the back. The driver stopped and got out. He went around back to see what was keeping the jeep from climbing the hill and there he found Ray lying in the back.

    What happened next was both shocking and miraculous. The driver was actually a German soldier and as soon as he discovered Ray in the back, he reached for the pistol in his holster and began yelling at him in German. Ray froze, as the gun was pointed right at him. The soldier indicated with the waving of his pistol that he wanted Ray to get out of his jeep all the while yelling at him. Ray did as he was told.

    Ray stood in the middle of the road, sweating nervously at what had happened to him. He watched the jeep drive away. He removed his hat to wipe the sweat off his brow. Instantly, he was reminded that he was wearing an Italian hat. If he had been wearing his American hat, the German soldier probably would have shot him. The angels save people in some of the most peculiar ways.

    Later that day, he finally came across an American platoon. He was taken to an American base in France where he was deloused, bathed, and clothed. He was also treated for the dysentery that had caused him to lose 30 pounds. At the time he’d entered Stalag 2A, he weighed 150 pounds. Two hundred days later, he weighed 120.

    Ray returned to the United States after the war and today has lived to reach 77 years of age. Ray never returned to Germany or England and never knew what happened to his friend, Willy, the Whermacht guard.

    In May of 1948, Raymond Noon married Ruth Bracken in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and in September, he enrolled in the Carnegie Institute of Technology. In 1952, Ray graduated with a degree in Chemical Engineering and began a career that would provide countless opportunities for himself and his family. In March, 1949, Ruth gave birth to their first son, Thomas Francis Noon.

    Thomas F Noon



    PFC. Arlin Clay Edwards 112nd Infantry Regiment

    My grandfather was a prisoner in Stalag 2A from 11/08/1944 until 6/08/1945.

    Debra Edwards



    T/Sgt. Morris Franklin Snyder 7th Infantry Reg

    My father, Morris Snyder was captured in France, and taken to Stalag XIIID until he was healthy enough to go to Stalag IIA by the Baltic Sea.

    Pattie Essig



    Pvt. George Yaros 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment 101st Airborne

    George Yaros was held as a POW at Stalag IIA from 12/20/1944

    G. David Yaros



    Cpl. Thomas Eugene "Barney" Barnett Co K, 112th Infantry Regiment

    My Grandfather, Thomas Barnett was captured on November the 8th 1944 whilst serving with the 112th in 28th Infantry Div. He was initially held captive at Stalag (III B); He was held there for 2 months and transferred to Stalag (II A), where he was held for 4 months. According to him (he hardly ever talked about his experiences, and when he did he always got upset) Stalag II A was located in between a fork in the road. The Russians later liberated the camp, but he was able to escape just before that happened. He told the story that Russians were shelling artillery from both sides of the fork. He said a mule took some shrapnel and ran through the fencing that imprisoned the camp. He and others took flight out of the hole made by the mule. He managed to retrieve a CZ24 sidearm off a dead German Officer. He told of how an SS Officer was riding a horse through those that were able to make it outside the fencing and was cutting POW's down with a sword.

    He and others were able to make it back to friendly lines, He was returned to action on May 24th 1945. I once asked him why he and the others didn't run towards the Russians, he told me that they were afraid that the Russians would make them fight with them and that they would be used as the frontline and sent into positions in which they would be guinea pigs. He said he never thought he would make it back to friendly lines but he wasn't going to die in that camp. He brought the CZ24 home with him, My Dad owns it now.

    My Grandfather has too many medals to list I will say that he has a Bronze Star, Purple Heart, Prisoner Of War, and a French Croix. The others are too numerous to add here. He passed away in 2002 and to my amazement Congress had stopped giving full military burial rights a couple years prior to my Grandfather passing. The Army initially were intending on sending 2 soldiers with a tape recorder to play Taps. This pissed me off to no end. My Grandfather passed on a Monday morning, and after I found out the Army's arrangements for him I got on the phone and called my Congressional Representative in South Carolina, which was Jim Demint at the time. I voiced my displeasure that Congress had reduced Military funeral rights down to a tape recorder of Taps. I said " why not just spit on his grave while your at it." After 3 days of calling, my Representative had arranged for my Grandfather to have Full Military burial rights. He had a 21 gun salute, a bugler, the works. It's a shame that other WWII Vets (Heroes) may have only had a tape recorder. For anyone that reads this if your WWII veteran has not passed on yet, I urge you to contact your congressman and make sure the Veteran receives a dignified and fitting burial.

    Randall Barnett



    Cpl. Glenn Lewis Chambers 335 Division 84th Infantry

    This POW is my Great Uncle Glenn L Chambers. He was on the Siegfried line when they were captured on November 29th, 1944. They were taken to POW camp 11B, which was a British camp and then on to Stalag 2A, Neubrandenburg. He ended up being used as slave labor on the German railroad. They were liberated in May, I think, of 1945.

    He is 94 years old and as I am writing this, he is on hospice care. His story is available in the library of Congress under the Veterans History Project, American Folklife Center. Would love to hear from anyone with similar stories or even possible connections to My Great Uncle or his unit.

    Shannon



    Pte. John Meulendyk 648th Tank Destroyer Btn. 36th Cavalry Reconnaissance Squadron.

    John Meulendyk POW Stalag IIA Neubrandenberg, Germany 15 Dec.1944 to 2 May 1945, Recorded by: Jeff Meulendyk (Son)

    This is a story told to me by my father, John Meulendyk, about his time as a German POW during World War II.

    Dad had been in country only two weeks when on the morning of December 15, 1944, Dad’s squadron (36th Calvary Mec Recon) was sent out on a recon patrol to search for German tanks. They had spent the whole day looking and then started back to camp. The Lieutenant decided that since it was getting late they would return by the same route they had taken during the day. Dad said this was not standard practice but followed orders. Another soldier was assigned the point position and was scared. He had a family back home so Dad, who was assigned the right flank, switched places with him. While crossing a field a shot rang out and instantly killed the other soldier. Dad jumped into a ditch and was confronted by a German soldier. Dad was able to over power the German soldier and held him captive. The German forces were overwhelming and soon dad had to surrender.

    Dad was taken to a German camp and interrogated. The German captain asked Dad about which group he was with. Since Dad had only been in country for two weeks he gave the officer information about the unit he had replaced and not his. The following morning the captain returned and told dad that he had lied. Over night the Captain had somehow found out the correct information he was looking for.

    Dad and one other US solder were put on a train along with one guard. They were to be transported to Stalag IIA. During the trip the train entered and stopped in a town. Dad didn’t know which town but it had just been bombed. The German guard pulled down the shade over the window and told dad not to peek out. He said that if any of the town’s people knew there were Americans on the train they would kill them.

    When Dad got to Stalag IIA he had a short learning curve. Slicing bread very thin to avoid the glass the Germans baked in the bread became a habit. He was told that disease was great in the camp and to try and get work outside of the camp as much as possible. In the spring he and another soldier were assigned to work on a farm. The farmer was kind to Dad and one time while the farmer was milking his goat squired some of the milk into Dad’s mouth. Dad said that if the German guard had seen this he would have killed the farmer. Dad and the other soldier were given to eat, a half of a horse’s head and some bread with lard. Neither could eat the horses head and gave it to the farmer. The farmer was overjoyed since they rarely got any meat.

    Dad described the two guards that switched off guarding them at the farm. He said one was like Sgt. Schultz on Hogan’s Heroes. They use to play jokes on him. Once they took his bayonet and hid it. He became very angry because had his superior officer found out he would be sent to the Russian front. The other guard Dad described as being a “son of a bitch”. Anyone knowing Dad would know this is a phrase he never used so the guard must have been pretty bad. In the spring of 1945 (around May 1) the camp awoke and found that all of the Germans were gone. The Russians were close and the Germans simple left. Not wanting to be under Russian control the entire camp left to return by foot to the American lines. Dad was returned to U.S. control on May 2, 1945.

    36th Cavalry Reconnaissance Squadron, Mechanized Activated as the 90th Reconnaissance Squadron on 15 September 1942 organic to 90th Motorized Division and organized from 90th Infantry Division’s old reconnaissance troop. Relieved when division reorganized as infantry division in early 1943, attached to 4th Headquarters Special Troops in June, then to 11th Cavalry Group. Redesignated 36th Cavalry Reconnaissance Squadron 22 December 1943. Arrived in UK 11 October 1944; Le Havre, France, 23 November. Entered line in Roer River sector 13 December. Operated between Ninth Army and British forced during Roer crossing and drive to Rhine beginning 27 February 1945, sent first patrol across Rhine 15 March. Raced across Germany to the Elbe River near Wittenburg by 15 April.

    Jeff Meulendyk



    PFC. John W Wedekind 317 Infantry Regiment

    Mr. Wedekind attended my church when I was a boy. He and his wife Loretta were friends of my parents, and I was friend of their only child Terry. The only thing I know about his service is that he had been a prisoner of war in Germany. I found today on the internet that he was in Stalag 2A from 17th September 1944 to 17th October 1945. Mr. Wedekind passed several years ago, as did his son Terry, but Loretta Is still living in Clarion County PA (as of June 2014)

    Kdy



    L/Cpl. Stanley George Jones 3rd Echelon

    POW paperwork

    Stan Jones was my Grandfather and used to tell me stories about the war and what he did when we went for walks together when I was a kid. He did his training at Burnham Military Camp and on the 27th of August 1940 sailed on the Orcades (3rd Echelon) he served in Greece, Syria, Cyrenaica and Egypt.

    On the 22nd of July 1942 he was taken Prisoner at El Mreir Depression. After being in several camps, on the 8th of September 1943 he escaped from the POW camp in Italy at the time of the Italian capitulation. He lived and worked as an Italian until he was recaptured 12 months later and transported to Germany. He was held in Lager 11a Alton Grabow, near Madgeburg (NCO camp). When the Russian advance started in the south he was moved to Stalag Stalag 357 Fallingbostel, north of Hanover and Stalag XIIIb. He endured the Long march into Mechlenburg-Schwerin and was liberated at Salam-bi-Ratzburg. On the 23rd of December 1945 he returned to Christchurch, New Zealand on the Troopship Mooltan and was discharged on the 10th of May 1946.

    Lawrence



    PFC. Robert F. Tryon 109th Inf.Reg.

    My Uncle Bob, Robert F Tryon, was with the 109th Infantry Reg. 28th Infantry Division from PA. He was reported captured on the 15th of September 1944 during, I believe the push to the Siegfried Line, and was a POW at Stalag 2A in Mecklenberg, and back in US hands on 16th of July 1945.

    He died in 1981. He never talked about his days in the camp. It's a long shot but if anyone has any info about my uncle while he was in 2A would be appreciated by me & my family. I see a Earnest V Hansen from the same unit as my uncle listed here so its worth the try.

    Pat Hollenback



    Pvt. George Yaros 506th Parachute Infantry 101st Airborne

    George Yaros served with the 506th Parachute Infantry, he was captured during the Battle of the Bulge on 20th of December 1944 and held in Stalag 2A. He was Repatriated on the 25th of July 1945.

    G David Yaros



    Pte. Keller Cloe Clark

    Keller Cloe Clark was my maternal grandfather. He did not speak of the war often and until recently, we did not know where he was held. I believe from the information I have found that he was at Stalag IIa from November 1944 until June 1945.




    Ernest V. Hansen 109th Infantry Rgt

    My father Ernest Hansen served with 28th Inf. Div. 109th Infantry Rgt andwas captured at the Battle of the Bulge on or about 15/16 December, and spent time in Stalag 12A, Stalag 2A, Stalag 11A and possibly one near Bitburg, Germany. If anyone can help I would be pleased to hear from them.

    Darrell E Hansen



    Cloyd "Doc" Brown 142nd Infantry Regiment

    This is the full story that went with this photo from my grandfather:

    "I went through bits and pieces of this 50+ year old story. I went through the Italian campaigns - Sicily, Naples, Santa Maria, Anzio Beach, Rapido River, Salerno, Rome, Florence. Then invasion so to France, Frajtes Beach, I was captured on the 30th of August1944 at 3:30 am, in the Rhone Valley outside Valeure, France.

    I was a machine gunner (30 caliber water cooled) CO. M. 142 INF 36th Division. Held in France six weeks; put in box car to Stalag 12A Limburg, Germany. Wound up in the prison hospital five days later with pneumonia. After I was released I was again loaded onto boxcar “40 ton car.” Locked in for 14 days. Wound up in Neubrandenburg Germany, Stalag IIA on the Baltic Sea. There I stayed till liberated by Russians in April ’45. I escaped once, Ray Vanarsdale, Frenchie Thibadeaux and myself. Were caught 20 days later. Put in city jail til German guards came and got us. We evaded the guards when this young German soldier took us up through the compound. (Lucky).

    The picture of Ray, Frenchie, Henry Morris, Rohland Stager and myself and the horse and buggy we stole five days after the Russians left. We stole a camera, too to take pictures and map. We travelled 11 days hiding out in barns, etc. We ran into the 82nd Airborne Headquarters on the 11th day. They deloused us, burnt our clothes and gave us uniforms and we were on an Army plane within 50 minutes. Taken to Le Havre, France Army Hospital."

    Shari Lewis



    Pte. James D. Brown 175th Infantry Regiment

    My father-in-law, Private James D. Brown served in the 9th Army, 29th Division, 175th Infantry. He became a POW in November 1944 and was sent to Stalag IIA. He fled in April 1945.

    Herb Becker



    Tech. Sgt. Noel G. Slay 9th Armored Div.

    My father was in 9th Armored Division and a POW at Stalag 2a.

    Mark



    PFC. Robert David Garren 334th Infantry Regiment

    David Garren was captured in the town of Plummern, north of Aachen, Germany in November of 1944. After being sent to StalagIIA, he was subsequently sent to an nearby work camp. He talked about the fight in Plummern, but not much about his time in the POW system. The food hurt his stomach for the rest of his life and the cold left him cold natured for the rest of his life.

    Van Jones







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