Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2007 08:22:28 -0500
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: JOSEF'S FORGE - 10

JOSEF'S FORGE - 10

Copyright 2006 by Carl Mason with Ed Collins

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CHAPTER 10

(Revisiting Chapter 9)

In late February of 1955, Lieutenant Sedov delivered a message to Josef.
On the next night, the Squad should remain at home.  Droog had said that he
wanted to speak with them.

(Concluding Our Story - Preface)

By the war's end, the USSR held 3.4 million German soldiers prisoner. Under
the provisions of the Yalta Agreement, the U.S. and U.K. had agreed to the
use of German POWs in the Soviet Gulag as "reparations-in-kind." Thus,
rather than repatriate them to their homeland, Stalin began incorporating
this captive human booty into the work camps.  Between 1941 and 1952,
almost a million German POWs, other Axis soldiers, and Polish POWs died in
the camps. The last of the surviving POWs (10,000 men) were released from
the Soviet Union in 1955, after a decade of forced labor.  Approximately
1.5 million German soldiers from the Second World War are still listed as
missing in action. Of an additional 875,000 German civilians abducted and
transported to the camps, almost half perished.  This number, of course,
does not include the tens of thousands of Volksdeutsche [ethnic Germans]
whom the Soviets scooped up in the Baltic states, in Eastern Europe, and in
the Balkans and sent into slavery in the gulags.  Few ever saw their homes
again...or Germany, either one.

Of the approximately 95,000 German soldiers who surrendered at Stalingrad,
only 5,000 ever returned home.  This total included the former German POWs
Josef (by birth a Latvian Volksdeutcher), Gerd, Heinz, Thomas, and Wolf,
plus the ethnic Germans Erich (a Baltic German from Estonia) and Bernhard
(a Hungarian Volksdeutscher) who realized they would not be welcome in
their former homelands that were now part of the Soviet Empire.

The German Democratic Republic (i.e., the DDR [Deutsche Demokratische
Republik] or Communist East Germany) was founded in 1949 on the foundation
of the Soviet Occupation Zone.  The Soviets closed the border between
eastern and western Germany in May of 1952, but Germans could still escape
by simply taking subways and regional trains into West Berlin.  (By 1953,
nearly 37,000 East Germans were "voting with their feet" each month, thus
draining the DDR of much of its educated manpower.)  In 1954, the Soviet
Union granted the DDR sovereignty.  In 1961, the DDR with the concurrence
of the Soviet Union built the Berlin Wall, thus completing the separation
of the two Germanies.  The East German state lasted until 1990 when it,
like many of the Communist regimes in Eastern Europe, collapsed.

(Home Again)

As the long train from Moscow crossed the Oder River, thus returning the
young Germans to their native land after an absence of twelve years, their
good-looking, twenty-nine-year-old sergeant looked pensively out of the
window.  Dear God, he had been only seventeen when he last crossed this
river as a replacement for the Sixth Army that was fighting far to the
east.  He had done his best, giving of his blood and energy, refusing to
allow himself or his men to be shaped in the brutal forge of the gulag.  He
had promised them that they could return home as decent human beings if
they would but stand together for something more than fear, hatred, and
survival at any cost.  They had stood together, shoulder to shoulder, and
here they were.  Here they were, their humanity shaped and hardened, yes,
but in a forge whose fire was pure and freely chosen by proud, humane men.

Nervously, he fingered the thick set of papers that Droog had given him on
that last night in Moscow.  Their travel documents were there, including
special NKVD passes.  So were records of their confinement in the camp in
the great taiga forests north of Tyumen and west of the Irtysh River.
Josef had noticed that Droog had included several laudatory evaluations of
their conduct, both as human beings and as German soldiers.  Surprised, he
asked why.  "Well, Josef," the Major had answered, "you always called me
'Drug' [pronounced 'DROOG', meaning 'friend'].  I thought I'd return the
favor.  Hopefully, you'll receive a warmer welcome from your people than
Russian POWs returned to us at the close of the war received from ours."
In addition to a small amount of Soviet and German currency, he also
received some instructions from Droog that had not been committed to
writing.

It wasn't long before the train pulled into a great train station.  Banners
were everywhere, most reading "Herzlich Wilkommen in Berlin, Hauptstadt der
DDR!"  [Welcome to Berlin, capital of the German Democratic Republic].  A
giant DDR flag hung over the entrance to the station; an Army band
vigorously played German and Russian marches.  Large posters provided by
the Socialist Unity Party welcomed the returning German service men.  An
official welcoming committee, numerous Red Cross personnel, and long tables
of refreshments stood on the platform.

"Ready to go, men?" Josef inquired sharply.  Quiet, determined nods met his
words.  Allowing about half the car to empty before detraining, the men
entered into the massive confusion as if into the rapids of a raging river.
Informally, trying not to call attention to themselves, the seven men
merged with the crowd...but kept going, right off the platform and into the
station.  Naturally, they were asked for the papers, but the NKVD passes
were accepted without question.  As if he were following a map (which, of
course, he was, albeit one committed to memory), Josef led his little party
out of the station and to a nearby U-Bahn (subway) station.  Without
problem, they caught a train that entered West Berlin within approximately
twenty minutes.  All that was then necessary was to secure directions to
the nearest Bundesrepublik (West German) offices and present their papers.
Several days of examinations followed, but by the end of the week they were
flown into the Federal Republic.  They were home.

(Postscript)

Nearly three years later, the year 1958 found Josef serving as the
Assistant Chief of a major German automobile manufacturer's "quality
control" office.  His partner in life, Erich, had completed his university
degree and was working in a translation bureau that served both the
business and governmental communities.  They had established a home in the
town where they lived, kept in contact with their comrades, and recently
had jointed the newly-organized reserves of the Federal Republic's armed
forces as privates.

Josef had been surprised when both Erich and he received official summonses
to Bonn, the capital of West Germany.  Arriving at the Chancellor's
offices, they were greeted politely and shown into one of the conference
rooms.  Josef almost broke out laughing with pleasure when he spied Thomas,
Wolf, Gerd, Heinz, and Bernard who had arrived before them.  It was the
first time that the members of the Squad had seen each other for three
years.  Their enthusiastic greetings were as if they had never been apart.
It seemed so...right, so good!

After only a few minutes had passed, a well-dressed official entered the
room and asked them to sit comfortably around the table.  Looking directly
at Josef, he said quietly, "There is business that we did not complete when
last you were here.  Thanks to your colleagues who petitioned the
Chancellor and our own investigations, your Country is now able to thank
you properly.  Sergeant, if you will please stand."  Rising with some
embarrassment, his face flushed, Josef stood, facing the official.

"Sergeant," he began, reading from prepared notes, "Shortly after the
surrender of the Sixth Army at Stalingrad in 1943, your Squad's sergeant
was killed.  At the age of seventeen, you assumed the mantle of leadership,
guiding your men in the hard days that followed.  At the holding camp east
of Krasnoslobodsk and on the long road to Siberia, you not only saved their
lives, but the lives of other German soldiers.  At the Siberian labor camp,
you exhibited the finest qualities of the German soldier, helping those
under your command to fight apathy and to resist the efforts of the enemy
to mold them into mindless, soulless robots.  Over a period of eleven
years' captivity, you again saved German lives at the danger of losing your
own life, as well as the lives of Soviet guards.  You guided your men to
freedom.  Your actions won not only their respect, but the respect of the
enemy and, most assuredly, the respect of your Country.

"I am ordered to present you with this special medal of honor, marking your
contributions both as a German soldier and as a human being.  I am also
ordered to inform you that you are receiving a commission as a Sergeant in
the Bundesheer (Army) reserves.  We thank you, Sergeant; we honor you."

The ceremony soon gave way to a wild celebration that lasted well into the
night.  Organized by Thomas with the assistance of the rest of the Squad,
it was a time of feasting, drinking, and recalling so many times of
joy...and sadness.  Comrades for a lifetime gathered 'round, though it
surely would not be the last time!


                             THE END


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