Pages of my 1945 Diary
of my incarceration into a German Prison Camp
during WW2 1944-45.


It is now 27608 days ago that I started writing in this little old diary of mine.
Yes, that is now 75 years and 7 months and 2 days ago.





APRIL 1945: Sunday the 8th. I am not quite well. There is artillery fire at night




8 Sunday. I am not quite well. There is artillery fire at night. We have to sleep in bunker.

Till 11 Wednesday. Got high fever and am very sick. We have to sleep in bunker at night because of artillery fire. Some people did not go and a hit in one of the barracks killed some of them.

During the day a grenade exploded a metre or so behind me whilst we were talking in a group of 4.

One of them got killed instantly, one lost 3 fingers on one hand, the other person I do not know and I myself was unscathed.

12 Thursday. We were allowed to be taken to a hospital (if we could find one). The person with the missing fingers, A.v Noorduik and myself? who did suffer the same as I and another person.

NOTE:

We, the sick ones were transported on a handcart pushed by the 2 wounded ones. We were directed to some places but no one would accept us. At one of these place a German soldier with a truck, who for whatever reason felt compassion for us, offered to take us to some further outlaying hospitals. NB. He also tried a Prisoner of War camp full of British soldiers where there was some sort of a hospital but they declined to take us. They took however the wounded ones. By the way, these British soldiers were not quite locked up, the gates were open and they were fooling around with their German guards!

At a certain stage the German soldier decided that he could no longer look after us and dumped us at the gates of a hospital and left. A couple of nuns came outside to have a look at us and did not know what to do with us. I there and then started crying for help and after that the nuns took us in. They evacuated an outside pavilion of the hospital were they accommodated us after first given us a thorough bath and a complete shave to get rid of the lice that were crawling over us. They diagnosed the epidemic typhus fever. One of the nuns who was going to look after us did get immunised for the typhus and, so we were told later, nearly died herself.