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Charles
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On 21st May 1940 I was with the
2nd Battalion of the Welsh Guards when we arrived in Boulogne with the 2nd
Battalion of the Irish Guards, to evacuate the British headquarters staff
(including the Duke of Gloucester, whose job was liaison with the French
forces).
We landed in Boulogne harbour but found that the staff and the Duke had
left the day before we arrived. Our company established a temporary
headquarters, and I was one of the guards outside. We were told that we
would be taken by boat back to Britain as soon as it could be arranged.
There was a lot of fighting going on in the town. The next day I was sent
to try and find a stretcher for a wounded soldier. I found some
stretcher-bearers, but they wouldn’t come with me. When I returned to
the headquarters I found that everyone had gone – except the wounded
soldier and two other soldiers who were looking after him. We made a
stretcher from some sacks and some pieces of wood and I told the other two
to take the wounded man to the hospital in the town. I then went off to
find my company again. I found them elsewhere in the town. We were sent
back to the harbour to get the boat back to Britain. However, there was
only room on the boat for 800 men: 1,200 were left behind in Boulogne.
We were marched away from Boulogne, south along the coast. But we soon
found we were marching towards a German machine gun post. We had to escape
and hide. Eight of us hid in a building, and later four went off to see if
they could find a way back to the harbour. We didn’t see them again. The
four of us who remained (Charles, Arthur, Richard and William) spent the
night in the building and in the morning we decided to go down to the
harbour ourselves. As we approached the harbour someone began firing at us
and we took shelter in a large building – a house - belonging to a
transport firm. Fortunately the door was not locked. The house was empty.
After a while we tried to leave, but we saw Germans coming around the
corner. We ran back into the house and locked the doors. We expected the
Germans to come after us, but nobody came.
We were in the house for about eight days. All we could find to eat and
drink was sugar, some wine left in the bottoms of bottles we found, and
rainwater. On the eighth day the water came on in the house. We lit a
fire. Someone outside saw the smoke and knocked on the door. We saw that
it was a Frenchman and we let him in. His name was Jean Abras. He had
about three colleagues with him. Jean sent one of them to fetch a young
schoolboy who could speak a little English. With the boy’s help they
told us that they would get some food and civilian clothes for us. Jean
took us out of the back of the house. We walked to Le Portel and then to
Outreau. In Le Portel we walked right past the German headquarters! We
then arrived at Jean’s mother’s house. Jean’s mother made us
welcome. Somehow she managed to feed all of us. It must have been
difficult for her as food was rationed, but she was helped in this by the
great generosity of her family and friends.
Sometimes we used to walk through the fields down to the beach to collect
shellfish to help with the food rations. If we saw any Germans we would
walk the other way!
We stayed with the family until 8th August. It was quite a big house.
Maman Abras lived there with Jean and his wife Maria and five children:
Marie Christine, Jeanne, Jean, Pipette* and another small child who was
very ill and unfortunately died the next year, I think. There were also
Jean’s cousins Coco and Ninis (I think they were cousins). Downstairs
were Maman Abras’s niece and her two daughters.
[*I think I have the right names, though the spelling might be wrong.]
We lived as part of the family. I used to get up first in the morning and
make the coffee for everyone. The family taught us some French, and we
tried to teach them a little English. We had a good time with them.
Sometimes we would all sing together.
One of us would always sit near a window to watch in case any Germans came
near the house. One day it was my turn to be on watch. Someone spoke to me
and I looked away from the window. At that moment a German car stopped at
the house. I gave the warning as soon as I realised, but it was too late.
We tried to escape from the back of the house, but a German soldier had
already reached the back door. We then went up to the roof of the house
and hid in a cupboard. We were there for about two hours before they found
us.
We (and the Abras family) were taken to the gendarmerie as prisoners, and
then we were moved to Arras. Originally we soldiers, Jean, Coco and Ninis
shared the same cell, but later we had individual cells. The soldiers were
taken to the German Field Police headquarters for interrogation. Each of
us was questioned alone and we were not allowed to talk to each other. But
when we arrived back at the gendarmerie a very friendly gendarme said
“Would you like to have a conference together now?”. He opened the
five cells (there were five because there was another British soldier who
was a prisoner there) and we could walk into one cell to talk together.
The gendarme shut the door but did not lock it. He said that if he told us
to come out quickly, we should go back to our own cells as quickly as we
could. We could then talk about our interrogations. We made sure that we
all told the same story to the Germans whenever we were interrogated.
I didn’t find out what had happened to the Abras family until Jean wrote
to me after the war.
From Arras they moved us to Lille, then back to Boulogne. We were
eventually put on a train – in cattle trucks – and taken to a prisoner
of war camp in Poland, first a transit camp and then to Stalag 8b at
Lamsdorf, near Opole. I was only there for three days when they told about
20 of us that we would be sent to join a mining group. However, we arrived
at a place called Birkentahl (I think) where our job was not mining – it
was helping to widen and deepen a river. This was in November or December
1940 Just after Christmas they moved us to Buchenlost near Gliwice, to do
forestry work. I was there for the rest of the war.
The Abras family were wonderful people, very kind and very brave. I have
always been extremely grateful for all they did for us in 1940. I am so
pleased that our friendship remains to this day, 64 years later! |
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