Soldiers from New York: Jewish Soldiers in The New York Times, in World War Two: March 8, 1944 (In the Air…)

My recent posts about Jewish military casualties and participation in World War Two have been centered upon the date of March 8, 1944, based on a news article in The New York Times that reported on the death in combat – on that date – of Second Lieutenant Jesse H. Lack, a navigator who served in the 8th Air Forces’ 458th Bomb Group.  Other posts related to that date present biographical information about Jacob “Jack” Moskowitz of the 452nd Bomb Group, and Milton W. Stern of the 381st Bomb Group, who became prisoners of war of the Germans under dramatically different circumstances, spending the remainder of the war as inadvertent “guests” of their captors in Stalag Luft I.  And, Second Lieutenant Daniel S. Rothenberg and Squadron Leader David A. Goldberg, fighter pilots in the United States Army Air Force, and, Royal Canadian Air Force, respectively. 

Another post pertaining to this date – of much greater brevity – pertains to Jewish soldiers in the ground forces of the Allies  

And so, we now come to this “last” (for now?) post related to Jewish military service on March 8, 1944:  Following the same general format as I’ve previously established, here are biographical profiles (and sometimes even more) about other Jewish aviators in the Allied armed forces who were casualties or otherwise on this day.  Some did not return.  Others, did.   

Their names and very brief stories follow…

For those who lost their lives on this date…
Wednesday, March 8, 1944 / 14 Adar 5704
– .ת.נ.צ.ב.ה. –
…Tehé Nafshó Tzrurá Bitzrór Haḥayím
May his soul be bound up in the bond of everlasting life.

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United States Army Air Force

8th Air Force

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Sgt. Emanuel Bromberg, 13153157, Riverside, N.J. – Prisoner of War

This is the insignia of the 92nd Bomb Group, via the American Air Museum in Britain (image FRE 5075)…

…and, from Flying Tiger Antiques, this is the emblem of the 327th Bomb Squadron.

B-17G Flying Fortress 42-31772 of the 92nd Bomb Group’s 407th Bomb Squadron, during the Group’s mission to Berlin, was last reported – albeit not definitely – turning away from the 92nd’s formation and jettisoning its bombs. piloted by 2 Lt. Walter F. Payne, the bomber’s last position doesn’t seem (?) to have been marked upon the map included in Missing Air Crew Report 2995, which documents the plane’s loss.  (At least, going by Fold3’s fuzzily-scanned-microfiche version available via the National Archives.)  However, the MACR’s main data sheet lists the coordinates where the plane was last seen as 53-00 N, 13-40 E … about 45 miles north-northeast of Berlin.  According to the American Air Museum in Britain, the plane crashed near Templin, which is 40 miles (almost) due north of the German capital city.  That’s the only record of the aircraft’s fate, as Luftgaukommando Report KU 1191 only comprises a solitary dog-tag: That of right waist gunner S/Sgt. Thomas M. Farrell, Jr.  Paralleling this, Missing Air Crew Report 2995 simply includes a transcript of the information embossed onto S/Sgt. Farrell’s dog-tag. 

This map shows the location of Templin, relative to Berlin.

As for the B-17s squadron code letter and nickname (if any), these are unknown.

Pilot: Payne, Walter E., 2 Lt., 0-679112 – Piedmont, S.C.
Co-Pilot: Quarter, Gerald L., 2 Lt., 0-687633 – Tuscon, Az.
Navigator: McDowell, William, Jr., 2 Lt., 0-691774 – Niagara Falls, N.Y.
Bombardier: Jenkins, Edward T., 2 Lt., 0-682547 – Summerville, S.C.
Flight Engineer: Rawlings, Vernon Keith, S/Sgt., 38183480 – Wanette, Ok.
Radio Operator: Bannow, Thomas E., S/Sgt., 16154468 – Marinette, Wi.
Gunner (Ball Turret): Hallam, Arthur E., Sgt., 11111800 – Providence, R.I.
Gunner (Right Waist): Farrell, Thomas M., Jr., S/Sgt., 15116362 – Denver, Co.
Gunner (Left Waist): Bromberg, Emanuel, Sgt., 13153157 – Riverside, N.J.
Gunner (Tail): Phipps, Harvey., Jr., Sgt., 35580341 – Indianapolis, In.

Sergeant Emanuel Bromberg, the bomber’s left waist gunner, was born in Riverhead (Long Island), New York, on July 23, 1923.  The son of Joseph and Ada Bromberg, his family resided at 225 Pavillion Ave. in Riverside, New Jersey, though an additional address was 550 Cinnaminson Ave. in Palmyra (also-New-Jersey).  He was imprisoned at Stalag Luft IV, and like all his fellow crewmen, eventually returned to the United States.  

His name appeared in the Philadelphia Inquirer on April 29 (in the Philadelphia Record on that date and May 12) and June 8, 1944, and in a list of liberated POWs published on May 14, 1945.  His name can also be found on page 228 of American Jews in World War II, accompanied by the notation that he received the Purple Heart, albeit with no mention of the Air Medal or Oak Leaf Clusters.  Thus, he’d flown less than five combat missions prior to being shot down.    

He died on July 31, 2007, just after his 84th birthday, and is buried at Arlington National Cemetery: Section 64, Site 5260.  He evidently made the military a career, as his matzeva lists service in Korea and Vietnam, retiring at the rank of CWO4 (Chief Warrant Officer Grade CW-4).  

This image of CWO4 Bromberg’s matzeva is by FindAGrave contributor Ricky Woods.

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2 Lt. Homer Previn Landau, 0-809644, Pittsburgh, Pa. – Killed in Action

The motto of the 96th Bomb Group, “E Sempre l’Ora”, means “And Always Now”.  This image of the group’s insignia is from the American Air Museum in Britain (“FRE 5092”)…  

…while this depiction of a winged snake carrying a bomb, the insignia of the 339th Bomb Squadron, is from RedBubble.com.

While information about United States Army Air Force WW II combat casualties might initially be thought of in terms of Missing Air Crew Reports, there were, alas, many circumstances throughout the war for which that set of records was neither bureaucratically “filed” nor informationally relevant.  The death of 2 Lt. Homer Previn Landau (0-809644), a navigator assigned to the 339th Bomb Squadron of the 96th Bomb Group, is one such instance.  His aircraft, B-17G Flying Fortress 42-31657 (otherwise known as “Wildfire II” / “QJ *S“), returned to its base at Snetterton, England, despite being damaged by a 20mm shells fired by attacking German fighters.  Lt. Landau, struck by one of these projectiles, did not survive his injuries.  He is buried at the Cambridge American Cemetery in England, at Plot F Row 6 Grave 94. 

Born in Pittsburgh, Pa., on October 27, 1915, at the age of 29 he was notably older that most of his fellow combat flyers.  He was the son of Saul Albert (4/15/89-11/3/51) and Bessie (Previn) (10/26/92-?) Landau, his family residing at 6558 Bartlett Street in the city of his birth.  A news article about his death was published in the Pittsburgh Press on April 3, 1944, and his name (only his name, and nothing more) can be found in the September 7, 1945, issue of Pittsburgh’s Jewish Criterion, which commemorated Jews from that city who were killed in the (by then) just-concluded-war.  His name also appears on Page 534 of Volume II of American Jews in World War II, which records that he received the Purple Heart, Air Medal, and one Oak Leaf Cluster, thus indicating that he completed between 5 and 10 combat missions.  

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T/Sgt. George B. Silverman, 31153017 – Portland, Me.
T/Sgt. Milton Scharf, 12188872 – Brooklyn, N.Y.
Prisoners of War

This image of the insignia of the 100th Bomb Group was uploaded to WW 2 History Fandom by Fargo84.

…while this image of the emblem of the 315st Bomb Squadron was found at EBay Australia.

The entire crew of First Lieutenant Norman Lester Chapman survived the loss of their bomber during the 100th Bomb Group’s mission to Berlin.  There are three brief accounts in Missing Air Crew Report 3032 describing the loss of their plane, B-17G 42-40056, otherwise and perhaps better known as “Holy Terror III” (or was it “Katie’s Boys“?).  Two follow:

First…  “Lt. Chapman feathered one engine, then unfeathered it near Dumer Lake at about 1240 hours.  He continued the formation, although straggling, to the I.P. where three enemy fighters attacked him.  Our escort went down and picked him up.  His A/C was under control when last seen.”

Second…  “Lt. Chapman, flying lead, 2nd element, high squadron, lagged at 1357 hours near 51-50 N 10-54 E.  No. 1 engine was feathered and then unfeathered.”

Like many (definitely not all) MACRs for USAAF aircraft lost in the European Theater of War, MACR 3032 includes a translation from the relevant Luftgaukommando Report – in this case, KU 1153 – which pinpoints the location where the B-17 crashed: 9.5 kilometers east-south-east of Jueterbog in the Sernower heath, or, 1 kilometer “south of the field path Froehden-Schlenzer”.  Time: 1345 hours.  There wasn’t much left of the B-17; it’s described as 95% burnt out, albeit this Luftgaukommando Report’s description of the bomber’s wreckage is extremely detailed, comprising two pages of technical information. 

This map shows the location of Sernow (thus, the “Sernower Heath” would be nearby?) relative to Juterbog.  As to the “field path Froehden-Schlenzer””, I have no idea.

Given the final condition of the aircraft yet the fortunate survival of its entire crew, all the men presumably parachuted from the plane.  The crew was comprised of:

Pilot: Chapman, Norman Lester, 1 Lt., 0-746292 – Hillsborough (Hillsborough), N.H. (11/11/18-12/18/98)
Co-Pilot: Ellis, Rex Monroe, 2 Lt., 0-752187 – Ks. (2/2/20-1/16/03)
Navigator: Lindbom, Glenn G., 2 Lt., 0-809659 – Ishpeming, Mi.
Bombardier: Clark, Wilson D., 2 Lt., 0-750274 – Seattle, Wa.
Flight Engineer: Silverman, George B., T/Sgt., 31153017 – Portland, Me.
Radio Operator: Scharf, Milton, T/Sgt., 12188872 – Brooklyn, N.Y.
Gunner (Ball Turret): Hutchings, Durward E., S/Sgt., 12171577 – Hudson, N.Y.
Gunner (Right Waist): Yzenas, Frank A., S/Sgt., 12161945 – Dickson City, Pa.
Gunner (Left Waist): Hill, Leon Earnest, S/Sgt., 38273822 – Ok. (11/25/09-11/1/93)
Gunner (Tail): Dobbs, George E., S/Sgt., 39406131 – Sacramento, Ca.

Like every man in the crew, Technical Sergeant’s Milton Scharf and George Barnett Silverman survived the war as POWs; the former at Stalag Luft IV (Gross-Tychow), and the latter at Stalag Luft III and subsequently Stalag VIIA (Moosburg).

T/Sgt. Milton Scharf, the plane’s radio operator, born in Brooklyn on December 29, 1922, was the son of Nathan and Evelyn Scharf, his family residing at 8909 Avenue B in that borough.  His name appears on page 428 of American Jews in World War Two, which records that he received the Air Medal and two Oak Leaf Clusters.  In the news media (in the fleeting era when the United States actually had what passed for an actual news media), his name appeared in War Department Casualty Lists published on 4/29/44, 5/19/44, and 6/6/45, the last being a list of liberated POWs.  He died on November 21, 2004, and is buried in Pflugerville, Texas.

As evident in many of my prior posts, the names of many American Jewish WW II servicemen, whether decorated or casualties, never appeared in the 1947 compilation American Jews in World War II.  George Barnett Silverman (31153017), the bomber’s flight engineer, is one such example; his name is absent from that volume  Born in South Portland, Maine, on September 9, 1921, he was the son of William S. (5/30/76-12/14/62) and Harriet (Israelon) (1898-9/29/40) Silverman, his family residing at 335 Cumberland Street in Portland.  He was the husband of Marge L. (Kelley) Silverman (9/4/22-3/3/06), whose wartime address was 95 Smith Street in Portland.  Mr. Silverman passed away on July 2, 1991, and is buried alongside his wife at Evergreen Cemetery in Portland.  He was (at least) awarded the Air Medal, as indicated by the following article from the Portland Press-Herald of February 15, 1944.

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2 Lt. John Monroe Chapman, Jr., 2 Lt., 0-678165, Birmingham, Al. – Prisoner of War

We’ve just encountered First Lieutenant Norman Lester Chapman.  Another “Chapman” who became a prisoner of war on March 8, 1944, was Second Lieutenant John M. Chapman, Jr. (0-678165), a co-pilot in the 303rd Bomb Group’s 360th Bomb Squadron.

The emblem of the 303rd Bomb Group’s 360th Bomb Squadron.  It’s image UPL 14815 from the American Air Museum in Britain.

During the 303rd Bomb Group’s mission to Berlin, B-17G 42-31471, “DOOLITTLE’S DESTROYER“, was – according to Missing Air Crew Report 2908 – last seen “apparently under control” but descending very rapidly in the vicinity of Brandenburg, Germany.  Luftgaukommando Report KU 1156 gives four locations for the plane’s crash: 1) “…north of Althaldonsleben, 20 kilometers northwest of Magdeburg”, 2) “Near the ships elevator yard at Rothensee”, 3) “2 kilometers northeast of Magdeburg”, and 4) “2 kilometers southeast of Neu Haldensleben”.

This map shows the general location of Rothensee, a district of Magdeburg.  This is also the crash location of B-17G 42-97525 “Invictus” of the 452nd Bomb Group (see below).

This image of DOOLITTLE’S DESTROYER (“stuck in the mud”) is from the 303rd Bomb Group (c/o the Richard A. Lund Family).

Identical to Lt. Chapman’s crew, the ten men aboard 42-31471 also safely parachuted and survived as POWs.  They were:   

Pilot: McGrath, Leo B., 2 Lt., 0-738444 – Oxnard, Ca.
Co-Pilot: Chapman, John Monroe, Jr., 2 Lt., 0-678165 – Birmingham, Al.
Navigator: Volk, Anthony D., 2 Lt., 0-676183 – Philadelphia, Pa. (5/13/20-2/16/19)
Bombardier: Klasnick, Joseph S., S/Sgt., 13040917 – Pittsburgh, Pa. (4/14/16-11/1/78)
Flight Engineer: Green, Jack E., S/Sgt., 18129763 – Muskogee, Ok.
Radio Operator: Bonn, Charles J., S/Sgt., 12092994 – Union City, N.J. (2/7/23-4/19/97)
Gunner (Ball Turret): Mayfield, James E., S/Sgt., 34397454 – Elrod, Al.
Gunner (Right Waist): Hosso, Harry V., S/Sgt., 15323137 – Martins Ferry, Oh. (1/7/22-3/28/10)
Gunner (Left Waist): Tharp, Wallace L., S/Sgt., 6574982 – Colorado Springs, Ca. (8/21/21/-1/21/15)
Gunner (Tail): Laible, Gilbert N., S/Sgt., 19146806 – Fallbrook, Ca.

As for Lieutenant Chapman?  He was born in Birmingham, Alabama, on December 29, 1921, the son of John Monroe (Sr.) and Allene R. Chapman, who resided at 3809 12th Court South in that city; his siblings were Donald and Ruth.  He was interned in North Compound 1 of Stalag Luft I.  Though he was identified by the National Jewish Welfare Board as being a Jew – in the organization’s quest to chronicle Jewish military service, and, provide religious and spiritual fellowship as well as practical aid to Jewish servicemen in all theaters of war – and was recorded as such in the NJWB’s files (which denote the award of the Air Medal and two Oak Leaf Clusters), his name never appeared in American Jews in World War II.  He died at the age of 63 on April 25, 1985, and like CWO4 Bromberg, also made the military a career: He is buried in Arlington National Cemetery (Section 8, Site 161-LH), his matzeva listing his rank as Colonel and bearing the symbol of a Command Pilot Badge.

This image of the matzeva of Colonel John M. Chapmani, Jr., is by FindAGrave contributor John Evans.

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2 Lt. Alfred Hano, 0-679504, New York, N.Y. – Killed in Action
Sgt. Louis Markson, 32738252, Jeffersonville, N.Y. – Prisoner of War

This is the emblem of the 388th Bomb Group – “Fortress for Freedom” – from US Wars Patches….

…and this is the emblem of the 560th Bomb Squadron.  

The fate of the ten airmen aboard B-17G 42-37819 (alias “Jimmy Lee” / “P“) of the 388th Bomb Group’s 560th Bomb Squadron was, alas, unlike that of the Chapman and McGrath crews:  Only six members of the crew survived.  Missing Air Crew Report 3087 includes only one terse observation of the bomber’s loss:  “A/C #819 flying second element lead of the low squadron dove out of formation as a result of e/a attacks.  4 chutes in the area at the time could not be definitely identified as having come from this A/C.”  However, the master roster of Luftgaukommando Reports (this one being KU 1182) lists the plane’s crash location as Heppenhorst-Mieste, near Gardelegen, while the single translated sheet from KU 1182 in the MACR lists the location as “Mieste (Miester forest), 25 kilometers northwest of airfield Helmstedt”.

These two maps show the location of Mieste relative to Gardelegen.

Here’s a closer view…

Of course, more important than the plane was the crew within it, whose names are listed below.  As can be seen, six of the ten – all NCOs – survived.  The crew comprised:

Pilot: Tobias, Leonard Travis “Toby”, 1 Lt., 0-799506 – Montgomery, Al. – (10/3/21) KIA
Co-Pilot: Yurkutat, Walter Edward, 2 Lt., 0-747941 – Newark, N.J. – (3/27/20) KIA
Navigator: Gotha, Herbert Joseph, 2 Lt., 0-808037 – Paxton, Ma. – (7/27/20) KIA
Bombardier: Hano, Alfred, 2 Lt., 0-679504 – New York, N.Y. – KIA
Flight Engineer: Eldridge, Raymond W., T/Sgt., 32490041 – Hoosic Falls (?), N.Y.
Radio Operator: McIntyre, Neal W., Jr., T/Sgt., 14140622 – Fitzgerald, Ga.
Gunner (Ball Turret): Albers, Frederick R., S/Sgt., 32507698 – N.Y.
Gunner (Right Waist): Pikor, Joseph, Jr., S/Sgt., 33301162 – Pa. (1921-12/10/60)
Gunner (Left Waist): Markson, Louis, Sgt., 32738252 – Jeffersonville, N.Y. (4/20/17-11/12/04)
Gunner (Tail): Filipowski, John J., S/Sgt., 33292846 – Braddock, Pa. (5/29/21-8/14/04)

Though no single Casualty Questionnaire returned to the Army by the any of the six survivors recounts the entirety of the bomber’s loss in comprehensive, complete, essay-like detail, the brief records that do exist reveal that the bomber broke in half at the radio room while under attack by German fighters – structural damage? – explosion? – both? – with the men in the rear (even the ball turret gunner) parachuting from the tail section, and the flight engineer from the front.  Lieutenants Tobias and Yurkutat were – alas – trapped in their seats … and were seen in the wreckage of the nose section afterwards.  What happened to Lieutenants Hano and Gotha will by now, in 2024, doubtless never really be known.  Hano definitely left the plane – his body was seen near the wreckage by survivors – but how he died is unknown.  It was suggested that his parachute failed, or he was killed after landing under unknown circumstances, as Sgt. McIntrye heard a shot nearby upon reached the ground.  As reported in the MACR, there is no real information about what happened to Lieutenant Gotha.

Or, as described by Sergeant Markson (whose Casualty Questionnaire appears below this quote):

The plane broke or blew up at the radio room.  I was thrown out of plane. 
The reason for my answer of No Knowledge [for Casualty Questionnaires] is the I had flown with the crew on my first mission.  After I was taken prisoner and sent to interrogation camp and then to permanent camp in Germany I met up with

Fred Albers (EM)
Joseph Pikor (EM)
John Filopowski [sic] (EM)
“ McIntyre (EM)

What happened to the remainder of the crew is unknown to me.  The above mentioned men could probably give more information than I for they had been together longer.

xxxxx

Born in Jeffersonville, New York, on May 20, 1917, Sergeant Louis Markson (Hebrew name Eliezer ben Yisrael) was the son of Irving (5/5/92-?) and Lillian (Davis) (9/10/85-11/26/67) Markson (originally “Markowsky”), and the brother of Philip, his family residing in that upstate village which is northwest of Monticello.   His name appeared in the Sullivan County Record on March 30 and April 27 of 1944, and, the Hancock Herald on April 6 and May 4 of that same year, but, not in American Jews in World War II.  Like Sgt. Bromberg, he spent the remainder of the war at Stalag Luft IV.  He passed away at the age of 87 on November 12, 2004, and is buried at Temple Sinai Cemetery in Circleville, N.Y., a hamlet southeast of Monticello.  

These images of his matzeva, and, military grave marker, are by FindAGrave contributor Suzanne.

Lieutenant Hano, born in Manhattan on October 8, 1918, was the son of Alfred Barnard Hano, Sr. (6/30/90-5/15/67) and Clara (Millhauser) Hano (9/8/90-12/9/53), who resided at 124 East 24th St., in Manhattan.  He was married; his wife was Beth Marguerite (Singer) Hano (12/24/24-4/16/94) the couple residing at 170 West 74th St. in New York City.  He’s buried at Temple Israel Cemetery (Mount Hope Cemetery), Hastings-on-Hudson, N.Y., his biography at FindAGrave having much (albeit not exactly) the same information as appearing in this blog post.  His name appeared in a Casualty List published in The New York Times on April 23, 1944, and can also be found on page 341 of American Jews in World War II, which lists him as having received the Air Medal with three Oak Leaf Clusters, and (of course) the Purple Heart.

Pilot: Tobias, Leonard Travis “Toby”, 1 Lt., 0-799506 – Montgomery, Al. – (10/3/21) KIA
Co-Pilot: Yurkutat, Walter Edward, 2 Lt., 0-747941 – Newark, N.J. – (3/27/20) KIA
Navigator: Gotha, Herbert Joseph, 2 Lt., 0-808037 – Paxton, Ma. – (7/27/20) KIA
Bombardier: Hano, Alfred, 2 Lt., 0-679504 – New York, N.Y. – KIA
Flight Engineer: Eldridge, Raymond W., T/Sgt., 32490041 – Hoosic Falls (?), N.Y.
Radio Operator: McIntyre, Neal W., Jr., T/Sgt., 14140622 – Fitzgerald, Ga.
Gunner (Ball Turret): Albers, Frederick R., S/Sgt., 32507698 – N.Y.
Gunner (Right Waist): Pikor, Joseph, Jr., S/Sgt., 33301162 – Pa. (1921-12/10/60)
Gunner (Left Waist): Markson, Louis, Sgt., 32738252 – Jeffersonville, N.Y. (4/20/17-11/12/04)
Gunner (Tail): Filipowski, John J., S/Sgt., 33292846 – Braddock, Pa. (5/29/21-8/14/04)

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2 Lt. Irving Levin, 0-809654, Brooklyn, N.Y. – Prisoner of War

“Labor Ad Futurum” – “Work for the Future”: The emblem of the 452nd Bomb Group, via … the American Air Museum in Britain

…and the emblem of the 730th Bomb Squadron, also from the AAMiB

Like the other Flying Fortress losses described on this page, the fate of aircraft 42-97525 “Invictus” of the 452nd Bomb Group’s 730th Bomb Squadron – piloted by 1 Lt. Frank S. Stephens – also entailed uncertainty and ambiguity; at least, as recorded in Missing Air Crew Report 3195.  This is limited to the anonymous statement: “No information concerning loss of this aircraft has been reported.”  The reason for the apparent mystery behind the bomber’s loss is revealed in the postwar Casualty Questionnaire filled out by (former) left waist gunner, William D. Strayhorn:

Our ship was “spare” for 452 Gp. (H.) no openings were found in our group prior to reaching the Channel.  Pilot followed group; not in formation, on over occupied Europe.  Pilot finally hung on the end of the 401st Gp’s formation; After we were over Europe – no opening in the formation, just tagged on the end of formation.  First fighter attack knocked our plane from formation.  We were 3rd Division plane, flying with 1st Division.  This is possible reason our plane, was said to have vanished.  We left formation about 20 – 30 minutes from Madgenburgh.  [sic]

Sgt. Leonard, R. Waist gunner, was first to bail out.  Waist Door left (4) four wounded men, Sgt. LaFrance jumped from tail exit, only two (2) more chutes before plane broke up in mid air.  Sgt. Robertson, engineer, told me he left through the bomb bay, as did the pilot.  I have no knowledge of ou [sic] the others escaped.

According to English-language translations from Luftgaukommando Report KU 1152 within this MACR, Invictus crashed “Near the ships elevator yard at Rothensee, 11 km north-northeast / 11 km northeast of Magdeburg.” 

This map shows the general location of Rothensee, which is also the crash location of B-17G 42-31471 “DOOLITTLE’S DESTROYER” of the 303rd Bomb Group (see above).

The plane’s crew comprised:

Pilot: Stephens, Frank S., 1 Lt., 0-746455 – Tulsa, Ok.
Co-Pilot: Mary, William Henry “Bill”, Jr., 2 Lt., 0-751749 – Knoxville, Tn. – (Born 6/21/20) KIA
Navigator: Levin, Irving, 2 Lt., 0-809654 – Brooklyn, N.Y.
Bombardier: Kloepfer, Leon Ralph, 2 Lt., 0-747023 – Los Angeles, Ca.
Flight Engineer: Robertson, Benjamin W., S/Sgt., 13066222 – Plymouth, N.C. (1/21/23-12/16/97)
Radio Operator: Benjamin, Floyd Thomas, S/Sgt., 19170290 – Portland, Or. (10/13/24-2/7/02)
Gunner (Ball Turret): Matthews, Earl F., S/Sgt., 15066165 – Ky.
Gunner (Right Waist): Leonard, James F., Sgt., 3334282 – Philadelphia, Pa.
Gunner (Left Waist): Strayhorn, William David, Pvt., 20447605 – Wilmington, N.C. (3/13/21-1/7/94)
Gunner (Tail): LaFrance, Joseph F., Sgt., 11007294 – New Bedford, Ma. (1/17/21-3/22/08)

Though his name appears on a “Report of Capture of members of enemy air forces” sheet within the Luftgaukommando Report, Casualty Questionnaires in the MACR (only a few crewmen completed and returned these documents) offer no definitive information about the sole casualty among the crew, co-pilot 2 Lt. William H. Mary.  The general impression seems to have been that he was believed to be leaving the aircraft at the same time as the pilot, and may have been wounded by still-attacking fighters and unable to leave the aircraft, which – as described by William Strayhorn – broke apart in mid-air, with the bombs still aboard.   In any event, the search for Lt. Mary was recorded as SD Case 5763.Lorraine  Postwar, he was buried at the American Cemetery and Memorial in Lorraine, France, while a commemorative stone in his honor was emplaced between the tombstones of his parents at Knoxville, Tn.

The plane’s navigator, 2 Lt. Irving Levin, was born – probably in New York – on March 10, 1924, to Ben (4/25/92-3/31/44) and Mamie (Seplowitz) (1/99-11/15/81) Levin; he had a sister, Leah (12/19/29-12/29/13).  The family possibly resided at 2373 85th Street, in Brooklyn.  Contemporary records also list a relative or friend as a Mr. Jack Betts, of 2019 80th St., Brooklyn, N.Y.

Lt. Levin was imprisoned at Stalag Luft III and Stalag VIIA.  His name can be found on page 376 of American Jews in World War II, which records that he received the Bronze Star and Purple Heart, thus indicating that he completed less than five combat missions, and, was wounded.  His name also appeared in a Casualty List (of liberated POWs) published on June 10, 1945.

Here’s the document (the only such document) in Luftgaukommando Report KU 1152 pertaining to his capture: an “Angaben über Gefangennahme von feindlichen Luftwaffenangehörigen.  (Nur für den Dienstgebrauch!)” form.  That is, “Information on capture of enemy air force personnel.” (For official use only!)”

Continuing a pattern unknown to me when I started work on this post, it was discovered that Lt. Levin – like Sgt. Bromberg and Lt. Chapman – despite the impact of having been shot down and made a prisoner of war – nonetheless made military service a postwar career, which is described at his FindAGrave biographical profile.  He passed away on February 13, 2015, and is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. 

This portrait, provided to FindAGrave by Mark Schreiner, shows him postwar…

…while this image (via Mary D) shows his matzeva at Hillside Cemetery, Issaquah, Washington.

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Sgt. Manfred “Manny” Stein, 13122870, Glendale, N.Y. – Wounded in Action

Though the Group emblem of the 466th Bomb Group seems to be unavailable via the Internet, the 785th Squadron’s insignia is, via the American Air Museum in Britain.  Here it is: 

Somewhat paralleling the profile of Lt. Landau (at the “top” of this post) – well, in terms of “information”, there’s no Missing Air Crew Report pertaining to Sergeant Manfred “Manny” Stein (13122870), precisely because – having been wounded – he and his crew safely returned to the 466th Bomb Group’s base at Attlebridge, England.  (There might be information about him in historical records of the 785th Bomb Squadron, but I haven’t checked.  He was identified as having been a member of the 785th via the American Air Museum in Britain.)

As described in a news article in the Long Island Star Journal of May 23, 1944 (he was earlier mentioned in that newspaper on October 7, 1943), the sergeant – a waist gunner – was severely wounded when he was struck in his left ankle by shrapnel from a cannon shell.  His name also appeared (without elaboration) in Casualty Lists published in the Ridgewood Times on 5/26/44, and Long Island Daily Press on 5/23/44.  Here’s the latter (via FultonHistory.com), followed by a transcript:

Stein, Aerial Gunner, Hit by Nazi Bullet

Sergeant Manfred Stein, 22-year-old aerial gunner, of Glendale, was wounded in the ankle when a German plane fired at his Liberator.

“One plane that we didn’t see started to fire at us,” he wrote to his mother, Mrs. Bertha Stein of 65-02 Catalpha Avenue.  “A shell hit the plane and exploded.  Several pieces of shrapnel entered my ankle.”

Unaware that his family had been notified of his injuries received on March 8 over Germany, the winner of the Air Medal and Purple Heart had not mentioned them in his letters home.

Sergeant Stein was born in the Bronx and attended Newtown High School and National Youth Administration Aviation Mechanics School in Maine.  Before entering the service in September, 1942, he was employed as an aviation mechanic in Middletown, Pa.

After his training in Columbus, Ohio, and New Mexico, he went overseas in February of this year.  His sisters, Mrs. Solomon Bromberg and Beatrice Stein, live with his mother in Glendale.

Born in the Bronx on November 19, 1921, he was the son of William (4/17/82-5/13/33) and Bertha Jenny (Loeb) (7/20/84-7/13/77) Stein.   His name appears on page 454 of American Jews in World War II, which records him as having been awarded the Air Medal and Purple Heart.  You can learn even more about his life at Legacy.com.    

He passed away on January 6, 2014, and is buried at Middletown Cemetery, Middletown, Pennsylvania.    

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9th Air Force

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Sgt. Harry Bear, 33104592, Philadelphia, Pa. – Killed Non-Battle

I can’t find an example of the insignia of the 387th Bomb Group, but…

…here’s the insignia of the 556th Bomb Squadron, from Flying Tiger Antiques.

Some years back, in March of 2009 (seems “just yesterday” … a world nearly unrecognizable from the hindsight of 2024) I was browsing through military and aviation magazines on display at a Borders Books and Music.  (Remember Borders, a p h y s i c a l book and music store?)  By chance; by luck, I came across the most recent issue of Key.Aero’s FlyPast magazine, the cover of which displayed an image of a restored (early version?) B-26 Marauder in flight.  “A B-26 on the cover.  Must be something about the B-26 inside.”  And so there was.  Within, on pages 40 through 45, appeared the article “‘Double Trouble’s’ Destiny” by Alan F. Crouchman.  I flipped through the pages, illustrated with a variety photos of 387th Bomb Group B-26s, air crews, and personnel. some undoubtedly from private collections.  A particular, full-size-page image stood out: a picture credited to the Army Air Force, of a Sergeant Harry Bear kissing a rabbit’s foot.  Then, I remembered:  I knew that name, H a r r y  B e a r.  I came across it before: while reviewing wartime issues of the Philadelphia Inquirer, in 35mm microfilm…

First, an article about Harry Bear was published on April 20, 1944, as the “lead” article in a Casualty List released that day…

“Page 1”

The article…

Death Cheats Flier of Furlough

With only one more combat mission to go before his furlough, Sergeant Harry Bear, engineer-gunner on the Marauder “Doghouse II,” took off from a Ninth Air Force Medium Bomber Station March 8 on a sortie over enemy territory – and failed to come back.

In a War Department telegram received by his mother, Mrs. Rose Bear, 5352 Jackson St., Sergeant Bear was reported to have been killed in action over Europe.

The 24-year-old airman was holder of the Distinguished Flying Cross and the Air Medal with five Oak Leaf Clusters “for conspicuous gallantry.”

A graduate of Overbrook High School, he worked at the Philadelphia Navy Yard prior to his enlistment.

…his portrait, probably sent from England to the Baer family, or snipped from a crew photo…

…and, the August 1, 1948 issue of the Inquirer, in a very brief funeral announcement.  

Born in Philadelphia on May 23, 1920, Sergeant Harry Bear (33104592) was the son of Frank Harry (7/15/89-12/22/84) and Rose (Ludfinski) (2/12/98-1/17/71) Bear, and the brother of Edith (1925-12/24/10) and Sally (1923-10/03).  The family resided at 5352 (5253?) Jackson Street or (?) 1210 South 49th Street in that city.  Along with the two news items above, his name appeared in a brief obituary published in the Jewish Exponent on August 6, 1948.  However, unlike some of the airmen mentioned in this post, his name did appear in American Jews in World War II: it’s on page 510, with mention of his having been awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross, Air Medal, five Oak Leaf Clusters, and Purple Heart. 

When I checked the name index to the Missing Air Crew Reports, I found that the index card for Sgt. Bear bore no MACR number.  Thus, no MACR covering the incident in which he was killed, was ever filed.  However, unlike the vast majority of MACR name index cards, this one is specific, for it bears a calendar date in the notation: “KIA March 8, 1944 EA” – which corroborated the Inquirer news article.  It was only some years later, with the advent of the 387th Bomb Group’s website, that the story of Sgt. Bear and his fellow crew members was revealed: There was a mid-air collision between two B-26s over the Group’s base at Chipping Ongar, England, involving the loss of Bear’s B-26, “DOUBLE TROUBLE” (B-26B 41-31684, otherwise known as “FW * A”), and the fortunate survival of the other (damaged) B-26 … “Itsy-Bitsy” (B-26B 41-31679, “FW * K“), which was so badly damaged as to eventuate in its salvage, albeit its entre crew survived.  

The crew of DOUBLE TROUBLE…

Pilot: Sargent, Edward Doyle, 1 Lt., 0-662675 – 11/7/17, Richland County, Oh.
Co-Pilot: Ogden, Donald Lloyd, 2 Lt., 0-672859 – 9/10/20, Gaylord, Mi.
Bombardier / Navigator: Levi, Alexander W. – 0-732868 (Member of 557th Bomb Squadron)
Flight Engineer: Simoski, Joseph E., S/Sgt. – 11018324 – Middlesex County, Ma.
Radio Operator: Nordlohne, Robert Alexander, T/Sgt., 35453740 – 8/25/18, Covington, Ky.
Gunner: Bear, Harry, S/Sgt.

The (partial) crew of Itsy-Bitsy…

Pilot: Ayer, Sam, 2 Lt.
Co-Pilot: Bartley, Houston N., 1 Lt.
Bombardier: Leonard, Ray E., 2 Lt.

Alan Crouchman’s FlyPast article about the 387th includes a very detailed account of the loss of DOUBLE TROUBLE, which, given the specificity therein, is probably based on the Accident Report filed for the mid-air collision of the two Marauders.  Here’s an excerpt from his article:

Tragedy over base

Operations flown by the B-26s during the winter period of 1943-1944 were mainly against the V-weapon sites, with DOUBLE TROUBLE flying 19 missions to these heavily defended targets out of the 29 completed between returning to combat and March 7, 1944.

The second, and fatal, incident occurred on March 8, 1944, on what would have been its 48th mission to attack the enemy airfield at Soesterberg.  Four aircraft of the 48 scheduled failed to take-off due to mechanical difficulties.

Destiny was to dictate that DOUBLE TROUBLE met its fate before the formation had left the vicinity of its home base.  Her last mission was undertaken by pilot 1 Lt. Ed Sargent and crew but because his normal bombardier was sick, a stand-in, 1st Lt. Alex Levi, of the 557th BS, was tasked to fly at the last minute.

Of the 44 aircraft to become airborne, ‘684 was the 42nd, almost at the very rear of the formation – following in line was 41-31679 ‘FW * KItsy Bitsy (flying its 58th mission) piloted by 2nd Lt. Sam Ayer, who had recently arrived with the 556th and was being checked out by experienced pilot 1st Lt. Houston Bentley as co-pilot.

The leader, Captain Rollin Childress, began his take-off run at 09:07 with the rest of the formation departing at 20-second intervals.  All began forming up over the airfield.

It is thought that after the take-off and turning onto the downward leg to formate on their flight leader both DOUBLE TROUBLE and Itsy Bitsy entered low cloud and in so doing ‘TROUBLE climbed up and hit the underside of ‘Bitsy without either pilot seeing each other.

Quickly jettisoning bomb load of ten 300-pound GP bombs, Ed Sargent tried to make for the airfield, but the collision had sliced a foot off each propeller blade.  Lacking sufficient power, ‘TROUBLE came down almost vertically, crashing on the edge of Chipping Ongar at the rear of Rockhills Farm, killing all the crew members instantly.

The damage to Itsy Bitsy, while severe, was not catastrophic.  Controlling bomber 2 Lt. Sam Ayer, sent the co-pilot, 1st Lt. Houston Bartley, to investigate.  He found the aft bomb bay caved in, the catwalk broken, and the left-hand rudder cable severed, as well as both engine nacelles badly smashed about.

They flew to the English Channel to jettison their bombs.  Over the sea they found that because the forward bomb bay doors were bent, the bombs would not release normally or by salvo.  In the end they could only be dropped manually by the bombardier, 2 Lt. Ray E. Leonard, using a screwdriver to individually release each one.

With the bombs gone, Sam returned to Chipping Ongar where a long approach was made and the undercarriage lowered.  The indicators showed that the gear was not locked, although a visual inspection appeared to to it so be down normally.  Not wanting to put a strain on the aircraft by going around again, a landing was made.

Touching down at 10:30, the pilots cut the switches and mixture controls and as the aircraft slowed, the port main undercarriage began to retract.  With the propeller and rear fuselage scraping the ground, the B-26 exited the left-hand side of the runway and slid for a further 50 yards before coming to a halt.  The crew quickly vacated the aircraft, without further injury.

This map shows the location of the 387th Bomb Group’s base at Chipping Ongar (that’s the official location, but in reality the base was adjacent to the village and civil parish of Fyfield), in the district of Essex.  It’s about halfway between Colchester and London.  

Zooming in, here’s the location of the base relative to Fyfield.  First, this map view…

…and now a (very contemporary) air photo view at the same scale.  

Moving in even closer, the base’s former location is indicated by the hourglass-pattern of agricultural land in the center of the photo.  As you can see by comparing this image with the wartime air photo below, hardstands, taxiways, and runways no longer exist, though the locations of the main and southeast-northwest runways are indicated by the intersecting boundaries of the lighter and darker-toned crop patterns.

Taken in June of 1947, this photograph of the former base can be found at Essex Balloons.  

Sgt. Bear is buried at Mount Sinai Cemetery in Philadelphia; specifically at Section 10B, Lot 1753, Grave 4.  Here’s an image of his military matzeva (photo by Danielle) which appears in his FIndAGrave biographical profile.

Given that the photograph of Sgt. Bear in FlyPast (on page 41, to be specific) is credited to the Army Air Force, I contacted the United States National Archives to see if the picture could be found in the USAAF WW II Photo Collection.  But, it’s not there.  Similarly, a search of the historical records of the 556th Bomb Squadron and 387th Bomb Group (obtained from the Air Force Historical Research Agency; on film rolls A0643, and B0407 + B0410, respectively) revealed no such image.  The conclusion:  It is (or was) part of a private photo collection.  

Since the original image was unavailable, the next best thing was to adapt and modify the half-tone version printed in FlyPast, in order to create a version that would simulate appearance of the original picture.  That’s what you see below.  This was done via Photoshop Elements, with three goals in mind: 1) Remove all superimposed text and photo, 2) adjust lighting and contrast, and 3) drastically reduce the sepia tone of the image … as printed in the magazine.  (Only later did it become apparent that he’s standing next to the propeller of the starboard engine.)

Here’s the result…

…and, here’s the FlyPast original:

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1 Lt. Alexander William Levi, 0-732868, San Bernardino, Ca. – Killed Non-Battle

The emblem is the insignia of the 557th Bomb Squadron – “Keller’s Killers” – via the American Air Museum in Britain (image FRE 5047).  

First Lieutenant Alexander William Levi (0-732868), was born in Manhattan on October 14, 1915 to Arthur E. and Viola Levi, who (during the Second World War) resided at 1042 Western Ave. in San Bernardino, California.  His name appears on page 48 of American Jews in World War II, which indicates that he received the Distinguished Flying Cross, Air Medal, 7 Oak Leaf Clusters (thus implying that he completed between 35 and 39 missions), and Purple Heart.  He’s buried at Cambridge American Cemetery, at Plot E, Row 6, Grave 25.  

His FindAGrave biographical profile includes images of two 557th Bomb Squadron crews in which served, or at least was temporarily assigned, one of which was that of squadron commander Keller.

Alan Crouchman’s article concludes:

Tribute to a stand-in

An entry in the 557th’s “B” Flight diary, maintained by the colleagues of 1st Lt. Alex Levi, read, “We lost Al today.  He was killed in a crash on the edge of the post at about 10am, when the formation was assembling for a bombing mission to Soesterberg airfield, Holland.

“It would have been his 40th mission.  Scheduled at the last minute to ride with a pilot of another squadron, he declined to ground himself for the day to avoid the duty, much as he disliked it.

“Take-off was at 09:20.  The plane in which Al was riding climbed up under and into another ship while joining the formation on the downward leg after take-off.  Still below 1000 ft, the plane crashed almost immediately after the collision, and death was undoubtedly instantaneous for all aboard.

“We packed his things this afternoon – we’ll get over it, and go on as he would.  But not today.  The hut isn’t the same.  Nothing is.  Al was really OK with us.  To a swell guy, “Godspeed.”

This photo of Lt. Levi was contributed to FindAGrave by Astrid.

…while these two images are via Joel Frampton Gilbert. Captions are from the images themselves, which were both edited and “niced up” for this blog post via Photoshop.

Lt. Sullivan and crew, left to right:
Front; Lt. Sullivan, Lt. Kelahan, Lt. Levi
Rear: Sgt. Lariscy, Sgt. Badnin, Sgt. Juergens, Sgt. Locurto

Major Keller’s crew, left to right:
Major Keller, Lt. Schill, Lt. Levi, Lt. Hornbarger, Sgt. Miller, Sgt. Schroeder, Sgt. Foreman

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Capt. Jack Eugene Gellman, 0-800704, Niagara Falls, N.Y. – Another Incident…

12th Air Force

The insignia of the 340th Bomb Group, from WorldWarPatches….

…and the emblem of the 487th Bomb Squadron, from Spreadshirt.com.

Captain Jack Eugene Gellman (0-800704) a B-25 Mitchell Navigator / Bombardier, was born in the Bronx on October 2, 1914, to Benjamin (3/21/83-9/11/51) and Annette (7/15/86-3/25/58) Gellman.  His family later resided at 601 Niagara Street and 442 Sixth Street in Niagara Falls, N.Y.  His wife was Elizabeth (Bloom) Gellman (4/3/15-2/14/99), her wartime residential address having been 1510 Parker St., Columbia, South Carolina.  A member of the 487th Bomb Squadron of the 12th Air Force’s 340th Bomb Group, his wartime service earned him the Distinguished Flying Cross, Air Medal, 4 Oak Leaf Clusters, and Soldier’s Medal.  

Like other men listed in this post, and so many, many more men mentioned in my prior posts, his name is absent from American Jews in World War II.  However, he was the subject of news articles that appeared in the Niagara Falls Gazette on March 6 and May 27, 1944, and in a crew photo photo published in the same newspaper on October 21, 1943.  

He passed away on November 23, 1999, and is buried at Beth Israel Cemetery, in Lewiston, N.Y., his matzeva revealing his Hebrew name to have been “Yakov bar David Baer”.  

Fortunately, he was neither injured, wounded, or captured during his military service, nor (as far as I know) did he have ever to take to parachute to abandon a damaged aircraft.  However, the two aforementioned Niagara Falls Gazette articles point to noteable incidents during his military service, the “latter” of which occurred on March 8, 1944, during a mission to Orte, Italy.  On that date, his quick action prevented the flames from a magnesium flare, which ignited while his B-25 was airborne, from at least damaging and potentially doing vastly worse to his aircraft.  The date of this incident was verified at 57th Bomb Wing by reviewing the 487th Bomb Squadron’s list of missions, which specifically lists Orte as being the target on March 8, 1944.  

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But first (!), two photos of then Lieutenant Gellman and his crew. 

This image, showing the crew in front of a B-25 nicknamed “Eileen“, was found in the (PDF version of) the 487th Bomb Squadron history for October, 1943, also at 57th Bomb Wing…  

Caption: L to R: 2nd Lieutenant Arthur Hover, Jack E. Gellman, R.E. Pirnie, Sgt. E. K. Rabon & S/Sgt. R.K. Clarkson, in front of Mitchell bomber of 487th B.S., 340 B.Gp.  Lt Hover holds DFC.

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…and this is the image from the Niagara Falls Gazette of October 21, 1943 (via Fulton History).  Though of very poor quality (it’s a half-tone image converted to 35mm microfilm, then scanned, and finally retouched to the maximum extent possible via Photoshop) certainly the caption is still helpful.  The B-25 serving as a backdrop appears to have a two-word nickname, the first word being “FLYIN’“, and the second completely illegible.  

“SOMEWHERE IN SICLY” – The crew of a Mitchell bomber, prior to taking off for a flight over enemy territory includes two men from Niagara Falls.  In the group, left to right are: standing, Sergeant Elmer Rabon, gunner, of Alabama; Lieutenant Jack Gellman, navigator-bombardier, of this city; Lieutenant Robert Pirnie, co-pilot, of Missouri; Lieut. Arthur Hover, pilot, Missouri; kneeling, Technical Sergeant Robert Purey, radioman-gunner, also of this city.

Lieutenant Gellman is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Gellman of Sixth street, and Technical Sergeant Furey is the son of Mr. and Mrs. John P. Furey, of Seventy-seventh street.  Both local men have received the Air Medal.

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And now, the two articles…

Falls Officer Quickly Makes “Bomb-sight,” Hits Target
The Niagara Falls Gazette
March 6, 1944

Allied war workers are turning out finished bombsights in record time these days but they’ve got to go even faster to beat the time of Lieutenant Jack E. Gellman, navigator-bombardier with the “Avengers,” a medium bombardment group in Italy.

Flying to a target on the Eighth Army’s front In Italy recently in a Mitchell bomber that did not carry a bomb-sight, Lieutenant Gellman, son of Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Gellman, of 442 Sixth street, this city, rigged up one with a pencil and a piece of cord and then, when the target “swam into sight,” toggled out his bombs. Observers said that his squadron’s bomb pattern was the best one laid down in the 38-plane formation.

“I was just lucky that the bombs, dropped as accurately as they did,” the lieutenant said. “One of the fellows who was lagging behind in our box helped the pattern a lot by holding his bombs longer than usual.”

Lieutenant Robert M. Pirnie, of Sacramento, Calif., pilot of the plane, was flying a wing position when the formation leader was forced to drop out shortly after the takeoff.

“Do you think you can take over this formation?” Pirnie asked Ge!lman.

“We haven’t got a bomb-sight,” was the answer.

“Can you make one?” the pilot then asked.

Lieutenant Gellman could and did. He quickly sketched in a few graduated lines on the plexiglass nose of the bomber, established a dropping angle and completed the “bomb-sight” by stretching a piece of Inter-phone cord at right angles to the vertical line on the glass.

“As we came up on the target I wanted to turn back,” Gellman, stated. “I could see the artillery flashing below and I knew our troops were close to the target area, but then Flight Officer Curtis P. Keough, of Lake Park, Minn., the co-pilot gave me the okay sign, so I crawled back into the nose and dropped them.”

Other members of the crew included Staff Sergeant Raymond K. Clarkson, of Danville, Ky., the radio operator, and Sergeant Elmer E. Rabon, of Webb, Ala., the gunner.

Lieutenant Gellman’s wife, Mrs. Elizabeth R. Gellman, resides at 1S10 Parker Street, Columbia, S.C.

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Falls Air Officer Successfully Battles Fire in Plane in Flight
Niagara Falls Gazette
May 27, 1944

Niagara Falls people have received long and minute instructions on how to handle magnesium bombs when they flare up on the ground but what does one do when a magnesium fire is started In a plane? Just ask Captain Jack E. Gellman, of 442 Sixth street. It happened to him.

One day in March, when his formation was returning from bombing Orte, Italy, a pistol loaded with a signal flare, dropped to the floor and sprayed the navigator’s and bombardier’s compartments with white hot magnesium. It burned with such heat that in a fraction of a second parts of the plane itself were burning and melting.

Cool, calm and collected, he reached for the fire extinguisher and started to spray the flames. When they were out to the navigator’s compartment, he turned his efforts to the direction of his trapped companion In the nose of the ship. Pushing himself through the hot crawlway which connected the two compartments, he was seared and scorched, out he managed to hand the extinguisher to the bombardier.

The Ill-fated craft returned to base with but relatively slight damage. Investigation showed that the fire had already partially severed the control cables but that was quickly repaired. The men were patched up and in several days the crew and plane were in the air again.

Captain Gellman received the Soldier’s Medal for this action. With that ribbon, he displays the Air Medal with four Oak Leaf Clusters, the Middle East Area of War Ribbon with two campaign stars, the Distinguished Flying Cross, the Coastal Patrol ribbon and the Before Pearl Harbor ribbon.

“What I really would like to have is an ex-serviceman’s ribbon on a blue serge suit,” he said wistfully, “and hope that I get It quick.”

He carries with him a “short snorter,” composed of 19 different kinds of money. Although he has been through 26 countries and has flown over about 50, he has only that number because many countries now use American money.

On the front of this collection are the autographs of many of his friends with whom he has been overseas. The names of Senator James Mead and comedian Jack Benny are proudly displayed.

The backs of the bills bear a record of the 65 missions on which he has been. Names of cities In the Balkans, Italy and Germany appear many times. On occasion he has had to parachute to the ground or be in his plane, “The Spirit of Niagara Falls,” when it belly-landed.

We fellows to the Air force really admire the boys on the ground,” he said. They have all the hard work, hand-to-hand fighting, the light of blood and death, while we sit up in a plane, relatively far from all that.”

He had nothing but praise for the work of the Red Cross. “They have an uncanny way of appearing just when a soldier needs food, relaxation and companionship,” he said. “The Naples Red Cross center is just like the corner of Broadway and Forty-second street to New York – if one stays there long enough, he can meet all his friends. And believe me. you didn’t have to stay there long.”

He spoke of the food in the army, saying that when the men first got to the Mediterranean theater of war the food wasn’t any too good, but it rapidly grew better. “For a while.” he said, “we were allowed only one coke a week, which was unusual.

“The eggs that the army had were only the dehydrated, powdered kind and soon when we had a day off we would take a plane and fly two or three thousand miles to Cairo, Egypt or Colubra, Africa, for several hundred eggs. They were put in the bomb bay and when the plane came back nearly everyone was out on the field, praying that the ship would land gently.
“Fresh milk could be bad in Malta and we would fly there for a taste of that wonderful liquid.”

Coming back to the States, he was in “war-weary,” a plane that had been In many encounters and was being returned to the states for rejuvenation.
Captain Gellman stated that he was rather anxious to return for the simple reason that “I want to help get this thing over as soon as possible so that I can come home without thinking that I shall ever have to go back.”

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2 Lt. Nathan Shapiro, 0-695541, Dorchester, Ma. – Parachuted to Safety… (once)

As already evident from many of my prior blog posts – let alone innumerable accounts of aviation history elsewhere – military aviation even not involving contact with the enemy inherently carried an element of risk and danger, as well chronicled by works such as Anthony Mireles three-volume trilogy covering fatal Army Air Force accidents in the continental United States during the Second World War, let alone Aviation Archeology’s massive database.

One such incident, involving the loss of a B-24 Liberator, transpired on March 8, 1944.  To quote from pages 716-717 of Volume 2 of Mireles’ Fatal Army Air Force Aviation Accidents in the United States, 1941-1945:

At 0050 MWT, a Consolidated B-24E crashed three miles east of Kuna, Idaho, killing three crewmembers.  Six crewmembers were ale to parachute to safety and were uninjured.  The airplane took off from Gowen Field, Boise, Idaho, on a routine bombing mission.  The B-24 climbed to about 20,000 feet and flew on to the bombing range, but was unable to bomb because of a layer of clouds over the target area. The airplane was unable to established radio contact with the range or with local ground control.  The airplane descended to about 12,000 feet over Gowen Field and was able to establish radio contact with Boise Control Tower only.  The Boise tower was able to relay messages between the airplane and Gowen Field.  The airplane was ordered to fly to range #3 and bomb at 8,500 feet.  The pilot descended to 8,500 feet and then began experiencing trouble with the number three engine.  The pilot was unable to correct the problem or feather the propeller.  The pilot ordered the crew to stand by to abandon ship.  The number three engine began to vibrate badly and the airplane became difficult to control so the pilot ordered the crew to bail out.  The pilot was satisfied that the crew had left the ship as he bailed out.

Assigned to the 29th Combat Crew Training Squadron, the crew of the aircraft in question, B-24E 41-28514, piloted by 2 Lt. Robert Preston Aldridge, comprised:

Pilot: Aldridge, Robert Preston, 2 Lt.
Co-Pilot: Whitman, Stanley E., 2 Lt.
Navigator: Maher, William T., 2 Lt. – Killed
Bombardier Instructor: Haley, Edmond Milton, 2 Lt.
Bombardier: Shapiro, Nathan, 2 Lt.
Flight Engineer: Boreson, Albert J., S/Sgt.
Radio Operator: Shade, Robert L., S/Sgt.
Gunner: Ford, Walter E.J., Sgt. – Killed
Gunner: Scales, Danny D., Sgt. – Killed

The incident is covered in Army Air Force Accident Report 44-3-8-1.

(This is the first blog post where I’m including maps of a WW II crash location inside the United States.)

Here’s the location of Kuna relative to Nampa, Meridien, and Boise.  B-24E 41-28514’s approximate crash location is indicated by the red oval.

A larger-scale map of the area.  The crash location as shown here is based on calculation of the distance from the center of Kuna.

Here’s an air photo view of the above area, at the same scale.  It would seem that 41-28514 fell to earth in agricultural land.  

And, a closer (very close) view.

And then…

2 Lt. Nathan Shapiro, 0-695541, Dorchester, Ma. – Parachuted to Safety… (twice)

14th Air Force

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The 373rd Bomb Squadron’s insignia, from A2 Jacket Patches.

Over seven months later, on October 29, 1944, after having been assigned to the 373rd Bomb Squadron of 308th Bomb Group (14th Air Force) Lt. Aldridge’s crew was involved in another incident which involved the bail-out of his crew.  As described at FlightSafety, “Climbing through the undercast, the plane went out of control.  All crew members bailed out except for pilot Aldridge.”  The incident, which occurred at Luliang, China, is also covered in the high-number postwar Missing Air Crew Report # 15526, which (but of course – thanks soooo much, Fold3!) is unavailable via the National Archives online catalog.     

The aircraft in question was “ZOOT CHUTE”, B-24J 42-73320.  The aircraft appears in Army Air Force photo 69034AC – A2189, seen below.  (The names of the men in this photo are unknown.)

This photo, from Everything B-24, shows the post-crash remnants of ZOOT CHUTE.

Lt. Aldridge is buried at the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific in Honolulu (Plot P 465).  His portrait (via Adriana), which accompanies his FindAGrave biographical profile, is below:

Second Lieutenant Nathan Shapiro (0-695541), Aldridge’s bombardier, was born in Boston, Massachusetts, on June 19, 1924, the son of Jacob and Jennie Shapiro who lived at 129 Callender Street in Dorchester.  His name appears on page 179 of American Jews in World War II, which lists him as having been awarded the Purple Heart.

This Apple Map (I vastly prefer Apple Maps to Google maps) shows the location of Luliang, relative to Beijing.

This map shows the location of Luliang Airport, relative to the city of Luliang itself, which is at the bottom center of the image.  I don’t know if – but I am assuming that – this airport occupies the same location as the 308th Bomb Group’s base in WW II. 

This air photo view shows, at the same scale as the above map, the rugged nature of the surrounding terrain.

Finally, a close view of the Luliang Airport, this image making the forbidding nature of the terrain even more obvious.

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U.S.S.R. (C.C.C.Р.)
Military Air Forces – VVS
(Военно-воздушные cилы России – ВВС)

Junior Lieutenant Vladimir Yakovlevich Yookhvit – Prisoner of War
(Младший Лейтенант Владимир Яковлевич Юхвит)

Completed 64 combat missions
2nd Air Army, 227th Attack Aviation Division, 687th Attack Aviation Regiment
(2 Воздушная Армия, 227 Штурмовой Авиационной Дивизии, 637 Штурмового Авиационного Полка)
As Pilot [Летчик)…  On 12/13/43, crash-landed as result of attack by Me-109
As Senior Pilot (Летчик Старшии)…  On 3/8/44 – shot down by anti-aircraft artillery in vicinity of Vinnitsa, Ukraine, with Aerial Gunner Senior Sergeant Mikhail Pavlovich Tretyakov.  Both survived as prisoners of war at Stalag Luftwaffe 2, Lodz, Poland
Born 7/28/22, Chelyablinsk Oblast

Parents: Yakov and Anna Yookhvit, city of Sverdlovsk, Tolmacheva Street, Building 4

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Three Books

Doherty, Robert E., and Ward, Geoffrey D., Snetterton Falcons : The 96th Bomb Group In World War II, Taylor Publishing Company, Dallas, Texas, 1989

Dublin, Louis I., and Kohs, Samuel C., American Jews in World War II – The Story of 550,000 Fighters for Freedom, The Dial Press, New York, N.Y., 1947

Maryanovskiy, M.F., Pivovarova, N.A., Sobol, I.S. (editors), Memorial Book of Jewish Soldiers Who Died in Battles Against Nazism – 1941-1945 – Volume I [Surnames beginning with А (A), Б (B), В (V), Г (G), Д (D), Е (E), Ж (Zh), З (Z), И (I)]Union of Jewish War Invalids and Veterans, Moscow, Russian Federation, 1994

Mireles, Anthony J., Fatal Army Air Force Aviation Accidents in the United States, 1941-1945 – Volume 2: July, 1943-July, 1944, McFarland & Company, Inc., Publishers, Jefferson, N.C., 2006

Here’s a Magazine

Crouchman, Alan F., ‘Double Trouble’s’ Destiny’, Flypast, March, 2009, pp. 40-45

The Shield of Memory – Articles from “Der Schild”, Journal of the Reich Federation of Jewish Front-Line Soldiers: April 3, 1936 – “Pesach Before Verdun”

Given the importance of PassoverPesach – to the Jewish people, both as a discrete historical event and in terms of its perennial centrality in the arc of Jewish (and dare one say … indirectly world?) history, it’s only natural that this blog presents examples of Pesach observance by Jewish soldiers in a variety of historical settings, and, within the armed forces of different nations.  In that light, you can read about military Pesach observance in the following posts:

World War One

Soldiers of The Great War: Jewish Military Service in WW I, as Reported in l’Univers Israélite (The Jewish World) – Le Séder sur le Front (The Seder at The Front), April 9, 1915 (March 22, 2017)

World War Two

The Jews of Hawaii in World War Two: The Jewish Exponent, September 10, 1943 (November 10, 2022)

Pacific Pesach – The Guam Haggadah (parts one, two, three, four, and five (references).  (January, 2017)

Pesach with the Jewish Brigade: Italy – March, 1945 (May 24, 2018)

The commonality of these posts is obvious: They pertain to Pesach observance by Jewish servicemen specifically in the Allied armies in both wars.  While this is so by definition – alas, truly needing no explanation – in the Second World War, in the First World War (the ironically named “Great War”) Pesach was observed by Jewish soldiers serving in the militaries of both the Allies and Central Powers, among the latter most obviously and prominently Imperial Germany.  The latter is the topic of “this” post: Passover observance, specifically in terms of the Seder, amidst the horrific Battle of Verdun, during 1916.  This was the subject of former Feldrabbiner (Field Rabbi) Georg Salberger’s detailed reminiscence in Der Schild, which was published in April of 1936.  

As described at the Leo Baeck Institute – Edythe Griffinger Portal“Georg Salzberger was born in Culm, West-Prussia (Chełmno, Poland) in 1882 and grew up in Erfurt, Germany, where his father Moritz Salzberger was the rabbi.  He studied at universities in Berlin and Heidelberg, and he was ordained rabbi at Hochschule für die Wissenschaft des Judentums in Berlin in 1909.  From 1910 to 1937, Salzberger was rabbi at the liberal Westend-Synagogue in Frankfurt am Main; he also lectured at the Philanthropin and other Jewish institutions.  After incarceration at Dachau, Salzberger emigrated to London, England, where he was co-founder of the German-speaking “New Liberal Jewish Congregation”.  Rabbi Dr. Georg Salzberger died in London in 1975.”

Here’s Rabbi Salzberger’s undated portrait from the Leo Baeck Institute: “Part of the Paul Arnsberg Collection, AR 7206; Accession Number F826.”  You can also view the portrait via the Center for Jewish History.  

As in my prior posts about Der Schild, this posts includes images of the article, followed by an English-language translation, and finally, the same article in the original German.  (Unfortunately, the final paragraph, illegible, is absent from this post.)  Both versions of the article close with Julius Rosenbaum’s sketch of the crowded Seder, which appeared on page seven of the March 13, 1936 issue of the newspaper – that issue (awaiting translation to English…) being almost entirely devoted to the service and experiences of German Jewish soldiers during the Battle of Verdun.  (Not that it mattered in the Germany of 1936, but anyway…) 

And so, the Seder of 1916 in the Deutsches Heer.  

Pesach Before Verdun
by Kam. Field Rabbi (ret.) Georg Salzberger, Frankfurt a.M.

The Shield
April 3, 1936

Number 14/15

“Oh, this night is certainly different from all other nights,
from those in our beloved homeland with father and mother,
with wife and child,
but also from the nights in the muddy trenches,
in the “bomb-proof” shelter,
at the forward post or during the assault.
War is outside, and here, for one night, there is peace.
Many a tear steals from their eye
when they hear the old melodies here
or when they see the long procession of their ancestors,
heroic, storm-hardened men and women,
pass by in the text of the Haggadah.”

Since February 21, 1916, the beginning of the great offensive, the cannons thundered day and night around the old, defiant fortress. In heroic attacks and counterattacks, the German positions had been pushed forward to the barrier forts: Fort Vaux had been taken after admirable resistance from the French garrison. The German Crown Prince had received its brave commander, a Jewish captain, as we were told, in his headquarters in Stenay on the Meuse and returned his sword to him as a sign of his appreciation. Troops of captured Frenchmen could be seen everywhere. But the hospitals also filled up. Hecatombs of flourishing people were sacrificed in the murderous battles of those days and months; hecatombs succumbed to their wounds behind the front despite the self-sacrificing care of doctors, medics and nurses. In some cases a relatively light injury was enough to cause death within a few days through the development of gas phlegmon.

I had asked the general doctor of the 5th Army, to which I was assigned as field rabbi, to telegraph me when Jewish wounded were brought to a field or military hospital or when Jewish casualties were to be buried. The request was granted wherever possible. I was constantly on the move: in a car, on a truck, on a horse-drawn cart, on foot. In Stenay, where I was based, in Carnigon, in Montmedy, in Longuyon and Pierrepont – to name just the large hospitals – everywhere it was necessary to seek out the wounded, to bring them gifts of love and spiritual support, to accept their wishes and to report back home on their behalf. It is impossible to describe all the torments, but also all the quiet heroism that took place in the houses and barracks. Of course there was no difference between Jew and non-Jew: not in the torments, and not in the heroism for the brave men who lay there in bed next to bed, not for the priest who went from bed to bed. For how many, any consolation and any help came too late! Now here, now there, we lowered a brave man into the foreign earth with the ever moving song of the good comrade; often there were many at once, wrapped in white sheets, whom we buried in the military grave, and then it was not uncommon for the priest or the rabbi to give the funeral oration for all of them.

Under such circumstances, it was not easy to prepare for the Passover celebration. I had obtained an army order from the AOK [Army Higher Command], according to which the Jewish officers and men of all units of the “Crown Prince’s Army”, as far as they were available, were to be sent on leave to Stenay on the first evening of the festival or to Longuyon on the second, in order to take part in the service and the subsequent “religious meal”. The reports came in far more than I had expected, and I was happy that my good boy had brought a hundredweight of ritual smoked meat, generously donated by my home community, from Frankfurt am Main, as well as sizeable packages of matzo and a crate of wine. The director’s office supplied potatoes and canned vegetables. The rooms for the Seder celebration had to be inspected and prepared in a hurry, the meat had to be cooked in a large kashered kettle, the potatoes had to be peeled, etc.

The first evening service gathered in the beautiful church in Stenay about 300 men who had come from the most varied regions, some from far away, through bottomless mud and at the risk of their lives, from the VI, VII and XXII: RK [Reserve Corps] and from the staging areas of Stenay, Dun and Mouzon. In the absence of a Hazzan – the one from the previous year had fallen – I had to take over the office of preacher. The sight of the church filled to the last seat when I then stepped up to the improvised pulpit was overwhelming. The value of memory was spoken of in the sermon, which is presented to us in the three main symbols of the Seder table! As usual, we ended with a prayer and the Kaddish, just as we had begun with the beautiful Dutch prayer of thanksgiving accompanied by the organ; its powerful ending: “Lord, set us free!” was still ringing in our ears when we went to the town’s market square after the tribunal to celebrate the “domestic celebration” together. Because of the large number of participants, we had to do it three times in a row. This meant that not only the meal, which was served from an anteroom, was a little short, but unfortunately also the Haggadah, although I did not fail to explain the signs and customs.

Officers and doctors, as well as 5 Jewish nurses from the nearby Inor epidemic hospital, took part in the first Seder. The second Seder was given by an old family father whose name I no longer remember, the third by the younger son of Rabbi Meyer from Regensburg: It was exactly “around the middle of the night” when the last guests left the room, who had certainly never seen such a strange group together before or since.

The next morning, in the same hall, the comrades who did not have to return to the front held a service among themselves. But I had to drive in the pouring rain, laden with matzo and wine and a mailbag full of Jewish newspapers and magazines in a small car that Major Vogt from the A.O.K. had granted me, via Montmedy and Charency to Longuyon. I unloaded at Levys’s (from Diedenhoefn) sutler’s. I had sent a large crate of matzo and two of canned fruit from Frankfurt by train. The platoon commander, Lt. Colonel V. Schott, who I spoke to, had approved 400 rations of meat and 8 hundredweight of potatoes. At around 7 a.m., around 300 men lined up on the square in front of the town hall. Lt. Sergeant Wanghenheim had them counted and marched to the cinema in four formations. Festively decorated and illuminated, it welcomes our congregation, which includes two officers, several doctors (one of them the late D. Jungmann from Breslau) and sisters from Pierrepont and Longuyon. This time our prayer leader is Hofsanger Platz, who has already performed excellently at the Yom Kippur service in Montmedy. Here I only need to be a rabbi: ancient, proud memories will become an experience for us today – experiences will become memories again, that was more or less the basic idea of my sermon. During a short break, wine and matzah are served, although of course there is only one bottle for one person and one matzah for two people. But there is not a symbol missing from the Seder plate in front of me. And even though everyone only drinks four sips of wine instead of the prescribed four cups, there is still a youngest person there (a member of the Israeli Religious Society in Frankfurt am Main) who asks Ma Nishstana. Oh, this night is certainly different from all other nights, from those in our beloved homeland with father and mother, with wife and child, but also from the nights in the muddy trenches, in the “bomb-proof” shelter, at the forward post or during the assault. War is outside, and here, for one night, there is peace. Many a tear steals from their eye when they hear the old melodies here or when they see the long procession of their ancestors, heroic, storm-hardened men and women, pass by in the text of the Haggadah. The fare is meager, and I cannot blame a humorous comrade for thinking that even the meat today is only symbolic: and yet they all join in with grateful hearts when Dr. S___andi says the grace before meals.

Meanwhile, in the cafe opposite, the 100 men who no longer had room with us had held their own service and Seder. The next morning we all met again in the cinema for a peaceful service with learning, haftorah and musaf. A Mater who experienced it has captured it in his picture. (This picture of the Mater, our Kam. Julius Rosenbaum [of] Berlin, was in No. 11, page 7, D. R.d.)

Pesach vor Verdun
von Kam. Feldrabbiner a.D. Georg Salzberger, Frankfurt a.M.

Der Schild
April 3, 1936

Nummer 14/15

Seit dem 21. Februar 1916, dem Beginn der grossen Offensive, donnerten Tag und Nacht die Kanonen um die alte trotzige Festung. In heldenmütigen Angriffen und Gegenangriffen waren die deutschen Stellungen bis zu den Sperrforts vorgeschoben worden: Fort Vaux war nach bewundernswertner Widerstand der französischen Besatzung genommen. Ihren tapferen Kommandanten, einen jüdischen Hauptmann, wie man uns erzählte, hatte der Deutsche Kronprinz in seinem Hauptquartier zu Stenay an der Maas empfangen und ihm zum Zeichen seiner Anerkennung den Degen zurückgegeben. Ueberall sah man Trupps von gefangenen Franzosen. Aber auch die Lazarette füllten sich. Hekatomben blühender Menschen wurden in den mörderischen Schlachten jener Tage und Monde geopfert, Hekatomben erlagen trotz aufopfernder Pflege von Aerzten, Sanitätern un7d Krankenschwestern hinter der Front ihren Verwundungen. Ost genügte eine verhältnismässing leichte Verletzung, um durch sich entwickelnde Gasphlegmone in wenigen Tagen den Tod herbeizufuhren.

Ich hatte den Generalarzt der 5. Armee, der ich als Feldrabbiner zugeteilt war, gebeten, dass ich telegraphisch verständigt würde, wenn in einen Feld- oder Kriegslazarette jüdische Verwundete eingeliefert wurden oder jüdische Gefallene zu bestatten waren. Nach Möglichkeit entsprach man der Bitte. Ich war ständig unterwegs: im Personenauto, auf Kraftlastwagen, auf Pferdefuhrwerken, zu Fuss. In Stenay, wo ich mein Standquartier hatte, in Carnigon, in Montmedy, in Longuyon und Pierrepont – um nur die grossen Lazarette zu nennen – überall galt es, Verwundete aufzusuchen, ihnen Liebesgaben zu bringen und seelische Aufrichtung, ihre Wünsche entgegen zu nehmen und für sie nach der Heimat zu berichten. Unmöglich, all die Qualen, aber auch all das stille Heldentum zu schildern, die sich in den Häusern und Baracken abspielten. Natürlich gas es de zwischen Jude und Nichtjude keinen Unterschied: nicht in der Qual, und nicht im Heldentum für die Braven, die dort Bett an Bett lagen, nicht für den Geistlichen, der von Bett zu Bette ging. Bei wievielen kam jeder Trost und jede Hilfe zu spät! Bald da, bald dort senkten wir mit dem immer wieder ergreifenden Liede vom guten Kameraden einen Braven in die fremde Erde, oft waren es viele auf einmal, die wir in weisse Laken gehüllt im Waffengrab begruben und dann kam es nicht selten vor, dass der Pfarrer oder der Rabbiner ihnen insgesamt die Grabrede hielt.

Unter solchen Umständen war es nicht leicht, für die Pessachfeier zu rüsten. Ich hatte heim AOK [Armeeoberkommando], einen Armeebefehl erwirkt, wonach die jüdischen Offiziere und Mannschaften aller Truppenteile der „Kronprinzen-Armee“, soweit sir irgend abkömmlich waren, zum 1. Abend des Festes nach Stenay oder zum 2. Nach Longuyon zu beurlauben seien, um am Gottesdienst und am anschliessenden „religiösen Mahl“ teilzunehmen. Weit zahlreicher, als ich erwartet hatte, liefen die Meldungen ein, und ich war glücklich, dass mein braver Bursche einen Zentner rituelles Rauchfleisch, das meine Heimatgemeinde grosszügig gestiftet, aus Frankfurt am Main gebracht hatte, dazu ansehnliche Pakete Mazzen und eine Kiste Wein. Kartoffeln und Gemüsekonserven lieferte die Intendantur. In Eile mussten die Räume für die Seder-Feier besichtigt und hergerichtet, das Fleisch in einem grossen gekascherten Kessel gekocht, die Kartoffeln geschält werden ufw.

Der erste Abendgottesdienst versammelte in der schönen Kirche zu Stenay annahernd 300 Mann, die aus den verschiedensten Gegenden, teilweise von weit her, durch grundlosen Schlamme und unter Lebensgefahr, vom VI, VII und XXII: RK [Reserve-Korps] und aus den Etappenorten Stenay. Dun und Mouzon gekommen waren. In Ermangelung eines Chasen – der vom vorigen Jahr war gefallen – musste ich das Amt eines Barbeters übernehmen. Ueber wältigend der Anblick des bis auf den letzten. Platz gefüllten Gotteshauses, als ich dann an die improvisierte Kanzel trat. Von dem Wert der Erinnerung sprach in der Predigt, die in den drei Hauptsymbolen der Seder-Tafel uns entgegen tritt! Wie zumeist schlossen wir mit einem Gebet und dem Kaddisch, wie wir mit dem schönen Niederländischen Dankgebet unter Orgelbegleitung begonnen hatten; sein kraftvoller Ausklang: „Herr, mach uns frei!“ lag uns noch im Ohr, als wir uns nach dem Tribunal auf den Marktplatz des Fleckens begaben, um dort zusammen die „häusliche Feier“ zu begehen. Wegen der Fülte der Teilnehmer mussten wir es dreimal nacheinander tun. Dadurch kam nicht nur das Mahl etwas zu kurz, das von einem Vorraum, aus serviert wurde, sondern leider auch die Haggada, obwohl ich es an Erklärungen der Zeichen und Bräuche nicht fehlen liess.

Am ersten Seder nahmen Offiziere und Aerzte, auch 5 jüdische Krankenschwestern aus dem nahen Seuchenlazarett Inor teil. Den zweiten Seder gab ein alter Familienvater, dessen Namen ich nicht mehr weiss, den dritten der jüngere Sohn des Rabbiners Meyer aus Regensburg: Es war genau „um die Mitte der Nacht,“ als der letzten Gäste den Raum verliessen, de gewiss weder vor noch nachher eine so merkwürdige Gesellschaft beisammen gesehen hat.

Am anderen Morgen hielten im gleichen Saal die Kameraden, die nicht gleich zur Front zurück mussten, unter sich einen Gottesdienst ab. Ich aber musste, beladen mit Mazzen und Wein und einem Postsack voll jüdischer Zeitungen und Zeitschriften in einem Klein-Auto, das mir Major Vogt vom AOK bewilligte, bei strömendem Regen über Montmedy und Charency nach Longuyon fahren. In der Marketenderei von Levys (aus Diedenhoefn) lud ich ab. Eine grosse Kiste mit Mazzen und zwei mit Obstkonserven aus Frankfurt hatte ich per Bahn vorangeschickt. Etappen-Kommandant Oberstltn. V. Schott, bei dem ich vorgesprochen, hatte 400 Rationen Fleisch und 8 Zentner Kartoffeln bewilligt. Gegen 7 Uhr treten auf dem Platz vor dem Rathaus etwa 300 Mann an. Feldwebel-Ltn. Wanghenheim lässt abzählen und in 4 Gliedern zum Kino marschieren. Festlich geschmückt und beleuchtet empfängt es unsere Gemeinde, unter der sich auch 2 Offiziere, mehrere Aerzte (einer von ihnen der inzwischen verstorbene D. Jungmann aus Breslau) und Schwestern aus Pierrepont und Longuyon befinden. Diesmal ist unser Vorbeter Hofsänger Platz, der sich bereits beim Yom-Kippur-Gottesdienst in Montmedy hervorragend bewährt hat. Hier brauche ich nur Rabbiner zu sein: Uralte stolze Erinnerung wird uns heute zum Erlebnis – Erlebnis wird wieder zur Erinnerung werden, das etwa war der Grundgedanke meiner Predigt. Während einer kurzen Pause werden Wein und Mazzen gereicht, wobei freilich nur 1 Flasche auf 1 Mann und 1 Mazze auf 2 Mann kommt. Aber auf der Sederschüssel vor mir fehlt kein Symbol. Und wenn auch jeder statt der vorgeschriebenen 4 Becher nur 4 Schluck Wein trinkt, so ist doch ein Jüngster da (Mitglied der Isr. Religionsgesellschaft im Frankfurt a. M.), der ma nischstanno fragt. O., diese Nacht unterscheidet sich allerdings von allen andern Nächten, von denen in der lieben Heimat bei Vater und Mutter, bei Weib und Kind, aber auch von den Nachten in den schlammigen Schützengraben, im „bombensicheren“ Unterstand, auf vorgeschobenem Posten oder beim Sturmangriff. Kriegs ist draussen, und hier für eine Nacht Frieden. Manchem stiehlt sich eine Träne aus dem Auge, wenn er die alten Melodien hier vernimmt oder in langem Zuge die Geschlechter seiner Ahnen, heldenhafter, sturmerprobter Männer und Frauen im Texte der Haggada an sich vorüberziehen steht. Schmal ist die Kost, und ich kann es einem humorvollen Kameraden nicht verargen, wenn er meint, auch das Fleisch sei wohl heute nur symbolisch geboten: und doch stimmen sie alle aus dankbaren Herzen ein, als Dr. S___andi das Tischgebetspricht.

Im Cafe gegenüber haben inzwischen die 100 Mann, die bei uns nicht mehr Platz fanden, ihren eigenen Gottesdienst und Seder gehalten. Am nächsten Morgen finden wir alle uns noch einmal im Kino zu friedlicher And____ mit Leienen, Haftoro und Mussaph zusammen Ein Mater, der sie miterlebt, hat sie im Bilde, sein gehalten. (Dieses Bild des Maters, unseres Kam. Julius Rosenbaum Berlin, war in Nr. 11, Seite 7, D. R.d.)

Here’s an overview of how to access Der Schild at Goethe University, excerpted from my post “Infantry Against Tanks: A German Jewish Soldier at Cambrai, November, 1917“, of September 9, 2017.  (It certainly seems to have come in handy, just over seven years later!)

“Stories and depictions of World War One combat, composed both during and after the “Great War”, are abundantly available in print and on the web. 

“A fascinating source of such accounts – but even moreso a source particularly; poignantly ironic – is the newspaper Der Schild, which was published by the association of German-Jewish war veterans, the “Reichsbundes Jüdischer Frontsoldaten”, from January of 1922 through late 1938, the latter date paralleling the disbandment of the RjF.  Der Schild is available as 35mm microfilm at the Dorot Jewish Division of the New York Public Library, and in digital format through Goethe University Frankfurt am Main.  

“The screen-shot below shows the Goethe University’s catalog entry for Der Schild, which allows for immediate and direct access of the library’s holdings of the newspaper.  All years of the publication, with the exception of 1924, are available; all as PDFs. 

“Of equal (greater?!) importance, accessing digital holdings is as simple as it is intuitive (and easy, too!)  In effect and intent, this is a very well designed website!  This is shown through this screen-shot, presenting holdings of Der Schild for 1933. 

“The total digitized holdings of Der Schild in the Goethe University’s collection comprise approximately 530 issues.  “Gaps” do exist, with 1922 comprising only four issues (9, 10, 13, and 14) and 1923 comprising three issues (14, 15, and 17).  However, holdings for all years commencing with 1925 are – I believe – complete, through the final issue (number 44, published November 4, 1938).

“Not unexpectedly, Der Schild’s content sheds fascinating and retrospectively haunting light on Jewish life in Germany during the 1920s and 1930s; on Jewish genealogy; on the military service of German Jews (not only in the First World War but the Franco-Prussian War as well), often focusing on Jewish religious services at “the Front”, rather than “combat”, per se (see the issue of April 3, 1936, with its cover article “Pesach vor Verdun”); on occasion about Jewish military service in the Allied nations during “The Great War”(1); on Jewish history, literature, and religion; on Jewish life and Jewish news outside of Germany.

“There is much to be explored.”

References

Bund jüdischer Soldaten (YouTube Channel)

Der Schild (digital version) (at Goethe University Frankfurt website)

Reichsbund jüdischer Frontsoldaten (at Wikipedia)

Vaterländischer Bund jüdischer Frontsoldaten (Patriotic Union of Jewish Front-Line Soldiers”) 

Soldiers from New York: Jewish Soldiers in The New York Times, in World War Two: Navigating Survival: 2 Lt. Milton W. Stern, United States Army Air Force – Evasion in Belgium, March-July, 1944

2 Lt. Milton Wallace Stern, a navigator in the 532nd Bomb Squadron of the 381st Bomb Group, was shot down on March 8, 1944, during the 8th Air Force’s mission to the ball-bearing works at Erkner, a town on the southeastern edge of Berlin.  Parachuting to earth with his nine fellow crewmen, he evaded capture until May 27, 1944, when he was apprehended by the Gestapo.  Temporarily interned with his fellow evadees in Saint Leonard Prison, Liege, Belgium, he was eventually imprisoned at Stalag Luft I, and like all his fellow crew members, survived the war.

You can read an extensive and detailed (and extensive) account of his wartime experiences, along with excerpts of an interview I conducted with him in 1993 here, in the post Soldiers from New York: Jewish Soldiers in The New York Times, in World War Two: March 8, 1944 (In the Air…) – Navigating Survival: Milton W. Stern.

“This” post, however, is an French-to-English translation of an account of Milton’s temporary evasion from German capture, written by Philippe Connart, Michel Dricot, Edouard Renière, and Victor Schutters, from The Comet Network, which was last updated on June 24, 2022.

But first, some introductory photographs…  

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Milton wartime portrait.

Milton at his home in northern new Jersey, photographed October 21, 1993.  (From a 35mm Kodachrome slide.)

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Here begins the translation of the story from The Comet Network:

Boeing B-17G-25-DL Flying Fortress, serial number 42-38029, VE-M

Shot down by an Me109 fighter during a mission to Erkner, near Berlin, on 8 March 1944
Crashed around 16:00 at 11 Bathmenseweg in Oude Molen (Lettele), 1 km from the road from Deventer to Holten, (Overijssel) Netherlands
Duration of evasion: 2 ½ months
Arrested: Liège, 27 May 1944

Additional information:

MACR 3002 Crew Loss Report.

RAMP [Recovered American Military Personnel] Report signed on May 31, 1945.

The B-17, on its first mission, took off from Ridgewell and was hit by flak as it approached Berlin.  The No. 1 fuel tank was on fire and the aircraft was reported as having been seen with its bomb bays open and the No. 3 engine feathered.  The belly gunner confirmed this, adding that the No. 4 engine had lost pressure and that the B-17 had lost contact with the rest of the formation.  The MACR reported it as last seen south of Berlin, turning back to return to base.  According to Sgt. Kinney, belly gunner, the aircraft was then attacked by three German fighters, one of which was shot down by a gunner on board the B-17, one of the other two giving it the coup de grâce.

Lt.  Pirtle’s Crew

Standing, left to right:
George W. Cassody, mechanic; James W. Warren, right gunner; James C. Estep Jr., left gunner; Robert W. Burrows, radio operator; William L. Bull, rear gunner; William C. Kinney, belly gunner.

Front, left to right:
pilot Thomas A.  Pirtle; his regular co-pilot (name unknown, who was not aboard 42-38029 on the mission and had been replaced by Paul Schlintz); Milton W. Stern, navigator; and Harry F. Cooper, bombardier.

Positions and names determined by James Warren in December 2016.

The Fortress losing too much altitude, the pilot, 2nd Lt Thomas A.  Pirtle, gave the order to evacuate it as it approached Deventer in the Netherlands.  Pilot Pirtle broke his leg landing in a field and was immediately taken prisoner.  His co-pilot 2nd Lt Paul H. Schlintz, managed to escape, helped by Dutch and Belgian Resistance fighters, but was denounced and arrested on June 16 in Antwerp, where he was interned in the Begijnenstraat Prison before being sent to a camp in Germany.  Bombardier 2nd Lt Harry F. Cooper and ventral gunner Sgt William C. Kinney, having landed near Laren, about 15 km southeast of the crash site, were the only ones to succeed in their escape.  Cooper was released in early September in Liège and returned to England on 15 September 1944 (Escape Report E&E 2110).  Kinney, who had also gone to Belgium, remained hidden in the Neeroeteren region of Belgian Limburg and was released on 22 September by troops of the 4th Canadian Armoured Brigade (returned to England on 24 September 1944 – E&E 2272).

All jumped from an altitude of less than 300 meters.  In addition to Milton Stern, James Warren, Robert Burrows, George Cassody, James Estep and William Bull initially managed to escape before being arrested.

Milton Stern lands in a tree and is quickly surrounded by a crowd of civilians.  He is advised not to stay there, as German soldiers are probably looking for him.  The civilians take care to hide his parachute and Stern first heads towards the column of smoke which he believes indicates the place where his plane crashed.  Changing his mind, he prefers to move away from it and goes to hide in a nearby ditch.

Shortly afterwards, a young Dutchman named JANSEN helped him hide in a haystack in the middle of a field.  The young man returned around 9:00 p.m. with bread, coffee and golf trousers.  In his haste, he forgot to give Stern the coat that was meant for him, which remained in the second pannier of the bike.  JANSEN told him that he had to stay hidden there for a few days while the Germans continued to look for him.

The next morning (March 9), after a very cold night, Stern starts walking along a watercourse (presumably the Overijssels-Kanaal), towards Belgium.  In the evening, he approaches a farm where he is given something to eat.  The farmer’s son sets off on his bike and brings back another young man, Don, who speaks very good English.  After questioning Stern for a few minutes, Don picks him up on his bike and takes him to Deventer, where he is installed in the room that Don was renting there.  Don goes to see another contact and returns around 23:00, informing Stern that he should stay hidden there for a few days, adding, however, that the landlady of the place was afraid of the consequences.

So it was that the next day at dawn (March 10), Stern accompanied Don back to the farm.  He was given blankets and took shelter in the barn.  The farmer’s 13-year-old daughter brought him breakfast and a basin of hot water to soak his feet in.  He remained in his shelter until the morning of Saturday, March 11.

Don reappears, Stern is given the farmer’s son’s bicycle and they ride together towards Deventer.  They arrive at a house where Stern meets three other Americans: S/Sgt. Maurice Hargrove, Walter Kendall and John Zolner.

A new guide, “Pierre”, gives them railway tickets and the airmen head towards the station, each following the other at a certain distance.  On the train, they split into groups of two, and into different compartments.  They had been advised to play deaf and mute in case of questioning.  They get off at Echt station, near the Belgian border, where they meet men who take them home.

At 8:00 p.m., after eating, shaving and washing, they set off for Maastricht in a car that also included two Frenchmen who had escaped from a prison camp.  In Maastricht, under a full moon and with German sentries patrolling the border area, they crossed the Meuse in a small boat.  In his RAMP report, Stern only states that he made the crossing on March 11 in the company of a Dutch policeman living in Echt, with whom he had stayed…

On the other side, in Belgium, a farmer, André, is waiting for them to walk them to his farm.  The journey takes them about two hours.  They stay on this farm for six days, hidden during the day in a barn, at night in a room in the main building.

On the fifth day, around March 16, another guide, Jules, arrived with five of Stern’s teammates: Burrows, Bull, Cassody, Estep and Warren.  The airmen were informed that they were to be evacuated, two at a time, by small plane.  It was decided that Stern and Burrows, who had sprained his ankle while landing, would leave first, so that Burrows could be treated quickly.  The group was taken that night to a manor that belonged to a French nobleman, an airman during the 14-18 war.  [This was “La Clairière” in Rekem-Lanaken, owned at the time by Stéphane de Bissy and Germaine Moreau de Bellaing] They slept in a small wood at the back in a shelter built underground and hidden by branches.  There they met two Yugoslavs who had also escaped from a camp: Stretsko Pajantitch, a pilot officer, and Voja Jovanovitch, a bombardier/mechanic.

The next day, Saturday 18 March, “they” (we assume that this is just Stern and Burrows, as reports and accounts often use “we” without further details…) are taken to Hasselt by tram by the daughter of the owner of the manor, Monique de BISSY, 21, who takes them to 17 Thonissenlaan to the home of Florent BIERNAUX and his wife Olympe, née DOBY.  This is where they can take their first hot bath.  They are served a real meal and given Belgian identity cards.

On Monday 20 March at 5:00 in the morning, “they” (Stern and Burrows alone) were driven to the station by Mrs. BIERNAUX, who accompanied them to Liège where a man and a woman were to meet them.  As this couple did not show up, Mrs. BIERNAUX made a few phone calls before leading the group to a café.  The couple finally arrived an hour later and Mrs. BIERNAUX said goodbye to them.  The group, led by their new guides, walked for two hours through the streets of Liège, trying to avoid German patrols.  They even had to hide for 45 minutes in a church to escape soldiers who were apparently following them.  They finally arrived at a large house, which turned out to be the headquarters of the local resistance.  It was there that they were separated from the two Yugoslavs whom they would never see again.  They were introduced to “Joseph”, the head of the network, and Stern and Burrows were taken to another house where they had supper.  This “Joseph”, Stern does not specify, is in fact Joseph DRION from Liège, head of the DRION Group which organizes the accommodation and travel of escaped airmen in the Liège region.

Later that evening, the daughter of the house, Flora, drives Stern and Burrows to another house across town.  They are the guests of an elderly couple who will put them up for “about two weeks.”

One evening, Flora came to tell them that they could be evacuated to Switzerland in the following days.  In the meantime, she took them to Grâce-Berleur, where they were housed by two ladies, both aged 75, one widowed, the other single, who looked after them “very carefully”.  The plan to have them go to Switzerland fell through, as one of the two planned guides was tired from his previous expedition, the other was ill.  [The activity report of the Joseph DRION Group, from Liège, also mentions that Stern and Burrows were handed over by Miss Monique de BISSY to Léon CHRISTIAENS, 58 Rue du Hoyoux in Herstal-Liège.]

They then stayed with another family in Grâce-Berleur.  Stern believes he remembers that the father made and sold ice cream and that he had two daughters, Jeanine, about 15 years old and Victorine, 19 years old.  Stern’s RAMP report specifies that these were the VAN LESSENs in Grâce-Berleur, with whom he stayed for 3 weeks in April 1944… [The list of Belgian Helpers includes Georges VAN LESSEN and Marie MATRICHE at 13 Rue de l’Hôtel Communal, which is in fact on the territory of Grâce-Hollogne, very close to Grâce-Berleur.]  He does not mention Burrows in this part of his report, but his teammate also stayed there, for 2 weeks.

On April 20, Stern and Burrows were taken back to Liège itself, where they stayed in a large abandoned building, which appeared to them to have been an inn or a hotel: there were 25 to 30 rooms, on three or four floors.  The concierge, “small and charming”, served them good meals, which they ate in the company of a lieutenant in the Belgian Army, living in Namur, who was also hiding from the Germans.  One day, during a roundup, the three escapees had to hide in an attic where they heard the little lady joking with the German soldiers in order to divert their attention.  During their stay, Liège suffered its first bombing (on May 1), the target being the railway installations.  Having seen the approach of the B-24s from the top of their room on the top floor, they ran down the stairs to take refuge in the cellar.  Several other bombings on the city during this month of May delay the continuation of their trip and Stern, unable to bear it any longer, asks to meet “Joseph” (DRION) at his headquarters.  It is there that Stern and Burrows see their other teammates again as well as two other American airmen: 2nd Lt. George G. Wedd Jr. and Sgt. Floyd A. Franchini, respectively co-pilot and gunner on board the B-17 42-39801 (94th Bomb Group / 332nd Bomb Squadron) shot down on March 4, 1944.  [B-17G, “XM * B”, “Double Trouble II” / “NORTHERN QUEEN”, Pilot 2 Lt. Julius O. Blake, 10 crew members, 9 survivors; MACR 2978, Lufgaukommando Report KU 1063]  They will also be arrested in Liège on May 27.

It was decided that Wedd, Franchini, Burrows and Stern would leave by train for Switzerland early the next morning.  Unfortunately, a new bombing raid in the evening and the destruction of railway lines and bridges made this journey impossible.  A landing on the Channel coast seemed imminent, so they resigned themselves and decided to wait for their release.  In his RAMP report, Stern mentions that during April and May 1944, it was “Mr. MONNICE”, from Liège, who served as his guide in his movements from hiding place to hiding place.  [The list of Belgian Helpers includes Maurice MONISSE at 24 Rue des Airs in Liège.]

On May 11, a man, Joseph “Gophard” (Stern’s RAMP report mentions Joseph Goffard), led Stern and Burrows to another hiding place, at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Jean and Virginie TITS and their two children, Dorine, 16, and Joseph, 17 or 18.  Their house, at 38 Rue des Anglais, surrounded by a psychiatric institution, a hospital, and a long wall, was located on the same hill as the Citadel of Liège.  Out of sight, Stern and Burrows were able to enjoy the large garden with the children.

Around May 20, the two airmen were warned of the arrival of a German patrol searching the houses in the neighborhood.  Frans CAUBERGH, who worked at the neighboring asylum, brought them to his workplace and ordered them to act crazy like the other residents.  They acted very well because the patrol noticed nothing and left the establishment after its search.

On the morning of Saturday 27 May 1944, Stern was awakened at the TITS by noises on the floor below and heard footsteps running in the stairwell.  German soldiers burst into his room and he was arrested.  Amid shouts of “Jew!  Jew!  Jew!”, he was hit on the head and face and collapsed.  Afterwards, he was allowed to get dressed and was pushed down the stairs to find Burrows on the ground floor where he was chained with him to a radiator.  The Gestapo also arrested Mrs. TITS and her two children, Jean TITS, her husband, having managed to escape by jumping over a wall.  (Stern would visit him in Liège in May 1945 after his release).  Burrows’ RAMP report mentions that these arrests were due to a denunciation by a person whose name he has forgotten [it must be Antoine Everts, from Montegnée-lez-Liège, Belgian traitor and agent of the GFP – Geheime Feld Polizei] and who had brought the Gestapo to this address].  Milton Stern’s RAMP report, however, indicates that it was Joseph Goffard, mentioned above, who arrived at the TITS with the Gestapo 2 weeks after his arrival at their place; that this Goffard was very well treated in the Liège Prison where he was with him and that this man received additional food rations and was not beaten like others in the members of the DRION Group also interned there.  Stern indicates that Joseph DRION, head of the organization, was arrested at the same time as him.  This does not mean at the same place.  The activity report of the DRION Group mentions the arrest on the same day of Jean and Virginie TITS.

Driven by truck to a Gestapo headquarters in Liège, Stern and Burrows met other airmen there: Bull, Cassody, Estep and Warren from their crew, as well as Wedd and Franchini mentioned above.  Also there were two American airmen they had not yet met: Captain Gerald D. Binks (Command Pilot of B-17 42-30280 shot down on February 21, 1944) and Lt. Everett G. Ehrman (pilot of B-24 42-52175 shot down on March 8, 1944).  Denounced by a double agent, “Joseph” (Joseph DRION) and about fifty men and women from his network were also there.  The traitor had told the Germans that Stern was Jewish and he was not spared by his torturers: unlike his fellow prisoners, Stern was not allowed to sit on a bench, but was chained for twelve hours to a radiator in the waiting room of the building, beaten from time to time on the head and shoulders and made to endure verbal attacks related to his status as a “Jew”.

The airmen were taken to the Saint Léonard prison, where Bull, Cassody, Estep, Wedd and Stern found themselves in the same cell.  On Tuesday 30 May, they were separated and each of them was placed in a cell with 3 or 4 Belgian patriots.  Confined in this small space, sleeping on the floor, generally poorly fed, except once a week when the meal prepared by the “Winter Rescue” arrived.  The Germans could no longer stand the insults of one of the prisoners in the cell, the resistance fighter Roger VAN EVERCOREN, about 25 years old, so they took him away one day for interrogation.  When they brought him back, he was unconscious after having been whipped and beaten and could not move or speak for two days.

Around 3:00 a.m. on June 6, Stern and nine other Americans and 200 to 300 Belgians were transferred by truck from the Saint Leonard prison to the Citadel of Liège, the place where the Germans usually executed resistance fighters.  Fortunately, they were not shot, but simply separated from each other.  Stern was put in solitary confinement in the cellars where he remained for 30 days, living only on bread and water, sleeping on the stone floor of his cell, questioned several times to find out how and by whom he had been brought from Holten to Liège.

On July 15, 1944, the day of his 21st birthday, fourteen Belgian patriots, including a priest, Father André, were shot in the courtyard of the Citadel.  Stern was brought to this courtyard and threatened with the same fate if he did not reveal the identity of his helpers.  He said nothing and five days later (July 20) he and his fellow airmen were informed that they were going to be transferred to a prisoner of war camp in Germany.

On July 21 they passed through the Luftwaffe headquarters in Brussels where they stayed for a few days before beginning their journey to the Luftwaffe interrogation center in Oberursel near Frankfurt.

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Here’s an image of a fragment of Milton’s POW Personalkarte, the image at one time available via the Library of Congress Veteran’s Project.

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Stern was then interned at Stalag Luft 1 in Barth, where he arrived on July 29, 1944.

On January 18, 1945, Stern and other Jewish airmen were transferred from the camp’s North 2 Compound to the “Jewish Barracks” (Block 111, Room 16) in Section North 1.  Stalag Luft 1 was liberated by Russian troops on May 1, 1945, and, like the other American prisoners, Stern was flown first to France, then to England, and finally returned by ship to the United States.

Curiously, he is mentioned on an EVA list in February 44…

Soldiers from New York: Jewish Soldiers in The New York Times, in World War Two: March 8, 1944 (In the Air…) – Navigating Survival: 2 Lt. Milton W. Stern

Numerous posts at this blog pertain to or directly focus on the topic of Jewish prisoners of war.  Perhaps this is an inevitability, given that a focus of this blog has (thus far…) been on events in the European and Mediterranean Theatres during the Second World War, in the context of the war against the Third Reich. 

In this regard, here are some prior posts that focus directly or (in)directly pertain to the experiences of Jewish servicemen in German captivity.  Many other names could be added from the European and Pacific (particularly the Pacific) theaters of war, but this will suffice for now.  The abbreviation “zt”l” following the names of some of these servicemen is an abbreviation representing the Hebrew phrase “zekher tzadik livrakhah” (זכר צדיק לברכה), which can be translated as “May the memory of this righteous one be a blessing”.  The abbreviation is used – for the purpose of this post – to symbolically denote that the so-designated airman or soldier did not survive capture or captivity.  But could have.

Europe
United States Army Air Force

Cpl. Jack Bartman – ז״ל

F/O Mayo Israel Larkin

1 Lt. Leonard Winograd

United States Army (ground forces)

S/Sgt. Walter Bonne

2 Lt. Norman Fruman

Jewish Brigade (from the Yishuv – pre-1948 Israel)

Private Y.M. El-Jo’an

Private Asher / Uszer Goldring – ז״ל

Pacific
United States Army Air Force

2 Lt. Wallace Franklin Kaufman ז״ל

1 Lt. Henry Irving Wood, and, 2 Lt. Joseph Finkenstein ז״ל

2 Lt. Milton Zack

First World War
Australian Imperial Forces

Pvt. Henry Lamert Thomas, 2466 (parts one and two)

As discussed and explained by Johanna Jacques in her 2021 article in Social & Legal Studies (and as verified by my investigation of various archival records (MACRs, Luftgaukommando Reports, United States War Department lists of MIAs and returned POWs, Casualty Lists in the American and British news media, and many more sources…) the majority – not all – but the majority of the 60,000-odd Jewish servicemen of the Western WW II Allies taken captive by the Axis in Europe – from the armed forces of the United States, the British Commonwealth, France, and Greece – did live to see the war’s end, and, a return to civilian life.  For example, see Yorai Linenberg’s article “German Captors, Jewish POWs: Segregation of American and British Jewish POWs in German Captivity in the Second World War” at Holocaust and Genocide Studies and his video “Jewish soldiers, Nazi captors – what was it like to be a Jewish POW in a Nazi camp?“, the Sydney Jewish Museum, “Pride and Peril: Jewish American POWs in Europe” at the National WW 2 Museum.      

This was entirely unlike the fate of Jewish members of the Soviet and Polish armed forces who fell into Axis captivity, the great majority of whom – perhaps 85% for Soviet Jewish soldiers – did not survive the war.  In that regard, the horrific circumstances of the captivity and fate of all Soviet POWs – in general – is described in TIK’s video of July 29, 2019 (which, substantive, detailed and referenced like all TIK’s videos, addresses the subject of Soviet Jewish POWs), and also at the Bundesarchiv, Yad Vashem, Wikipedia, and United States Holocaust Memorial Museum

Of course, the above “just scratches the surface” of these topics… 

But for now, back to the “West”, and March 8, 1944:  “This” post directly pertains to Mr. Linenberg’s journal article and video, for it relates the story of Milton Wallace Stern, a member of the United States Army Air Force imprisoned at Stalag Luft 1 at Barth, Germany.  He was one of about 300 Jewish airmen imprisoned at that POW camp; there were about 350 Jewish POWs at Stalag Luft III (Sagan).  As such, this post addresses the events surrounding the segregation of Jewish POWs at Barth in January of 1945.

And, much more…

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Second Lieutenant Milton Wallace Stern (0-814431), born in Buffalo, N.Y. on July 15, 1923, was the son of Max and Natalie (Schainack / Sheynak) Stern, his family residing at 450 Clifford Avenue in the nearby city of Rochester.  At the time, he was engaged to the woman who’d become his future wife: Marjorie P. Laffer, of 11 Loomis Street, also in Rochester.  His “Missing in Action” status was reported in a Casualty List released on April 29, 1944, he was reported as a POW in a news release on October 21, and his name appeared in a list of liberated POWs published on June 11, 1945.  Accordingly, news items carrying his name appeared in the Rochester Daily Record on 7/13/45, and, Rochester Times-Union on 4/1/44, 8/17/44, 8/21/44, and 5/24/45, and Rochester Daily Record on July 13, 1945.  Otherwise, his name can be found on page 455 of American Jews in World War II, which indicates that he received the Air Medal (albeit the March eighth mission was his third and not fifth sortie) and Purple Heart.

Milton served as a navigator in the crew of 2 Lt. Thomas A. Pirtle, the crew having been assigned to the 532nd Bomb Squadron of the 381st Bomb Group, 8th Air Force.  As explained in greater detail below, the entire crew parachuted from their plane – damaged by German fighters – while en-route back to England.  Nine of the ten attempted to evade capture (Lt. Pirtle was unable to do so due to a broken leg), but, all were eventually apprehended (Milton on May 27) except for the bombardier and ball turret gunner, who both evaded capture.  Milton was eventually imprisoned in North Compound 2 of Stalag Luft 1 (at Barth, Germany), and like the other seven POWs and two evadees in his crew, survived the war, to return to the United States in 1945.  

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Philippe Connart, Michel Dricot, Edouard Renière, and Victor Schutters of The Comet Network have written a detailed account of Milton’s temporary evasion from German capture, last updated on June 24, 2022.  I’ve translated the French text to English, which you can read here.

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Following below are an account of Milton’s shoot-down and capture; transcripts of documents and articles that he either shared with me, or, which had been uploaded and at one time accessible (…alas, it seems no longer…) to the Library of Congress Veteran’s History Project; and, excerpts from my interview with Milton.  

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To begin with, here’s the insignia of the 8th Air Force…

…while this is an image of the insignia of the 381st Bomb Group, via PopularPatches.com

…and this is an image of the insignia of the 532nd Bomb Squadron, from USWarsPatches.com.

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Milton Stern’s wartime portrait.

Here’s a composite image of Rochester Times-Union news articles published on (left to right) April 1, August 17, and May 24, 1944.  Note that the latter two articles include Lt. Stern’s portrait, as seen above.

On October 21, 1993, I visited and interviewed Mr. Stern at his home in northern New Jersey, a transcript of part of our lengthy conversation comprising much of the latter portion of this (typically for me) very lengthy post.  This image was scanned from a 35mm Kodachrome slide.  (Remember Kodachrome?)

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Shot down over The Netherlands…

Eyewitness account of loss of B-17G 42-38029, from Missing Air Crew Report 3002…

532ND BOMBARDMENT SQUADRON (H)
381ST BOMBARDMENT GROUP (H)

10 March 1944

SUBJECT: Missing Airplane on Combat Mission
TO: Whom It May Concern

At 1400 Lt. Pirtle started dropping behind.  He had #3 engine feathered and it looked like his bomb bay doors were open.  At 1410 he was about ½ mile behind the formation.  He then turned around and headed for home.  When I last saw him, he was heading west with four P-51s above him.

Mark Schneider, 0-673738
1st Lt., Air Corps.

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Milton’s recollection of his last mission, from his 1993 interview…

If you want to hear a little about the mission…  The first part of it was the same as all the other missions.  You get up there, and you start in formation.  We were flying with contrails, first of all.  I think probably around 22; 23,000 feet.  I don’t remember.  We were coming to the IP…Initial Point, where you turn towards the target…
Incidentally, there another thing:  To go from the Initial Point, on to the bomb-run, and the bombardier takes over the plane, and the plane stays straight and level with no evasive action, again, the bravest thing that anybody could possibly do.  Especially with those contrails.  Because, all they had to do was sight on the contrails, and then they had you.
At any rate, we lost an engine to flak.  And, we were up near the front of the formation.  Of the entire formation, I guess.  I think we were flying composite with the 91st that day.  At any rate, we lost an engine, and with three engines…you’re in a deep penetration…if you increase the what we called “inches of mercury”, I know that you used more fuel with three engines, than you do with four.  In order to keep up the speed.  And fly formation and all that stuff.
So, we kept dropping back from one group to another, because you didn’t want to be alone.  We kept dropping back from one group to another, and finally there wasn’t anybody to drop back to.  We were alone in the sky; all alone up there at twenty-odd-thousand feet.

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Was this before you had dropped your bombs?
Yeah.  And, I don’t know how he made the decision, but the pilot decided that we would dive for the tree-tops, to avoid radar, and head back on our own.  Which wasn’t a bad idea.  We did that.  We dove.  The next thing you knew, we were flying at tree-top level.
Was it a steep dive?
Oh yeah.  Oh yeah.  As steep as you could in a B-17, without tearing off the wings.
And, during the trip down I computed a course for home.  And we started back across Germany, at tree-top level.  Now, the bombardier’s up there with the chin turret, and I’m on the sides with guns.  The top gunner’s there, and the ball turret gunner’s there, and the other guys, and you get a lot of targets of opportunity.  We went down, remember, to avoid radar.  To avoid detection.  So, like stupid asses, we starting shooting up everything in sight.  We shot up locomotives, we shot up an airfield, we dropped our bombs on a factory!  We were having a great old time.  We really enjoyed ourselves!  At ground level!
Did you shoot the gun yourself?
Oh yeah!  To hell with the books!  So we were shooting it up, but it was stupid!
Because you attracted attention?
Attracted?  I’ll say we attracted attention!
We finally had made our way over to Holland, and I had just got on the intercom, and I reported to the rest of the crew, “Hey fellows!  We’re in Holland.  We’ll soon be over the North Sea and on our way home!”
“Hooray!”
No sooner…  Cheers had hardly stopped; we were attacked by three Messerschmitts.  They followed us.  One made a pass…came in from the rear, and we’re still down at ground level…  He came in from the rear, and the tail gunner got a shot at him.  He pulled up, and the top turret gunner got a shot at him, and the radio gunner got a shot at him.  And, he came up in front, and even the bombardier, I think, got a shot at him, and he just blew up.
The other two sat out there, and they were shooting twenty millimeter cannon shells at us.  One blew off the nose; the whole plexiglass nose was gone.
Was the bombardier hurt?
No.
And, the right wing was burning.  I didn’t know it; we didn’t know it, because the flames are going back.  We’re up ahead of that.  But then we get the call from the pilot, “Prepare to abandon ship!”  But we’re at tree-top level.
So, he pulled up…he said, “I’m going to climb.”  He climbed to about 500 feet, and then he rang the bell.  And, there’s a nose hatch, and I pulled that open.  Remember, I’m twenty years old, and I’m thinking about my poor sick mother at home, whom I had never had a letter from, by the way.  Never got a letter from the time I left in January.  It hadn’t caught up with me.  And, from nobody.  From my girlfriend or anybody.  And, I thought, “Gee, it’s going to be a long time before they hear what the hell happened…”  That was what was going through my mind.  And I’m sitting there, and I’m debating.  You know, I let myself down.  Instead of rolling out of the hatch, I let myself down.  I was holding on by my fingers, here.  And my body was going “this way” (horizontally with the wind), and the bombardier wanted to get out!  The plane was on fire!  He’s stamping on my fingers, “Get out you bastard, get out!  Let go!”
So I did.
I must say this, though.  The day before we got shot down, we had guy who came around the base, who was shot down in France.  At 20,000 feet he bailed out, and did a delayed fall.  And he told us all…  He stressed, “Delay opening of your chute!”  Well he didn’t mean from 500 feet!  So, in the adrenaline packed body, I’m floating out there in free space, and I see the next man out and the chute open up.  I said, “Holy shit!”  I pulled my ripcord…a little bit farblunget(Farblunget or farblondjet (פארבלאנדזשעט) is a Yiddish adjective that aptly describes the state of aimless wandering, or being hopelessly lost and unsure where to turn next.)  I pulled the ripcord, and I remember seeing the little chute open up; the little pilot chute.

When you were shot down, what kind of thoughts were going through your head?  Were you thinking in detail about bailing out, or was it mostly automatic?
Well, we knew it was time to bail out.  The plane was burning.  We were in the nose.  We had to bail out.  It was just that moment of indecision, when, “Should I let go, or shouldn’t I let go?!”  And I told this story…  Like I say, I can laugh at myself.  Always thinking how the bombardier stood over me, and I never got hold of him again.  He was tramping on my fingers, telling me to get the hell out.  So he could get out!  I don’t blame him.
But…  That’s why they send young people to war.  …who wants to do that now?  Even a little older than we were; I mean, than I was then, would have made it more difficult.  You had to be young, and…
Gung-ho?
…gung-ho, and brainwashable.  But I’ll tell you.  I have letters in there that I wrote to my wife…my girlfriend at the time…in which…while I was in Cadets…and I said, “My fondest wish…my greatest desire, of all time, was to be in the first wave of airplanes to go over Berlin.”

And I hit a tree.  I don’t think I was in the air more than ten seconds!  It was like the flash of an eye.  I caught on a tree.  It was March of ’44, and it was cold, and the tree was brittle, and the branches kept breaking, and I dropped to the ground.
So you didn’t get snagged in the tree?
I didn’t get snagged.  I hit the tree pretty hard.  I remember hitting it with my back, pretty hard.  But I landed on the ground, and there’s a bunch of Dutch people around me.  And they said, “Go!  Quick, go!  The Germans are coming.”
So I started off across the field.  I left my chute there.  I started off across the field, and I jumped into a ditch.  I happened to look back, and I saw the big, black smoke coming from where the plane crashed.

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According to the verliesregister (loss register) at Studiegroep Luchtoorlog 1939-1945, 42-38029 (a.k.a. “VE * M”) “crashed near the Oude Molen (Old Mill), Deventer to Holten Road, near Lettele, OverIjssel Province.”

Scanned at NARA in College Park in August of 2009, this image, from Luftgaukommando Report KU 1170, shows the crash site of “VE * M”.  The location is consistent with the location as given at Studiegroep Luchtoorlog 1939-1945, and actually, probably the source of that data.  As can clearly be seen, the aircraft completely disintegrated on impact and left a substantial crater in the Dutch earth.  This is the only photograph in KU 1170, probably because there wasn’t much left of 42-38029 to begin with.  

Contemporary (2024) Oogle satellite images show that the area is still largely agricultural, so perhaps some pieces of the plane still remain, albeit a few feet below the surface, awaiting discovery by someone with a metal detector, persistence, and patience.  

This Oogle map shows the general location of the crash site:  About halfway between Appeldoorn and Enschede, near Highway A1…

…while this much smaller scale map zooms in on Oude Molen, the crash probably having occurred somewhere within the red oval. 

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Here’s an image of the Pirtle crew, with the names of the crewmen listed below.  As noted in the caption, only two men succeeded in evading capture:  Ball turret gunner William Kinney and bombardier Harry Cooper.

Rear, left to right

Flight Engineer: S/Sgt. George W. Cassody – 18192553 – Evaded, then POW (Arrested Belgium 5/27/44)
Gunner (Right Waist): S/Sgt. James W. Warren – 14163587 – Evaded, then POW (Arrested Belgium 5/27/44)
Gunner (Left Waist): Sgt. James C. Estep, Jr. – 35622610 – Evaded, then POW (Arrested Belgium 5/27/44) {2/29/24-2011)
Radio Operator: S/Sgt. Robert W. Burrows – 36732722 – Evaded, then POW (Arrested Belgium 5/27/44)
Gunner (Tail): Sgt. William L. Bull – 32747053 – Evaded, then POW (Arrested Belgium 5/27/44) (9/25/22-3/28/88)
Gunner (Ball Turret): Sgt. William C. Kinney – 39375359 – Successfully Evaded (Liberated in Limburg, in the Neeroeteren region of Belgium; Escape & Evasion Report 2272)

Front, left to right

Pilot: 2 Lt. Thomas Alexander Pirtle 0-805976 – POW (9/10/16-3/22/02)
Co-Pilot: Lt. John Allenberg (Not on March 8th mission)
(Not in Photo: Co-Pilot – 2 Lt. Paul H. Schlintz 0-813070 – Evaded, then POW (Arrested Belgium 6/16/44))
Navigator: 2 Lt. Milton W. Stern – 0-814431 – Evaded, then POW (Arrested Belgium 5/27/44)
Bombardier: 2 Lt. Harry F. Cooper – 0-754890 – Successfully Evaded (Liberated in Liege; Escape & Evasion Report 2110)

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Newspaper Article from 1991…

Published in Hi Mach in October of 1991, this article, by Kristi Hacker (SSI Public Affairs) covers the history and experiences of the Pirtle crew, primarily through the memories of left waist gunner James C. Estep, Jr., right waist gunner James W. Warren, and, Milton.  The article was provided to me by Milton.

Two errors: First, VE * M was shot down on March 8 and not July 25.  Second, there is absolutely no evidence that tens of thousands of American POWs were liberated from German captivity by the Red Army and then taken to the Soviet Union, to disappear without trace the Gulag.  It is not praising Stalin or Communism to assert that this simply never happened.  On the other hand, that at least some – a few – American airmen who were lost during Cold War (the first Cold War?!) reconnaissance and surveillance missions did disappear into the Gulag is certainly possible.   

On to the article…

The Days of the 381st…

AEDC recently hosted a tour for a group of POWs from World War II history.  Five members of the 381st Squadron of RAF Ridgewell in England were reunited for the first time since July 25, 1944 – the day their B-17 Bomber was shot down over Holten, Holland.  The group stayed with James and Mary Alice Warren of TuIIahoma.  Warren, an Army Air Force Staff Sergeant during the war, and a former AEDC [Arkansas Economic Development Commission?] employee, brought the group for a tour of the Center.  While touring, they shared stories of their WWII experiences.

On their third and final mission together, the crew was in route to bomb the Erkner ball-bearing Plant in Berlin.  Their plane began experiencing trouble with one engine.  About 30 minutes from their target, the second engine was knocked out by flak.  “With our bomb load, we couldn’t keep up with the formation, so we ‘hit-the-deck’ – we flew at treetop level because the enemy’s heavy guns couldn’t reach us there,” said Warren.  “But we flew right over a German airfield, so it wasn’t long before they were in the air with us.”

There were three German fighters, Messerschmitt Me-109s, tailing the B-17 crew.  The crew shot down one enemy plane, but the firepower from the other two Me-109s overcame the B-17.  Their plane went down beginning an experience the group has never forgotten.

One of the pilots, Thomas Pirtle of Nashville, Tenn., suffered a broken leg in the crash and was taken to a German hospital.  With help from the Dutch Underground, two crew members remained free in Holland until the end of the war.  The remainder of the crew evaded capture for three months.

The crew stayed with different families throughout Holland, moving at night with help from the Underground.  Posing as dates of the crew, females in the Underground guided the men, on bicycles, about 10 miles each night to a different house.  The Germans, however, had established a reward system which ended their journey to freedom.  The Germans agreed to pay 25,000 francs and release a family member from a concentration camp for turning in an Allied flyer.  The remaining crew members were turned over to the Gestapo in Liege, Belgium.

According to Warren, they were held in a civilian prison in Liege for one to two months.  “We were interrogated for several days by the Gestapo.  They scared us to death, but they never harmed us,” said Warren.  “We were there until the Allies invaded Normandy on June 6, 1944.”

The officers and enlisted members were then split up and taken to Dulag Luft, the German transition and interrogation center where captured British and American airmen were taken before being assigned to permanent camps.  There they encountered a greater level of interrogation.

“They knew more about us than we knew,” said Warren.  “They knew the mission we were on, the number on the airplane and all kinds of information about the crew.  All they wanted was for me to sign a piece of paper verifying this information.  Of course, I couldn’t do that.  I could only give them my name, rank and serial number.  And that’s when they scared me.  Because I was in civilian clothes, they accused me of being a spy.  That really shakes you up.  I showed them my dog tags, but they continued to interrogate us three of four more times.  They finally sent us on to the prison camps.”

Warren and James Estep were taken to Stalag Luft 4 in Prussia.  The navigator, Milton Stern, was taken to Stalag Luft 1, the permanent officer’s camp.  Pilot Thomas Pirtle was taken to Stalag Luft 3, after his release from the German hospital.  The crew, except for Warren and Estep, remained in those camps until the end of the war when their camps were liberated.

Warren recalls his experience at Stalag Luft 4.  “We arrived the day after an air raid on the camp had killed a commandant’s family.  When we got off the train, there were guards with dogs and fixed bayonets as far as you could see.  They told us it was five miles to the camp and we had to run the entire way.  We were really weak by this point.  We had ridden in cattle cars for days.

“After we started running, one of the guards jumped in front of us with his bayonet causing us to fall all over each other.  And when we fell, the guards stuck us with those bayonets until we bled.

“We found out later it wasn’t more than a half-mile to the camp.  They lied to us so we would get rid of the Red Cross bags we had been given, which contained soap, a towel, razor and so on.  We knew we couldn’t run five miles carrying a suitcase, so we left them on the side of the road.  The civilians were running off with them as fast as they could pick them up.”

According to Warren, food was scarce.  “They gave you enough to keep you alive, but you were hungry all of the time.”  Aside from the barley cereal the men were given about once a week, two men shared a Red Cross parcel, containing butter, crackers, raisins, cigarettes, coffee and canned beef.  “The guards made us eat the meat as soon as the cans were opened,” Warren continued.  “We had to line them up when we were finished for the guards to count.  They wanted to make sure we couldn’t save food for escape purposes.”

Warren and Estep remained at Stalag Luft 4 until February 1945.  They were told they were being transferred to another prison.  Hot meals were promised to the men after a three to four day journey.  But they never found those hot meals, nor did they see another camp.  Instead, they walked nearly 800 miles until the war’s end in May.

Warren recalls, “The young troops were fighting on the front lines, so elderly men, who were more concerned with being at home with their families, were in charge of us.  They told us we could escape at any time and they would not shoot at us or anything.  But they warned us that the area was saturated with SS troops and we all knew they took no prisoners; they just killed people.  It was safer in numbers, so we chose to stay for that reason.”

But freedom soon prevailed when the British surrounded the area.  They used any transportation possible – wagons, horses, etc. – to make the 40-mile trek to the Elbe River, where they crossed to Western territory.  “It was over, “ said Warren.  “All that mattered then was just to get home.”

From Brussels, Belgium, the troops were divided according to the part of the nation they were from and flown home.  The Air Force flew them out to prevent the men from being sent to Russia.  According to Milton Stern, a crew member from New Jersey, “About 20,000-25,000 American POWs who were liberated and taken to Russia were never heard from again.”

The crew’s first reunion since the war will probably be their last.  The group spent several days laughing and reminiscing about their days with the 381st Squadron [sic], but have not planned another reunion.  As the days of the war helped write the pages of history, so too have the memories of these former POWs.

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Milton’s PTSD Claim…

Originally accessible via the Library of Congress, here’s Milton’s decades-delayed Disability Claim for PTSD.    

I believe my disability rating for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder should be raised from the 10% I am now receiving, and I further believe I should be given a rating for arthritis.  If you will please bear with me I will attempt to show why.

I was a navigator on a B-17 with the 381st Bomb Group on March 8, 1944.  The mission was Berlin.  “Big B”!  We had also gone to Berlin on March 3rd and March 6th.  These were the first, second, and third daylight raids on Berlin.  The flak was very heavy all the way in!  Enemy fighters were out in full force.  We were hit by flak before we got to the I.P. and we had to feather one engine.  With three engines we could not keep up with the group.  We kept dropping back from one group to another, until we were all alone, a sitting duck for enemy fighters!  At this point the pilot decided to dive to the deck (tree-top leve) to avoid radar, and we did, successfully almost to the North Sea.  Then we were attacked by two Me-109s.  One was destroyed on his first pass.  The other managed to blow off our plexiglass nose (where I was stationed) and set our right wing and another engine on fire!  We were about 50 to 100 feet from the ground at this point.  The pilot gave the order to abandon ship and started to climb so we could bail out.  Our altitude was between 100-1000 feet when we jumped.  I only remember the pilot-chute opening and a sudden shock, and intense pain.  I had hit a tree!  I felt excruciating pain in my back from my waist up, so much so that I guess I momentarily blacked out.  The branches kept snapping as I came down, so I must have hit very hard.  That collision with the tree was probably the beginning of the arthritis I now have in my lower back, which limits my activities to the extent that when I bend over a table doing something for a few minutes I cannot straighten up without pushing on the table!  Also if I get into a squatting position to do something.  I cannot get up without pulling myself up on something.

In the rush and danger of the moment, and because I was so young and in excellent condition from the rigors of aviation cadet physical training, I was able to get away from there and hid in a ditch.  A short time later a young Dutch boy helped me to hide in a haystack in the middle of a field.  He left me there and returned that evening after curfew with a sandwich, coffee and a pair of “knickers”.  He said I could have to hide there in the haystack for three or four days until the Germans stopped searching for our crew.  That night I almost froze to death.  Early the next morning I began walking in a southerly direction, mainly to get some circulation and warmth into my feet, which had suffered frostbite.  I made contact with members of the underground later that evening, about fifteen miles from where I had come down.  After many, many experiences and near capture I finally made my way to Liege, Belgium, where I managed to evade capture a total of eighty days.  On May 27th, after going through a dozen or so bombings by both the 8th and 9th Air Forces, who were destroying bridges, roads, and marshalling yards, all transportation before the invasion, I was captured by the Gestapo!  They were informed of my presence by the double agent who had placed me in the last home I was hiding in.  He also told them that I was a Jew, so when I was awakened that morning with several machine guns in my face, and heard the words, “Araus!  Araus!” the first thing I got was a beating by the Gestapo officer in charge.  I was punched about the face and head and kicked in the stomach and buttocks.  When he was through punching and kicking and shouting at me, I was allowed to get dressed.  My radio man, Bob Burrows, and I were chained together and were lined up with the members of the family, who were also captured.  We had always heard that if they were caught we would all be shot, and it sure looked like that was going to happen when they marched us out into the yard.  After several minutes, we were taken out front and loaded into a large police type black van.  When we arrived at Gestapo Headquarters, there were eight other Americans there who had been arrested at the same time, including four more of my crew.  While all the rest were allowed to sit on a bench, I was kept with my hands tightly manacled behind my back and chained to a radiator in the waiting room.  I was kept this way for about 12 hours.  During that time the Gestapo officer would often come up to me and pound on the head and shoulders, pull my hair and say “This Jew is for me!”  I recently received a letter from one of the crew who reminded me of the incident.

On the morning of June 6th (D-Day) we were moved from the St. Leonard’s Prison in the city of Liege to the “Citadel” a fortress on a plateau of a small mountain in the center of Liege.  This was where the Gestapo usually executed civilians they captured who were in the Resistance.  The move was made in the wee hours of the morning and we were taken off the trucks just as dawn was breaking.  There were soldiers with bayonets and others behind machine gun emplacements.  There were ten of us Americans (all in civilian clothes) and 200-300 Belgians and we were all sure that we were about to be shot!  Fortunately we were not…  We were separated and I was put in solitary confinement where I stayed foe thirty days on bread and water.  During the almost two months that I was in Gestapo prisons I slept on cold damp hard stone or marble floors.  I was repeatedly interrogated about many things, especially how I had been moved from Holten, Holland to Liege, Belgium.  On July 15, 1944 fourteen Belgian patriots, one of them a priest, Father Andre, were taken into the courtyard and were executed one at a time, by firing squad.  I was also taken into the courtyard and made to witness all fourteen, with the prison commandant threatening I would be next if I did not tell him the answers to his questions!  It happened to be my 21st birthday and I’ll never, never forget it.  Now almost 46 years later, I still wake up in a cold sweat, sometimes even screaming after one of these nightmares.  Of course, after that sleep is impossible…

This was apparently a last ditch attempt, because five days later we began our trip to Dulag Luft at Oberursel, Germany.  I spent fifty-four days in the hands of the Gestapo, a curly headed Jewish boy in civilian clothes, no dog tags, never knowing what terrors tomorrow would bring, or indeed, if there would be a tomorrow.

After Christmas of 1944 Red Cross Parcels at Stalag Luft I were few and far between.  Four men would hare one parcel and finally in February there were no more.  From then on we existed on German rations, i.e., a dish of dehydrated vegetables and a lot of water once a day.  We were allotted one loaf of “sawdust” bread per man per week, and ersatz tea or coffee.  We all lost a great deal of weight and strength.  I was already very thin from my Gestapo days so I didn’t have much to spare.

On January 17, 1945, almost all of the Jewish officers were segregated into one block in North Compound I.  The “gen” as it was called, was that we were going to be moved out of there to a concentration camp and probably would have wound up in a furnace or a ditch covered with lime.  However at that point the Russians were not that far away, thank god, and we were never found.  Since, the barracks was locked at night including the wooden shutters, we feared that one night we would be set afire!  This also is very prominent in my dreams.

So from the time I was shot down till the end of the war, it was stress, worry, fear, uncertainty, and live for the day.  To say nothing about hunger, cold, privation, and STRESS.

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A Newspaper article from 1991…

Milton also provided me with this article by Jean Levine from (New Jersey) Sunday Star-Ledger of September 29, 1991.  Note that the article mentions the monthly meetings of Milton’s Ex-POW support group.  Milton mentions this topic in one of the interview excerpts “further down” this post, which concludes upon a bitterly disillusioning realization.

Ex-POW helps others get ‘home from the war’

WW II flier belongs to support group

For Milton W. Stern of Edison, the nightmares of a half-century ago never seem to end.

The 68-year-old former prisoner of war vividly recalls when he was forced to witness the firing-squad execution of 14 Belgian patriots, including a priest, who had fought the Nazis during World War II.

He wants the U.S. government not to forget the plight of ex-POWs, some of whom have never received any disability pensions.

“Once you’ve been a POW, your life is never the same.  I used to beat myself up for having had one job after another – something which never had afflicted me before the war,” the commander of Garden State Chapter 1 of the American Ex-Prisoners of War said, adding that he had 25 jobs in 40 years after the war.

“But after joining this group about 10 years ago, Stern continued, “I learned that this is a common aftermath of being a POW, as are recurring flashbacks, bad dreams and night sweats.  It is something that never seems to diminish for the average man who’s experienced this kind of situation.”

His 200-member group, one of five chapters in New Jersey, is fighting for the rights of ex-POWs.

“When you meet other POWs, you feel they are brothers under the skin.  There are 70,000 of us in the country and about 2,000 in the state.  What we’ve been through is hard for most people to understand, unless they’ve been there themselves,” said Stern, a widower with three grown children.

After the Iran hostage affair in 1981, World War II POWs began to see that they had been neglected by the Veterans Administration, he added.  “Very few were getting any sort of disability payments.  In Canada, all POWs since the Second World War have gotten 50 percent of disability.  In the U.S., a POW getting disability checks will receive about $400 monthly.  It’s very little money when you think of the price they’ve paid for their country.  Very few are getting anything at all compared to Canadian veterans.”

Stern’s non-profit group generally meets four times a year at different locations throughout New Jersey.  He also attends monthly meetings of a POW support group conducted at the Veterans Administration Medical Center In Lyons.

“About 30 to 40 POWs attend those sessions (at the VA).  Most of those who attend belong to our chapter, and the majority of us live in Middlesex County for some reason,” he said.  “We discuss how we can help each other.”

Started in the mid-’50s as largely a social group, Garden State Chapter 1 disbanded for 15 years before being reformed again a decade ago, Stern said.

“The initial organization was seen as a way to swap war stories,” he explained.  “When it re-formed, the focus was different.  Our current motto is to help other POWs who can’t help themselves.

“We are still recruiting and we require that prospective members be former POWs.  Although perhaps most of our membership consists of World War II veterans, even those who’ve been POWs during the Persian Gulf crisis are eligible.  We serve as an emotional support group and help them to fill out VA application forms for disability.”

A Buffalo, N.Y., native who grew up in Rochester, N.Y., Stern went to work after high school at Bausch and Lomb, a producer of optical equipment and later a manufacturer of Navy rangefinders.

“Rangefinders were these 60-foot-long, telescope-like instruments for naval weapons,” the retired salesman said.  “The company made them for the defense industry.”

In October 1942, Stern enlisted.  After basic training at Selfridge, Mich., he applied for aviation cadet training and was sent to the Army Air Corps Classification Center in Nashville, Tenn., where he took tests to become a navigator.

“I received navigator training at Selman Field in Monroe, La.  Next I went to the Pyote Rattlesnake Army Air Base in Texas, where I spent five months receiving final training,” he recalled.  “Then we were shipped to Goose Bay, Labrador, before landing in Prestwick, Scotland.  That’s where we were assigned to our various groups.

“I was assigned to the 38th Bomb Group Base, which was part of the 8th Air Force at Ridgewell, England, near Cambridge.  We went out on the first, second and third daylight bombing raids over Berlin.  The Americans bombed during the day and the British at night.”

It was during one of those raids that the 10-man crew, including Stern, aboard a B-17 heavy bomber was shot down by the Germans in March 1944.

The plane was hit by flak, the exploding shell fragments from German anti-aircraft guns.  “It knocked out our right outboard engine” he said.  “There were four engines on the plane-two on each side.  We gradually lost power and got behind the 38th Bomb Group with which we flew in formation.  We were all alone and crippled in the sky.”

The lone American bomber was a vulnerable target, according to Stern.

“In order to dodge German radar, our plane had to dive to treetop level.  We had four officers – a pilot, co-pilot, navigator and bombardier and six crewmen, one of whom functioned as a radioman and the rest as gunners,” he recalled.

“We managed to get back as far as Holland and very close to the North Sea near England,” he said.  “Then we were jumped by two German Messerschmitts.  We still managed to fly at treetop level before we shot one of those enemy planes down.  But the second set our right wing afire and our aircraft’s Plexiglas nose, where I was sitting.”

After the crippled craft’s pilot gave the order to bail out at 500 feet, Stern’s parachute hit a tree.  Although dazed, he was virtually unhurt when he landed.

“The Dutch were sympathetic to the Allied forces,” he said.  “They told us to run. I left my parachute in a ditch and began to run.  A Dutch boy of about 20 offered to help.  He hid me in a haystack in the middle of a field near Holten, Holland,” Stern said.

Joining the Maquis, a combined Dutch-Belgian freedom movement, Stern was moved to Liege, Belgium, with the underground and lived with several families in that small town.

“The underground was supposed to move us every few weeks to keep us ahead of the Nazis.  We were scheduled to be taken by guides to neutral Switzerland and then returned to England,” he said.  “We never got to Switzerland because the Allied forces were bombing roads, bridges, railroads, telephone and telegraph lines.  Everything was bombed, so nothing moved.”

On May 27, 1944, Stern was captured by the Nazis, who had been informed of his whereabouts by a Belgian double agent.

“The Germans entered the home of a family who was hiding my radioman and me,” Stern said.  “I was badly beaten because the double agent had told the Nazis I was Jewish.  I spent two months in a Gestapo prison in Liege.  Most of it was in solitary confinement with only bread and water.”

On July 15, his birthday, Stern was forced to watch the execution of the 14 Belgian patriots.  It is a memory that haunts him still.

Less than a week later, he and several other prisoners were moved to Stalag Luft I in northern Germany, a prisoner-of-war camp for fliers, most of whom were officers.

“There were 9,000 American prisoners there,” he related.  “I was reported as missing in action, and my family didn’t know of my whereabouts until September 1944, when the Red Cross notified the Air Force and my family got word from the War Department by way of telegram.

“At first, we got food packages from the Red Cross, but, because the railroads had been bombed out, the Germans said they had trouble getting the packages to us.  We received less and less and finally nothing.”

The daily fare for the prisoners consisted of dehydrated vegetables, to which water was added to make soup, and heavy bread made mainly of sawdust.

“We’d toasted it, which made it less vile than if you ate it raw,” Stem said.  “Occasionally, the Germans would toss us a head of cabbage from the fields nearby.”

On May 1, 1945, the POW camp was liberated by the Russians.

“There were as many as 25,000 American POWs liberated by the Russians and taken back to the Soviet Union with the promise they would leave from that country and return to the U.S.,” Stern said.  “The same thing would have happened to us if our commanding officer, Col. Hubert Zemke, had agreed to their proposal.  He refused to let us go.  He called in the 8th Air Force to fly us out of Germany.

“But those other American POWs weren’t so fortunate.  In reality, they were kidnaped.  To this day, no one knows what happened to them.  It is widely believed that they were imprisoned behind the Iron Curtain to train Russians how to pass as Americans for spy purposes.  But this is only a theory.”

Stern and his fellow POWs were flown to Rheims, France, and then to U.S. Camp Lucky Strike in Normandy, where they “fattened up” before going home.

“It was a camp for returning POWs,” Stern said.  “There were up to 100,000 of us there.  Because of malnutrition, most of us had lost a lot of weight.  Before the war, I weighed 150 and my weight had plummeted to 110 pounds.”

Three weeks after his discharge, Stern married Marjorie Laffer, his childhood sweetheart, whom he had dated since he was 16.  They moved to Elizabeth from Rochester with their three children in 1961, when he got an opportunity to work with a relative managing a furniture storage warehouse.  Stern’s wife died last year, and he said he is slowly getting his life back to normal.

“I took her death very hard because we had a happy marriage,” he said.  “But life goes on.  Now I fill my time helping others.”

Anyone wanting to join Garden State Chapter 1 can contact Stern at (908) 754-5969 after Sept. 30.

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Interview Excerpts…

Now we’ve come to excerpts from my interview with Milton on October 21, 1993.  But first, here’s an image of a fragment of Milton’s POW Personalkarte, the image at one time available via the Library of Congress Veteran’s Project.

First, let’s start with a central facet of this post: Milton’s comments on the implications of being a Jewish POW of the Germans…

Being Jewish, did you ever worry about that possibility?  The implications of having “H” on your dog-tags?
No, I didn’t, really.  I don’t think I did.  We were invincible.  We weren’t going to get shot down.

Guys really had that mindset?
In spite of seeing everybody getting shot down.  Our actual chances of getting through at that time were next to nothing.
What was your quota at that time?
Twenty-five missions, but…but the average number of missions for a crew at that time, was about five.  It had been lower, ever before.  In “Big Week”, it was even lower; before the
P-51s got over there.  It had been lower.
The amount of deaths and losses in the Eighth Air Force is…one of my friends told me about 47,000 Americans.  (Wrong.)
In spite of all that, people figured, “We’re going to make it!”?
Today, after having gone through what I went through, and seeing guys come into camp…prison camp…with 25; 30 missions, because it was raised later on…and seeing how nervous and how bloody they were, what we now call PTSD, I have only the greatest admiration for the guys that went on flying, day after day after day.  Because, it’s like the “Charge of the Light Brigade”.  How they could do it, day after day!  I’m so happy that I got shot down on my third mission!  I…I think it was just the bravest thing that anybody could have done.  Was to fly a tour over there.  I mean, to finish a tour…! 

Being captured by the Gestapo…

Eventually, we were taken out and five of us were put into one room.  One cell.  Not a cell with bars, but a cell with a steel door.  We were left together for a day or two.  And then they took us…well, I don’t know about the rest of them…but they took me out, and put me in a room with several Belgians.  Ostensibly, as far as I know, they were all good people.  They were…I have a problem; certain words will leave my mind…they were like saboteurs.  They worked against the Germans.  They were people that took care of people like me, and so forth.
I was with them for a while.  Some of them were taken out and beaten within an inch of their lives.  Interrogated.  Tortured.  I was taken out, and questioned by a…
We were now in a prison in Belgium, called Saint Leonard’s.  A prison in the center of town.  Not the Gestapo Headquarters anymore, to another prison.
They transferred everybody out?
Yeah.  And, on the night of June 6…I guess it was during the night…two o’clock in the morning, they suddenly turned on the lights, opened the doors, and said, “Raus!”  We got onto these great big trucks.  Big vans.  Everybody.  The whole prison.  Civilians, as well as us guys.  And they pushed us in there so tight, that if your hands were up in the air, that’s where they stayed!  You couldn’t get them down.  If your hands were down, they stayed there.
At any rate, we got in this truck.  There was a couple of truckloads, and there must have been two hundred people in the damn truck.  We realized where they were going:  They were going up this circular road, up to the Citadel.  And we had always heard, while we were in this prison, that the Citadel was where they did their executions.  So again, we thought we’d had it.  Everybody.  The civilians were yelling the same thing, you know?  Those people were crying and shouting and you know.  It was a pretty horrible thing.  And this is two or three o’clock in the morning.
And when we got up there, and they opened the doors of the truck to let us out…  You’ve seen movies; I know you must have seen movies like this:  But there were gun emplacements…
machine gun emplacements…there were soldiers with their bayonets drawn.  It’s a gray dawn.  It was the most scary thing.  I mean, you thought, “Oh my God!”
It really fit that stereotypical image you see on movies?
Yeah.  Yeah.  And again, we thought we were going to be taken out and thrown in a lime pit, or something.
You were with your crew and these Belgian civilians?
Yeah.
Now they took us into a great, big room.  Great, big room.  And seemingly forgot about us for a while.  We didn’t get anything to eat for a couple days.  Remember, the Invasion’s going on.

There are no Case Files about this incident in the Records of the Judge Advocate General’s Office (Records Group 153) at the National Archives.  On a very different note, a review of Milton’s POW diary (like other records mentioned in this post, once but no longer accessible via the Library of Congress) reveals absolutely no entries about this incident.  Perhaps Milton’s epistolary silence in that personal chronicle is entirely understandable, given that the diary entries were made – of course – while he was a POW.

The execution murder of fifteen Belgian anti-Nazi patriots…

I was taken, and put in solitary confinement.  I don’t know what happened to the rest of the guys.  At that time, I didn’t have any idea whether they were all in solitary, or whether they were with other people.  But I was taken…  From June 6 on, I was put in solitary confinement for the rest of my time at that prison.
How long was that?
We got out of there on July 25.

You were in solitary?
Yeah.  Not only that, but my birthday is July 15.  On that day, I was taken out…  And, I was interrogated constantly.  They wanted to know how I got from Holland, where they knew I was shot down, by the way…they knew more things about me than I knew about me.  They knew my girlfriend’s name.  They knew my father’s name; what he did.  My mother’s name.  They knew my colonel’s name at the base.  They knew whose crew I was on.  They knew everything.  Through newspaper clippings.

But, they were interrogating me.  They wanted to know how I got from Holland to Belgium.  They wanted to get everybody in the Underground.  So, they were interrogating me almost on a daily basis.
On July 15, they took me out early in the morning.  Out into the courtyard.  And, they brought out fourteen Belgian patriots.
And one at a time, they executed them by firing squad.
In front of you?
In front of me.  Happened to be my birthday.  Just happened to be my 21st birthday.

But, after every execution…I was standing next to the commandant of the prison…he would give me a nudge and say, “You’re next if you don’t tell me what I want to know.”
So…I didn’t, and five days later I think they gave up on the whole bunch of us.  From what I’ve heard later on, the other ones weren’t subjected to it.  It was only the “Jewboy”.

Did the other guys verify this for you?
In fact, they don’t believe me!  But, at any rate, that’s what happened.  One of the guys they shot was a Priest.

Do you know the names of any of those people?
No.  The Priest was “Father Andre”, that’s all I know about him.  But, the other people were not part of the Underground unit that we were captured with.  They had been there for some time.  Saboteurs, I’d suspect.

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When Milton related this horrific story to me in 1993, I felt uncertainty (not skepticism) about his account.  A brief chain of correspondence starting with an inquiry to the Belgian Embassy eventually brought a clear and more-than-informative response about this event from Colonel Staff Brevet Holder Head of Department, Centre for Historical Documentation, Belgian Armed Forces – M. Paulissen (Kolonel Stafbrevethouder Diensthoofd, Centrum voor Historische Documentatie, Belgische Krijgsmacht), to whom I offer highly belated and symbolic thanks (ahem (!) three decades later). 

The information Colonel Paulissen provided to me confirms in my eyes Milton’s story of his experience on his 21st birthday, the most telling “clue” being the number of resistance fighters who were murdered: Milton stated 14; the actual number was 16, I think a more than coincidentally close match, given the passage of time.  Photographs of the sixteen, provided to me by Colonel Paulissen (I composited the individual pictures into a single image) appear below.  The names of the men (and their dates of birth and capture, and, reason for arrest) appear below the composite, each set of five names successively corresponding to each of the above rows of images, reading left to right.  

Marcel-Dieudonne Bawin – July 2, 1910 – May 10, 1944 – Resistance
Emile E. Becco – Nov. 24, 1894 – March 23, 1944 – Resistance
Charles-Henri Coppens – Dec. 14, 1920 – Resistance
Alfred Devos – Oct. 27, 1902 – Dec. 27, 1943 – Anti-German Propaganda and Sabotage
Richard F. Ghaye – April 8, 1922 – May 10, 1944 – Resistance

Miguel Gonzalez – July 8, 1912 – March 21, 1944 – Resistance
Michel Jonkers – Aug. 8, 1909 – Resistance
Gaspard J.G. Lehonge – June 16, 1896 – May 10, 1944 – Sabotage
Charles-Francois Louchez – Nov. 25, 1921 – July 13, 1944 – Resistance
Desire H. Malpas – June 26, 1907 – May 10, 1944 – Sabotage

Joseph Mortroux – Feb, 8, 1912 – March 18, 1944 – Resistance
Victor Mousset – June 24, 1906 – June 30, 1944 – Resistance
Leon Nizet – Sept. 1, 1923 – May 10, 1944 – Resistance
Joseph Saelens – Aug. 27, 1920 – July 14, 1944 – Resistance – Attempted Escape
Maurice Snyers – Dec. 7, 1922 – June 12, 1944 – Resistance

Richard Thomas – March 9, 1923 – May 10, 1944 – Resistance

…Not pictured…

Joseph Bertrand – June 16, 1923 – Resistance
Marcel Caudron -Dec. 30, 1898 – Resistance

These two sketches show where the sixteen, and others, were executed murdered by firing squad.

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In the context of Milton’s experience at Prison Saint-Léonard, it’s appropriate here to mention the fate of the Jews of Belgium during the Shoah.  As described at Yad Vashem, “66,000 Jews were living in Belgium when the country was occupied by the Germans in May 1940.  Only 10% of them had Belgian citizenship, the rest were immigrants and refugees.  When the deportations to the death camps in the east began in summer 1942 the foreign Jews were deported first, and only a year later were those with Belgian citizenship rounded up.  When the fate of the deported Jews became known, there was a certain change from the relative indifference to the German anti-Jewish policy that had prevailed in the early years of occupation.  This enabled many Jews to go into hiding.  At the same time, like in other countries, there was collaboration and denunciation of hiding Jews.  An important role in rescue work was played by the church and the Communist underground, as well as the Jews’ organized self-help via the Comité de Défence des Juifs, established in the summer of 1942, which was assisted by non-Jews.  28,000 Jews from Belgium perished in the Holocaust.”

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Moving from the utter darkness of one prison to the ambivalent and eventual (relative) safety of another, here is a moment of prisoner of war humor related by Milton…  (In the following two accounts, the surnames of other POWs at Stalag Luft I are presented in dark red boldface text, like this.  Brief biographical information about these men follows these passages.)  

Murray Brownstein, and a fellow from Tallahassee, Florida…I can’t think of his first name…he went under the nickname of “Studs”…Studs Atkinson…    They were both in our tent.  One day the Germans brought in a bowl of some kind of fish.  Smelt, or something like herring.  Some kind of herring, and they were kind of slippery.  Slimy.
I refused.  You know, you think you can eat almost anything, but at that time I was still…I refused them.  And everybody else in our tent refused them.  Brownstein…I think he was from the Bronx, or Brooklyn…his father had a smoke-house, and he was used to eating smoked fish, and herring and all that kind of stuff.  So he sat down at the table with the bowl in front of him, and started eating.  Well, Stud Atkinson…  You remember the Popeye cartoons?  You remember the guy that always used to fight with Popeye?  Bluto.  This guy looked just like Bluto.
Did he have a beard too?
Yep.  He had a scruffy beard, and big arms.  Big guy.  Black hair.  Looked just like Bluto.  I used to call him Bluto.  And, he always said he wanted his, “Fair share.”  So he didn’t like herring, but he sat down opposite Morris Brownstein…“Brownie”, called him…and Brownie would eat one of these herrings, and he would eat one.  Brownie ate one, he would eat one.  This went on for a while, and pretty soon…!…pretty soon, Studs got up, ran out of the tent, and threw up!  And he came back in and he sat down, and he started eating again!  He wanted his, “Fair share”!  He was a sick man that night!

Never forget it.  In fact, Studs’ name turned up in the POW Bulletin a while back, as a new member.  And I called him.  And I reminded him of it! 

The dramatis personae mentioned above are:

“Brownstein”: 2 Lt. Morris Brownstein, 0-765604, Bombardier
342nd Bob Squadron, 97th Bomb Group, 15th Air Force
Shot down 7/19/44
B-17G 42-102918, “Idiot’s Delight”, piloted by 1 Lt. William W. Williams; 11 crew members – 6 survivors
MACR 6688; Luftgaukommando Report ME 1651
Brooklyn, N.Y.
AJWWII – 285

“Atkinson”: 2 Lt. Vernon Castle Atkinson, 0-705214, Co-Pilot
601st Bomb Squadron, 398th Bomb Group, 8th Air Force
Shot down 7/8/44
B-17G 42-102445, “3O * B”, piloted by 2 Lt. George F. Wilson, Jr., 9 crew members – 8 survivors (Wilson KIA)
MACR 7217, Luftgaukommando Report KU 2455
Tallahassee, Fl.

References to the segregation of the Jewish POWs at Stalag Luft I (Barth) can be found on the Internet, and, in print.  Here’s Milton’s recollection of that event…

“On January 18, we of the Jewish Faith were ordered to move to North I Compound, where we were to be segregated into one barrack.”

Could you describe the events of the segregation?
Well, there really wasn’t a lot of…a lot of…nothing leading up to it.  All of a sudden, one morning, they came, and they said, “You’re to report to barracks,”…I forgot the barracks number… “barracks so-and-so, in North One.”  And I think when I got there I found out that everybody was Jewish.

Who told you that you had to report, the Germans or the Americans?
Germans.

Did they say, “All Jews,” or did they read your names off a list?
I think they read your names off.  I really don’t remember.  I can’t pin that down.  But, when we got there, everybody was Jewish.  There may have been one or two non-Jews in there.  And also there were some Jews that weren’t…picked.

Sonny Elliott.  He was a real outgoing, flamboyant guy.
Does the name Peckerar mean anything?  I was in Atlantic City with him, after we came home.  He used to chew razor blades!  Used to do that, you know, as a … a feat.  I think glass, too.  I don’t know how the hell he did it.
Was the barrack surrounded by barbed-wire?
No.  No.  Just part of the camp.
And you were free to come and go during the day?
Oh yeah.
Was there any talk among the Jewish POWs of, “What does this all mean?”
Well, in my story that I put together, I said that the “Gen”…the English called it the “Poop”…was the “Gen”…was that we were going to be taken out to a concentration camp, and eventually done away with.  But I felt that…that…at the time, the Russians started their Spring Offensive.  They had been camped, I think, on the Oder River.  They started their Spring Offensive, and the Germans saw the handwriting on the wall, and decided…  In my story, I said, “They left us ‘religiously alone’”.  A kind of play on words.  But I wrote that, when I was 21 years old!  “Religiously alone.”
At one point in my speech that I give, I say, “From here I’m going to quote directly from my diary”, because the events started happening pretty quickly, and it’s kind of history, you know.  I always got a lot of interest at that point.
Was there any reaction on the part of the Gentile prisoners when they segregated anybody?  From the commanders of the camp?
I really don’t know.  I have heard stories about other camps, where everybody stepped forward…  You know, when they said, “All Jews step forward!”, everybody stepped forward.  I’ve heard that.  I don’t know.  Maybe it happened.  Maybe it didn’t.
Jerry Alperin…he was in my room.  Adelman I think I remember.  Melvin Brown I remember.  Maury Brownstein…  I could tell you some stories about him!  Martin Burstein…he’s the one that’s a dentist, I think.  There was a Don Epstein.
We had a guy by the name of Captain Margolian, another Jew.  He was supposed to have been the first ace of the war, although I did not see his name in the listing of aces.  While we were there, it was understood that he had five kills, and he was shot down in Africa.  A little short guy.  Jerry Gilbert.

Who are the nine dramatis personae mentioned above?

“Elliott” (a.k.a. “Sonny Eliot”): 2 Lt. Marvin Elliott Schlossberg, 0-672878, Bomber Pilot
577th Bomb Squadron, 392nd Bomb Group, 8th Air Force
Shot down 2/24/44
B-24J 42-100344, “W+“, 10 crew members – all survived
MACR 2951
Detroit, Mi.
AJWWII – not listed

Here’s Sonny Elliot very much postwar, in a video from April 19, 2008 at Michael Collins‘ YouTube channel: “Sonny Eliot on 50 Years in Broadcasting“.  (66 comments)

“Peckerar”: S/Sgt. Irving Milton Peckerar, 12151681, Ball Turret Gunner
546th Bomb Squadron, 384th Bomb Group, 8th Air Force
Shot down 10/11/44
B-17G 42-97948, “BK * U” / “Hell on Wings”, piloted by 1 Lt. John W. Peterson, 10 crew members – all survived
MACR 9479, Luftgaukommando Report KU 3170
Brooklyn, N.Y.
AJWWII – 404

“Jerry Alperin”: 2 Lt. Jerome Alperin, 0-1320377, Bombardier
562nd Bomb Squadron, 388th Bomb Group, 8th Air Force
Shot down 7/8/44
B-17G 42-31802, “M” / “Gyndia”, piloted by 1 Lt. Samuel J. Fisher, 10 crew members – 3 survivors
MACR 7361, Luftgaukommando Report KU 2683
Chicago, Il.
AJWWII – 92

“Adelman”: 2 Lt. Melvin Arnold Adelman, 0-723255, Navigator
764th Bomb Squadron, 461st Bomb Group, 15th Air Force
Shot down (wounded) 7/25/44
B-24H 42-52459, “8” / “Winona Belle”, piloted by 2 Lt. Wray M. Stitch, 10 crew members – 5 survivors
MACR 11978, Luftfgaukommando Report ME 1711
Chicago, Il.
AJWWII – 92

“Melvin Brown”: 2 Lt. Melvin Albert Brown, 0-716340, Navigator
358th Bomb Squadron, 303rd Bomb Group, 8th Air Force
Shot down 7/19/44
B-17G 42-31584, “VK * C”, piloted by 2 Lt. Marvin S. Boyce, 9 crew members – 5 survivors
MACR 7415, Luftgaukommando Report KU 2559
Chicago, Il.
AJWWII – 95

“Martin Burstein”: 2 Lt. Martin Burstein, 0-819487, Co-Pilot
422nd Bomb Squadron, 305th Bomb Group, 8th Air Force
Shot down 12/5/44
B-17G 43-37827, “JJ * L”, piloted by 1 Lt. Richard N. Pounds, 9 crew members – 8 survivors
MACR 11043, Luftgaukommando Report KU 3434
Brooklyn, N.Y.
AJWWII – not listed

“Don Epstein”: 2 Lt. Donald Martin Epstein, 0-814884, Bomber Pilot
555th Bomb Squadron, 386th Bomb Group, 9th Air Force
Shot down 7/12/44
B-26B 41-31794, “YA * D” / “Sparta”, 6 crew members – all survived
MACR 7045, Luftgaukommando Report KU 2472
Chicago, Il.
AJWWII – 97

“Captain Margolian”: Captain Leon B. Margolian (see more here)

“Jerry Gilbert”: 2 Lt. Jerome J. Gilbert, 0-723057, Navigator
569th Bomb Squadron, 390th Bomb Group, 8th Air Force
Shot down 9/10/44 (Dusseldorf mission)
B-17G 42-97577, “CC * E”, piloted by 2 Lt. Thomas H. Markward, 9 crew members – 2 survivors
MACR 8914, Luftgaukommando Report KU 2938
Chicago, Il.
AJWWII – not listed

Did the war change Milton’s religious beliefs?

Did your experiences during or after the war change your opinions about religion or God, whatever they may have been, one way or another?
No.  I was an agnostic before, and I was an agnostic during, and I was an agnostic afterwards.  Still.  I have a healthy respect for people who can believe, without question.  However, I can’t.  And, I also feel that if there is a God, He is not a very just God.  Putting people through what He put them through.

Did the implications and effects of the war (really) change opinions about the Jewish people?

…The only thing is, I recently joined the JWV (Jewish War Veterans) within the last couple years, because I felt it was time to stand up and be counted as a Jew.   Not religiously, but as a Jew.  And, when we have our…   Since I’ve become commander, you know, at these things sometimes they have a benediction before the meeting.  Everybody takes their hat off?   I leave my hat on.
And I’ve been told, you know, “You aren’t respectful.”  I say, “When you’re wearing Tefellin, Jews pray with their hat on.”

So I…I…I…and just a couple of weeks ago, I brought up the fact that about these…   Cemetery up there in North Jersey that was (desecrated) with swastikas.  “Hitler was right!”  It’s a Jewish cemetery.  And I brought it up in a therapy session.  That, “It’s terrible, here after fifty years, we’ve got it again, still going on.”  And, one of my buddies…  He thinks of himself as being very “knowledgeable” about a lot of things…  And he did make some money, earlier on; quite a lot of it.  He says, “Milt,” he says, “don’t you know why people don’t like Jews?”
“No.  Tell me why people don’t like Jews.”
“Because it’s their attitude!  Look at how they…  In Hollywood, where they make movies about the Germans and the Nazis…  And they want to grab the media, and the banks…”
And this is one of your POW “buddies”?
This is a POW buddy.  He’s very helpful along other lines because he’s very knowledgeable about the benefits, and so forth.  And he said, “Your attitude…”

So then I started telling about one of the…  Right here in South Huntington, where we went to the diner (for lunch today)…  The superintendent is a very nice guy.  The superintendent of schools, when they had the Holocaust curriculum.   A nice guy.  And I said, “What was done in South Huntington should be done in the other schools, all over the country.”
“People don’t want that shoved down their throats!”
This guy?
Yeah.  My buddy.  “People” don’t want it, not “he” don’t want it.  “People” don’t want it.
And then I found out…  One of the guys…  Another guy in that group…it’s only a small group; about eleven people…another guy got up and walked out during this “conflagration”.  Almost a conflagration.
And the next week…  I said something again about it.  He says, “There you go again!”  Another guy.  Also a ex-POW.
Was this the guy who walked out the previous time?
Yeah.  The guy who walked out was a … flier.  And he says, “I don’t want to hear any talk about politics or religion!”

“This ain’t religion!  This is what we’re living through.”  And I explained the week before, that it should be in the history books, because it’s history.  It’s part of history.  People shouldn’t make the same mistakes again.
So I…I…I just couldn’t believe that guys would talk like that.  And I don’t think that I’m going to be part of that therapy class any more.
Because of that?
Well, I felt I wasn’t…I’m not doing any good there.  Maybe I should…  I’m not going to shut up, but…  It’s…it’s really a sad, sad thing. 

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Milton Stern passed away on December 3, 2007, a little over fourteen years after our meeting.  

Here are Four References

A Book…

Dublin, Louis I., and Kohs, Samuel C., American Jews in World War II – The Story of 550,000 Fighters for Freedom, The Dial Press, New York, N.Y., 1947

An Article…

Jacques, Johanna, A ‘Most Astonishing’ Circumstance: The Survival of Jewish POWs in German War Captivity During the Second World War, Social & Legal Studies, V 30 (3), 2021, pp. 362-383

Milton Wallace Stern, at…

The American Air Museum in Britain

EvasionComete: “Personne capturée durant son évasion [Person Captured During Escape] Milton Wallace STERN / O-814431″, researched and written by Philippe Connart, Michel Dricot, Edouard Renière, and Victor Schutters (June 24, 2022)

The Shield of Memory – Articles from “Der Schild”, Journal of the Reich Federation of Jewish Front-Line Soldiers: August 7, 1936 – “Symbol of Jewish Honor”

“And we, the Jewish front-line soldiers of the old German army,
who on the other side, in the trenches opposite,
took part in the defense of our homeland with our lives and bodies,
we visit this silent and yet so convincing memorial at Douaumont
with awe-struck hearts.”

There are many ways to contemplate the past, one of which is from both “within” the past itself, and, from the perspective of the present.  This is so for my seven posts about the military service of Jews in the French Army – the Armée de terre – in the First World War.  Four of these posts (here, here, and here, pertaining to a 1918 essay by Maurice Barres, and here, pertaining to a 1915 news item) explore the military service of French Jews as recorded during the war itself, while the other three – pertaining to a discovery from a compilation of information about Jewish military casualties, and, the legend surrounding Rabbi Abraham Bloch (two posts, one in English and the other in French) are based on genealogical and historical research from 1921, and, 1999, respectively. 

“This” post, however, comes from a moment in time between the First and Second World Wars: It presents a news item / editorial that appeared on the front page of Der Schild on August 7, 1936, concerning the planned construction of a memorial dedicated to the memory of the Jewish soldiers of France who fell in the Battle of Verdun, and more generally, in commemoration of all French Jewish soldiers who fell in battle between 1914 and 1918.  Der Schild’s article is wistful is if not near-inexpressibly poignant on multiple levels: First, it pertains to the commemoration of Jewish fallen by a former enemy of Germany.  Second, even before the advent of the Third Reich and by definition certainly not after, no analogous monument for the Jewish military fallen of the German was – to the best of my knowledge – even created in that country.  And third, in light of what we in 2025 now indelibly* know about the impending future of the Jews of Germany (Jewish veterans of the Great War among them) and European Jews in general, in the years subsequent to 1933.

(* Truth be told, probably not indelible after all.  Or to be more accurate, while indelible to the Jewish people, for the rest of the world, not so much.)     

The monument was completed just under two years later after the appearance of Der Schild’s article, as described in this news item from the Jewish Telegraphic Agency, which was published on June 20, 1938:

Monument to Jews Who Fell in War Unveiled Near Verdun

Paris, June 19. (JTA) — Condemnation of persecution and advice to the Jews to remember history, to be patient and not to despair were voiced today by Deputy Caesar Campinchi, speaking on behalf of the French Government during ceremonies at the unveiling of an imposing monument at Douamont, near Verdun, to 6,500 French Jews and 2,000 Americans and British Jews of the Foreign Legion who fell in the war.

The unveiling was the main feature of the national celebration of the twenty-second anniversary of the battle of Verdun.  It was attended by 1,000 Jewish and non-Jewish veterans with General Andre Weller, a Jew, presiding.  Other speakers included Government officials and the mayor of Douaumont.

Deputy Campinchi assailed the racial theories “practiced in other countries” and declared that France stood for the ideal of equality of all people, an ideal for which, he said, Jewish soldiers fell.

Here are three images of the monument.  

This undated picture is Publ. Combier postcard 5631, the sepia tone suggesting that it was printed between the late 30s and late 50s.  (Just a guess.)  

This excellent image is from Wikimedia Commons…  

… while the following glowing tafofil image is from Facebook.  

But first… The text standing in relief on the monument’s base states: 

AUX FRANCAIS, ALLIES ET VOLONTAIRES ETRANGERS ISRAELITES
– 1914 – MORTS POUR LA FRANCE – 1918 –
…translation…
DEDICATED TO THE FRENCH, ALLIED, AND FOREIGN ISRAELITE VOLUNTEERS
– 1914 – DIED FOR FRANCE – 1918 –

And so, the article as it appeared on the front page of Der Schild, following by English-language translation, and, the original German.

Symbol of Jewish honor
The memorial at Douaumont

The shield
August 7, 1936
Number 32

“It looks down on the graves at a place of world history,
where German and French soldiers,
German and French Jews among them,
are laid to eternal rest, just as the bullet, the grenade, the gas struck them back then.”  

Only recently – we read it in the newspapers – former front-line soldiers from the armies involved met on the battlefields of Verdun and exchanged words of respect for the former enemy, words of camaraderie and commitment to an honorable peace at this site consecrated by endless streams of precious blood.  And now we hear that in the future a towering memorial will be a silent yet speaking witness to Jewish fulfillment of duty, Jewish blood sacrifice, Jewish honor at this very site.  A huge memorial, which owes its existence to the exemplary initiative of the Israelite religious community of the Meuse department, will rise near Douaumont, west of the cemetery, facing east, for marriages and in remembrance of the Jews who fell for France.

The memorial, which is already being built, was designed by an old front-line soldier, the architect Geo Stern.  It has the shape of a huge wall, 30 m long and 7 m high; at its front are the two tablets of the law with the 10 commandments.

This memorial will thus look down silently on the greatest battlefield in history, on which 400,000 heroes fell for their fatherland.

Inside, each of the 10,000 names of the Jews who fell for France will be carved in the stone and illuminated by the glow of an eternal lamp.

Edmond Fleg, the well-known Jewish-French writer, calls the memorial “worthy of those who, in defending France, also defended our honor at the cost of their lives.”

In this spirit, French Jewry proudly remembers its sons who fell for their fatherland.  And we, the Jewish front-line soldiers of the old German army, who on the other side, in the trenches opposite, took part in the defense of our homeland with our lives and bodies, we visit this silent and yet so convincing memorial at Douaumont with awe-struck hearts.

It looks down on the graves at a place of world history, where German and French soldiers, German and French Jews among them, are laid to eternal rest, just as the bullet, the grenade, the gas struck them back then.  Where human voices are silent, this Jewish memorial speaks; speaks the word of God from the Ten Commandments, which were proclaimed to mankind by Israel…


Wahrzeichen jüdischer Ehre
Das Mahnmal am Douaumont

Der Schild
August 7, 1936

Number 32

Erst kürzlich haben sich – wir lasen es in den Zeitungen – auf den Schlachtfeldern von Verdun ehemalige Frontkämpfer der beteiligten Armeen getroffen und Worte der Achtung vor dem einstigen Gegner, Worte der Kameradschaft und Bekenntnisse zu einem ehrenvollen Frieden an dieser, durch unendliche Ströme kostbaten Blutes geweihten Stätte gewechselt.  Und nun hören wir, dass künftig an eben dieser Stätte ein – ragendes Ehrenmal stummer und doch sprechender Zeuge jüdischer Pflichterfüllung, jüdischen Blutopfers, jüdischer Ehre sein wird.  Ein gewaltiges-Mahnmal, des seine Entstehung der vorbildlichen Initiative der Israelitischen Kultusgemeinschaft des Departments Meuse verdankt, wird sich bei Douaumont, westlich des Gräberfelds, mit Front nach Osten, erheben, zu Ehen und zur Erinnerung an die für Frankreich gefallenen Juden.

Der Entwurf des Ehrenmals, das sich bereits in Ausführung befindet, stammt von einem alten Frontkampfer, dem Architekten Geo Stern.  Es hat die Gestalt einer gewaltigen Mauer, die 30 m lang und 7 m hoch ist; an ihrer Stirnseite befinden sich die beiden Gesetzestafeln mit den 10 Geboten.

So wird dieses Ehrenmal auf das gröszte Schlachtfeld, das die Geschichte kennt und auf dem 400 000 Helden für das Vaterland gefallen sind, still berniederschauen.

Im Innern wird jeder der 10 000 Namen der für Frankreich gefallenen Juden in den Stein gemeisselt und vom Schimmer de ewigen Lampe bestrahlt sein.

Edmond Fleg, der bekannte jüdsich-französische Schriftsteller, nennt das Erinnerungsmal „würdig derer, die, indem sie Frankreich verteidigten, gleichzeitig unsere Ehre mit dem Preise ihres Lebens verteidigt haben“

In diesem Geiste gedenkt Frankreichs Judentum stolz seiner für ihr Vaterland gefallenen Söhne.  Und wir jüdischen Frontsoldaten der alten deutschen Armee, die wir auf der anderen Seite, in den Gräben gegenüber, mit Leib und Leben an der Verteidigung unseres Heimatlandes teilnahmen, wir grossen dieses stumme und doch so überzeugende Mahnmal am Douaumont-ehrfürchtig bewegten Herzens.

Es blickt an weltgeschichtlicher Stätte auf die Gräberfelder herab, zu denen deutsche und französische Soldaten, deutsche und französische Juden unter ihnen, zur ewigen Ruhe gebettet sind, wie die Kugel, die Granate, das Gas sie damals getroffen.  Wo Menschenstimmen schweigen, spricht dieses jüdische Mahnmal, spricht das Wort Gottes aus den Zehn Geboten, die durch Israel der Menschheit verkündet wurden…

Here’s an overview of how to access Der Schild at Goethe University, excerpted from my post “Infantry Against Tanks: A German Jewish Soldier at Cambrai, November, 1917“, of September 9, 2017.  (It certainly seems to have come in handy, just over seven years later!)

“Stories and depictions of World War One combat, composed both during and after the “Great War”, are abundantly available in print and on the web. 

“A fascinating source of such accounts – but even moreso a source particularly; poignantly ironic – is the newspaper Der Schild, which was published by the association of German-Jewish war veterans, the “Reichsbundes Jüdischer Frontsoldaten”, from January of 1922 through late 1938, the latter date paralleling the disbandment of the RjF.  Der Schild is available as 35mm microfilm at the Dorot Jewish Division of the New York Public Library, and in digital format through Goethe University Frankfurt am Main.  

“The screen-shot below shows the Goethe University’s catalog entry for Der Schild, which allows for immediate and direct access of the library’s holdings of the newspaper.  All years of the publication, with the exception of 1924, are available; all as PDFs. 

“Of equal (greater?!) importance, accessing digital holdings is as simple as it is intuitive (and easy, too!)  In effect and intent, this is a very well designed website!  This is shown through this screen-shot, presenting holdings of Der Schild for 1933. 

“The total digitized holdings of Der Schild in the Goethe University’s collection comprise approximately 530 issues.  “Gaps” do exist, with 1922 comprising only four issues (9, 10, 13, and 14) and 1923 comprising three issues (14, 15, and 17).  However, holdings for all years commencing with 1925 are – I believe – complete, through the final issue (number 44, published November 4, 1938).

“Not unexpectedly, Der Schild’s content sheds fascinating and retrospectively haunting light on Jewish life in Germany during the 1920s and 1930s; on Jewish genealogy; on the military service of German Jews (not only in the First World War but the Franco-Prussian War as well), often focusing on Jewish religious services at “the Front”, rather than “combat”, per se (see the issue of April 3, 1936, with its cover article “Pesach vor Verdun”); on occasion about Jewish military service in the Allied nations during “The Great War”(1); on Jewish history, literature, and religion; on Jewish life and Jewish news outside of Germany.

“There is much to be explored.”

References

Bund jüdischer Soldaten (YouTube Channel)

Der Schild (digital version) (at Goethe University Frankfurt website)

Reichsbund jüdischer Frontsoldaten (at Wikipedia)

Vaterländischer Bund jüdischer Frontsoldaten (Patriotic Union of Jewish Front-Line Soldiers”)