Conditions in Germany were, at that time, were chaotic because
you had the people coming in now from the, from the west. There
were constant air attacks going on, as our forces were attacking
the, the German forces and now we were being marched back into
Germany again, further, deeper in to Germany, to be held as
hostages. At any rate, on the first day of this march, together
with two other chaps, during . . . we'd been marching
all day, from about eight in the morning, (inaudible) mid
afternoon, late afternoon. And we'd been halted alongside fields
and so on. So that people could relieve themselves and so on.
Together with two other chaps, we escaped from the march and the
march carried on. So it wasn't like 'the great escape' with a
tunnel. What we did in fact was, we'd found there was a trench,
that had been used to store, the previous autumn I suppose, store
potatoes, kind of a potato clamp. And there was a lot of loose
earth and, there. And we dug ourselves in. And the march,
marched away from us, leaving us there. So we were now on the
loose. And I guess it started about the most bizarre, 14 days
of my life because we were recaptured again twice. We were
let go once. And on the other occasion, we were abandoned,
because we had been recaptured, in fact, by a group of what were
Hitler youth and what they called Volkstrum, like the British
home guard. And we had been recaptured and handed over at a
little town called Amelinghausen and handed over to the
authorities there, who first of all lined us up against the wall
and made like they were going to shoot us, which they didn't. But
they handed us over to a anti-aircraft battery, that was run by
a Luftwaffe, pilot actually, who he'd lost an arm in, in Russia.
And while we were there, they were several attacks on the local
community by RAF rocket firing Typhoons. And the guns on the
battery that we were on, were firing against them. And we were
there, standing there with him, you know while this was going on.
But then they, after the second night, when we got up the second
day, we found that the guns had all moved out and they'd left us.
So we were loose, on the loose again. And as I say it was a
bizarre period of life for me. And then, there was a British
scout car came through. And we kind of made ourselves known to
him, you know, waving, pointing to our RAF type. We didn't have
very good uniforms on, but it was still blue. And he stopped and
put us in touch with, by radio, but he put us in touch with some
other advancing British people, who then the following day, came
and gathered us up and gave us food and so on. And we felt that
we're, you know, that we're, we're now back on our own side.