Stalag 357 - Long March
Posted 04 March 2010 - 06:24 PM
RAF Commands 1939 - 1945 shows that 1509811 Price F T was in Camp 357 at Kopernikus.
The story handed down about this family member is that he was shot down and captured and was in Stalag Luft 3 and that just before the end of the war the POWs were being led away by the Germans from the advancing allies on what became known as the ‘Long March’. American aircraft mistook them all for Germans and Frederick was wounded. The casualties were taken to the Russian sector and they would not release them to the British. Frederick had his leg amputated there and the next day he died.
This story may be incorrect about the POW camp but it appears that he was part of a march away from advancing allies, he was injured as a result of friendly fire and that he did die in a Russian military hospital/medical unit.
Can anyone give me any information as to how I can research this further?
Posted 04 April 2010 - 02:30 AM
He said very little about his exploits in the Stalag, but I wonder if you have looked at the web site for this camp - strikes me it may be of help.
If you have already checked it please forgive my intrusion.
Edited by cliffx, 04 April 2010 - 02:31 AM.
Posted 04 April 2010 - 09:59 AM
The same Rank is given in the 1945 Lists
Posted 04 April 2010 - 11:38 AM
Is the Stalag Luft 6 web site referred to the Wartime Memoriesw Project at The Wartime Memories Project - STALAG LUFT 6 POW Camp or is there another.
Is the information that Price was at Stalag Luft 6 from information accessible on the web. The only list of RAF prisoners I know of is Air Force POW index
Posted 04 April 2010 - 11:53 AM
A recent enquirey into a P.O.W. who was listed as Luft 3 has proved the records in his case to be inaccurate by information from the report he made when Liberated. He was in Colditz.
Posted 05 April 2010 - 08:53 PM
My father was shot down in 1941 and was held for a time in L6 and 357 and was at Gresse. He never discussed the horrors of that day with us but sixty years had passed when he met a fellow POW by accident and the memory of Gresse reduced him to tears - the only time I saw my father cry.
Posted 07 April 2010 - 03:47 PM
The second list, containing F.T. Price's name (marked "seriously injured") is entitled "List of men taken to hospital with injuries following a/c attack at Gresse" and has about 30 names, nowhere as detailed as the first list.
Posted 10 April 2010 - 07:20 PM
I would be interested to see your lists, particularly the one which contains the names of the injured. Is there any chance you can provide a link or upload a scan. Many thanks.
Posted 10 April 2010 - 07:39 PM
It tells how once the Typhoon attack was over the injured were collected from the fields and placed on the grass verge. Then they were taken by cart to the cottage hospital at Boizenburg. At the beginning of May half a dozen men of the 6th Airborne Division crossed the Elbe by dinghy. The first person they met was a elderly German lady who told them that there were English prisoners in the hospital. One of the first liberated was a Stan Brooks who was quick to tell his rescuers "For God's sake don't do anything to this staff, they have been absolutely wonderful, the German Army doctors have been wonderful too, please don't touch them."
Posted 10 April 2010 - 09:33 PM
As you say the name Price is on the List of those seriously wounded. The dead were not all British though.
Apparently the list was compiled by W/O. Mogg of the R.A.F.
Edited by ADM199, 11 April 2010 - 07:37 AM.
Posted 12 April 2010 - 01:00 PM
Posted 17 February 2012 - 04:44 PM
I am trying to trace what happened to Corporal John Roberston, of Cameron Highlanders, who was in Stalag 357 at the end of the war. He was eventually found by the Red Cross in Odessa in very bad health. I wonder if he was one of those injured in the air attack incident.
Posted 13 May 2013 - 11:33 AM
Dad was on this march from Fallingbostel and wrote in his book 'Of Stirlings and Stalags: an airgunner's tale' -
"I think it was on the morning of 19th that we marched off on a bright, sunny day. We were stopped for a break under an avenue of trees and a little way ahead was a truck of the Swedish Red Cross, and we understood a new route had been organised. It had a consignment of American parcels aboard and we were issued one whole parcel each. There was no surprise as to the contents, as we knew well that each parcel contained a couple of packs of Camels or similar American cigarettes - and a good block of chocolate. Happily we settled down beside the hedgerows, opened the parcels and took out the chocolate and cigarettes. Most of us just had a couple of pieces of chocolate and put the rest away, and started to smoke a whole cigarette, the first in many months. I have to say that first cigarette after so long made me feel quite dizzy.
Overhead was the usual sound of the RAF fighters but, suddenly, the sound changed to show acceleration and diving. I heard the sound of machine gun or shell fire. I was on the field side of the hedge and saw rocket firing Typhoons swooping onto us and the realisation struck home that we were the target of a squadron. I still had a homemade pack on my back and, in one movement, I dived over the hedge into the ditch on the other side and crouched behind the bole of a tree. I saw one man run into the field waving a RAF overcoat which had a white blanket like liner. He was hit, and others, too. Some of whom caught a packet diving for the ditch. Many of the casualties were in that ditch, but without the benefit of the bole of a tree. One of the fighters throttled right back and climbed. The next plane came low and slow abreast of us and had a good look. The next wiggled his wings as in greeting before the whole squadron flew away. It was almost as though one of the pilots had believed something was wrong.
There were many casualties, and there were amazing escapes. One man was unscathed but a bullet had gone through his pack and punctured a tin of sardines in tomato sauce - not a pretty sight. But there were some horrible sights. Rocket explosions had literally blown bodies apart, and one of the guards was standing as a scorched and very badly burnt body which fell apart when he was touched. We all helped as best we were able without first aid facilities, and it was not easy to move without seeing a blown off limb and even a severed head. The wounded were taken to a nearby cottage hospital where the staff did what little they could for them, irrespective of nationality. A Pastor from a local church held a non-denominational burial service for the dead which I think was twenty nine.
Dixie had been able to keep in touch with the columns from 357 by cycling between them accompanied by one of the censors, Dolmetcher ‘Charlie’ Gumbach. Dixie was in the uniform of a Warrant Officer of the RAF, with his wings for all to see, and it was necessary for Charlie to be able to vouch for him. It was by these means Dixie was able to pass on to us the war news from the canary, which, on the march was hidden in mess tins.
Dixie now obtained from the Commandant permission to pass through the German front line and enter British lines to seek aid for the injured in the cottage hospital, accompanied by a German. Charlie volunteered to go with Dixie on the mission, the result of which could not be foretold. They set off on their cycles and successfully made the British lines. The British wanted to take Charlie into custody as a prisoner, but Dixie would have none of that. I guess they had become friends during their travels, having faced danger together. Dixie struggled to overcome lower regimental levels and finally reached Lt. General Barker. He showed Barker the position of the hospital on a map, also the positions of our columns. He was advised that a cross should be shown on the ground wherever we stayed. He assured Dixie there would be no further attacks on our men and made plans for the early release of the injured in the hospital, which was done as a matter of priority.
Finally, he agreed that Dixie and Charlie should return to the marching columns, and both were welcomed back as heroes after such a dangerous double journey through the fluid fighting lines.
Later, one of our men was at an aerodrome waiting for transport back home when he was in conversation with a Canadian Wing Commander who was interested in his life as a Kregie. He mentioned his anger at having been shot up by a squadron of Typhoons and about thirty had been killed. ‘Oh God!’ said the Wing Commander, ‘I was commanding that raid!’ - whereupon he broke down.
Our escorts were quite as puzzled by the attack as we were, but they made enquiries in the area and discovered that Panzer tanks had spent the previous night beneath that same avenue of trees and that our movements must have alerted the fliers that the Panzers were still there."
I don't know if this information is helpful to anyone with regards this terrible event.
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