Wolfert: Nazis run gantlet of gunfire form own officers to surrender
Escape in dead of night to give up; some killed on way to U.S. lines
By Ira Wolfert, North American Newspaper Alliance
With the U.S. infantry outside Saint-Lô, France – (July 13, delayed)
Finally, about one o’clock this morning an end we all had been hoping for came. There was no moon at the time but there was a kind of pearly quality to the darkness, and when something stood up in the open field you could make out the shape. Anyway, you could tell whether it was a man or tank.
There had been an air raid a mile or so back; then the Germans had laid in some shells to keep us awake, and our boys talked back for quite a while to show them we were awake. But now there is the quiet you get in a field at night when, no matter how soft you try to make your breathing, you can still hear your breath making a tickling little noise as it crawls in and out of your nose.
A Nebraska boy on outpost duty lay in a hole under a hedge chewing cigarette tobacco to give himself the feeling of having a smoke. There was an open field in front of him, boxed in all around by hedges. Suddenly the voice he wanted to hear and has been waiting for through the long, long dangerous day spoke up from the hedge beyond and to the right.
“Kamerad!” it said. “Nicht schießen!”
There was a rapid, excited panting for breath. “Halt!” our boy cried, and the cigarette tobacco sprayed out of his mouth in the excitement and clung like hair to his lips. “Halt! You–!” he cried.
Cry heard again
“Kamerad! Kamerad! Bitte nicht schießen (Friend! Friend! Please don’t shoot)” the voice repeated.
The Cornhusker’s finger was on the trigger of his rifle but he couldn’t see anything to shoot at except the hedges, and he thought a long time about what to say next, listening, as he thought, to the German tale coming in a rapid, begging, panting breathless voice and trying to pick out a word that would make sense to him.
“Hands up!” he said finally. “Get out in the open with your hands up!”
Big, baggy shapes
The German passed the word to his companions. He was the interpreter. “Hands hop,” he said excitedly. “Die hands hoch.”
He came out from the hedge and stood in the open field, a black, baggy shape in the pearl-colored darkness, trembling and crouched over a little, trying to plead with hands clasped behind his head.
Then another shape came out from the hedge behind him, and a third and a fourth, and still more, all baggy and black-looking and all crouched over pleadingly.
“He’s brought the whole damn Hitler army with him,” the Nebraskan shouted, and for a moment in that dim field it really looked that way. It really looked to his excited eyes like the beaten-up pulp of a gutted army, but it turned out to be only seven boys led by a 19-year-old German corporal from Carlsbad serving his Führer as a rifleman.
Psychological warfare
The corporal had sampled some of our psychological warfare put out by a mobile radio broadcasting company, a combined British and American unit which had won medals for itself by talking some 2,200 Germans into coming out of their tunnels and forts in Cherbourg.
The situation here is quite different from Cherbourg and much indicative of the breakdown in morale, at least in that part of the German Army now fighting on the Cherbourg Peninsula.
At Cherbourg, the Germans were surrounded and had no hope of being rescued to fight again for their Führer. Here the rear was open for a retreat if the German command would permit it.
In this case our psychological warfare, aided by our crushing weight of firepower, talked the Germans into defying the orders of their Nazi masters and into running away from the bullets shot at them by their officers and into the American bullets in order to surrender.
Some are Poles
In all, 18 men gave themselves up in the early hours of this morning. Some of them are Poles, but most are Germans. How many more were killed trying to do so is not yet known, but there must have been many, for each of these 18 was shot at by his own officers on his way to us.
How many more Germans want to surrender but are afraid to walk the dangerous path to our lines is also not yet known, but the prisoners I spoke to as they came in all said that whole companies would surrender if they could find a way to do so.
That seems to be the problem to work out a path along with the Germans may surrender. And until this is worked out the fighting here will continue to be the hard, slow work of hopping from hedge to hedge. The Nazi’s best chance for life is to fight off our assault, and these beaten-up, sagging bags of Nazi “supermen” that we are fighting here want to keep on living. Oh, yes, that is very high on their minds – to keep on living.