Last week i had the opportunity to talk with a german/austrian born in 1938 in Böhmen, today part of the Czech Republic. Listening to him was really scary, he was the first survivor of ww2 i was able to talk in person.
He grew up in a more or less wealthy wine farmer family. his village was a hundred percent german but they had a long partnership with their czech neighbours. at the end of the war his 30y old mother took care of the farm and the three children. they had no knowledge of the whereabouts of their father.
late in the war they were hearing the front coming close. when the russians took over the village they were lucky that the big house was chosen as the quarter of a red army major. one night some soldiers tried to rape the mother. when the major noticed this he pulled out his gun and pointed it on the head of one of those soldiers. from then on they were save from harm.
at some nights the soviet major took the family on the balcony to show and explain them the artillery fire. during the day the villagers digged ditches in the village park. soldiers from both sides were thrown into those. the guy who told me all of this still remembers the destroyed bodies and at burned pilot that were buried there. when the war moved away the red army exhumed the bodies with with excavators for registration. again the boy was witnessing destroyed and burned bodies.
one night in 1946 an official informed them that all german had to leave the country. they had to pack up within 24 hours and assemble on the village square. 20kg per person was allowed for transport. his young mother had to organise packing and took care of three kids and a grandmother. they were brought to München via Prague. there they lived very poor for the first years. the place where they were brought too was less evolved than the village they were deported from. but as they had almost nothing to bring with them, they were looked as poor poeple. they did not have shoes but harsh winters. when confirmation came the priest organised his first pair of shoes in the west. nevertheless the guy told me that the integration of half a million refugees in a war torn Bayern was an incredible achievement.
after some years their father was released from prison in Belgrade. with some luck he was able to locate his family and to reunite. during the nineties the family recieved 15'000 mark for their big farm and land. the village now is almost ruined. the czechoslovaks forced gypsies to settle there. they did not have the knowledge to produce wine so this culture died there.
Germany and the czech republic still aren't able to discuss this topic. this guy does not want to go back, nor does he want the 'new' inhabitans to leave the place they were forced to live in. he told me that only time will solve this: when all witnesses and claims are gone. he feels for the palestinians that still remember the places they grew up.
listening to him, the way he discribed the pain of loss, the mass of killed soldiers made me a think about my hobby..
Very interesting. Thanks for sharing, Keunert.
Yes, thank you for sharing. It definitely brings up the saying that 'every action has a reaction.' My mother's family (both parents) are from Poland and while I was born and raised in America, my grandmother tells me stories of how her grandparents went through much of the same during/after WWI.
Thanks for sharing that, Keunert. Yes, our hobby has a dark history. But it's like going to see a movie - just because you see a vampire movie doesn't mean you want to be one (well, most of us anyway).
Learning the history is good. We stand a better chance of not repeating it.
I wouldn't mind being a vampire. My existence wouldn't change much.
But at least I exist. I thank my Great Grandparents for emigrating to the US. If they didn't, there is a 2 out of 3 chance that I would not exist at all. Not great odds.
Quote from: Gusington on February 08, 2012, 10:31:18 AM
I wouldn't mind being a vampire. My existence wouldn't change much.
But at least I exist. I thank my Great Grandparents for emigrating to the US. If they didn't, there is a 2 out of 3 chance that I would not exist at all. Not great odds.
There's a guy at my local game store who has a similar history. He refuses to play anything German or German-esque. I can't say I blame him. He probably wonders a bit about me because I'm playing the Germans in Flames of War and the Prussians in Dystopian Wars (yes, I know, I'll get you some pics here soon).
The ability to separate the horrors of the past from a pastime is the key, though for some I certainly can respect why they would avoid taking the Germans' side.
^It gets more complicated for me since I am partially German ethnically. There are many things I like about what is perceived as 'German-ness.' But of course looming over it all is, well you know.
I have no problem playing as Germans or Austrians in games til around 1932 or so. Then it gets...difficult. Maybe that's why I am fascinated by WWI so much. Less evil than what came after.
You are one complex guy Gus - technically you're an ethnically German vampire who likes WWI wargames .....as Sheldon would say "fascinating"
Quote from: LongBlade on February 08, 2012, 12:33:22 PM
Quote from: Gusington on February 08, 2012, 10:31:18 AM
I wouldn't mind being a vampire. My existence wouldn't change much.
But at least I exist. I thank my Great Grandparents for emigrating to the US. If they didn't, there is a 2 out of 3 chance that I would not exist at all. Not great odds.
There's a guy at my local game store who has a similar history. He refuses to play anything German or German-esque. I can't say I blame him. He probably wonders a bit about me because I'm playing the Germans in Flames of War and the Prussians in Dystopian Wars (yes, I know, I'll get you some pics here soon).
The ability to separate the horrors of the past from a pastime is the key, though for some I certainly can respect why they would avoid taking the Germans' side.
I've known European immigrants who refuse to buy Volkswagens, BMWs, etc. A guy I knew in university was almost disowned by his parents when he bought a 2nd hand Jetta.
I've owned two VWs and loved them both. My Grandfather owned a Beetle! But he was hesitant to buy a Japanese car and he didn't have any experience in the Pacific. Everyone's different.
MIGMaster - you're telling me. Let me tell you about my relationship with my Dad one day :)
Quote from: Gusington on February 08, 2012, 08:36:08 PM
I've owned two VWs and loved them both. My Grandfather owned a Beetle! But he was hesitant to buy a Japanese car and he didn't have any experience in the Pacific. Everyone's different.
MIGMaster - you're telling me. Let me tell you about my relationship with my Dad one day :)
Only if you let Migsy tell you about his dad!!! ::)
Yeah, my Old Man is sort of a study in conflict theory ! He worked in Corrections for 30 years. He started back when they used to strap inmates down and "paddle" them with a big wooden oar-like device. He also used to work on a K-9 unit at a big old max security stone prison called Dorchester - now as a result he hates both inmates and dogs. He is so far right he makes the staunchest conservative look like a pinko dope smokin' commie.
Didn't Dorchester have a massive riot in the early 1980s? What kind of dogs did your Dad work with Migs?
Who you callin' a pinko dope smokin' commie?
Yeah Gus there were some serious riots there from the 1960's into the 80's. The Old Man transferred out to Springhill
(where we live - the Town, not in the prison ;) ) in '68 or '69 I believe. The Springhill Penn didn't open until 1966. But there were some very disturbing events that happened in Dorchester during and after his time there.
When I got out of university I worked as a museum tour guide and one of the older ladies that worked there had a husband that was taken hostage in the last riot there. The inmates let on they were going to kill them multiple times putting knives to their throats, etc...He made it out ok, but he was became totally unwired afterwords. He couldnt function at all - even years later he was still just like a zombie. The other hostage was killed when a SWAT team blew in the barricades the inmates had put up during a recsue attempt.
For dogs they generally only had German Shepards. The dogs were rained as search dogs for escape and riot control. The Correctional Service shut-down all their dog teams in the early 70's and used RCMP K-9 units instead.
So once again we've come full circle to the German thing ! :)
^Wow. I'll make sure not to introduce your Dad to my dog. That is some crazy stuff.
I know I've seen some clips of some of the Dorchester prison riots on tv. There was one clip where almost the entire prison was out of control and some inmates went up to the roof and threw all kinds of crap down on the police and guards, it looked like Bedlam.
The coolest story Dad ever told me was that one day when they came on shift and they suspected there was going to be "trouble" The warden lined up all the guards and informed them that "No one goes over the wire. I expect all inmates to be dropped on this side of the fence." Later that day they did have trouble, but it was after my Old Man's shift. They put one guard up in the rafters above all of the tiers with a shotgun and a army issue kit bag full of shotgun shells. I guess he tamed things down very quickly.
Well, that would do it, wouldn't it?
Ah....the good ole days when inmates were targets and not mis-understood social deviants created by a poor upbringing.... makes me kinda misty
Migsy are you a cop or a corrections officer? Neither?
I'm a Casework Supervisor for Income Assistance. Been with them in different capacities for little over 20 yrs now. 40Cent and I started around the same time. Before that I used to work with young offenders in an open custody half-way house for about 2 yrs. I ran some re-integration training for inmates with 100 days or less in the local provincial jail for about 3 years as a contract job on the side and up until about 2 years ago, I used to do some employment and training sessions with the guys doing federal time at the Springhill institution.
I'm so damaged from working with social miscreants for so long, I could never function in a "normal"workplace ;)
Well, that explains why you like us so much.
It's not often that I find a place where I fit in ;D
Sounds like 'interesting' work as long as you get some respect, Migs. If you've been doing it for 20 years then I guess it can't be that bad eh?
The "It's not that bad" factor is directly proportional to the amount of meds I can access :o
^You are a dangerous man.
Thank You - I think ???
Quote from: MIGMaster on February 11, 2012, 11:30:38 AM
Thank You - I think ???
I could tell stories... but that works both ways.