Stalag Luft 1 POW book with Ace pilot Gabreski sig!

[LuftStalg1]

Recently picked up this book, nothing rare as I have a couple of the same book already but wanted it for the Gabby Gabreski autograph and the other data hand written inside. Well imagine my surprise when I was researching the other two signatures and find that the “Tom Griffin” signature was for Thomas Carson Griffin of the Doolittle raiders! I found a couple of Tom Griffins but I did a comparison of his autographs over the years and it matches his later life signature.

 

Thinking the other two autographs were of fellow Stalag Luft 1 ex-pow’s as Gabreski was it turns out they were both Stalag Luft 3 Ex-POW’s. So I suppose the autographs were from a POW get together in 1995 and not just for SL1 POW’s as I had suspected. Not what I was looking for as I am desperate for SL1 data but a nice surprise none the less!

[clsspace]

Have you seen this before? Lt. Stark the loser was was with the 82nd fighter Squadron, 78th fighter Group.

 

The Bet at Barth - A Christmas Story

 

by: Earl Wasson - 466th Bomb Group - ex-POW - Barth, Germany

 

In war-time, a place called Barth was Hell. It was a prisoner of war camp located only a few miles south of the Baltic Sea in Northern Germany. Downed aircrews were interned there after having been shot down and captured by the enemy. Ten thousand were held there as prisoners.

 

The camp was divided into four administrative compounds with 2,500 airmen in each unit. These “guests of the Germans” were elite quality men – leaders and brave American youths. They had been effective in their aerial combat activity against Nazi Germany.

 

But now, their role had dramatically changed. Internment brought suffering beyond belief; the unending frigid weather, the unpredictable behavior of the guards. Inadequate food, lice, sickness, boredom, death by starvation or by exposure, was their unchanging agenda. Yet there were times when the spirits of the Prisoners of War were lifted. It was always through their own methods of creativity and ingenious that this happened.

 

One on-going “high” occurred when each new contingent of “guests” arrived in the camp. Up-to-date uncensored information became immediately available. The reports brought in by these new POW’s gave fresh, unbiased running accounts of how the war was progressing on both the Eastern Front with the Russians and on the Western Front.

 

The increasing numbers of bombers and fighters appearing in the air overhead brought silent but exuberant joy and hope to Barth’s imprisoned. As optimism flourished small group conversation centered on the war’s end and their freedom. Liberation was on everyone’s lips. The war was indeed winding down! Talk of being home for Christmas became a Utopian Dream.

 

Although all embraced the Dream, not all were optimistic. This difference in opinion brought about the “Bet at Barth”. A wager was on. New life came to the camp. But what was there to wager!? There was no money, no freedom of 3-day passes to London, no material possessions for the loser to forfeit, no points or promotions to be gained or lost.

 

In a heated conversation two men got carried away in their claims. An optimistic airman bet a pessimistic one on the following terms. “If we aren’t home by Christmas, I will kiss your a** before the whole group formation right after head-count on Christmas morning.” They shook hands. The bet was on!

 

Well, the optimist hadn’t counted on the Battle of the Bulge in early December. Consequently, the war was prolonged and they were still in Barth on Christmas Day, 1944. Christmas morning was cold, there was snow on the ground and frigid air was blowing in off the Baltic Sea. The body count for the compound began, each man was counted off. ein…, zwei…,drei…, vier…,funf…,sechs…, sieben…,acht…

 

Under ordinary circumstances, when the counting was completed and the German guards were satisfied that everyone was accounted for, the group split up and everyone went to their barracks. But this time, everybody stayed in formation. The two betting “Kriegies” walked out of the formation and went into the barracks. No one else moved! The guards were puzzled They didn’t know what was going on.

 

Soon, the two men came back out of the barracks. One was carrying a bucket of water with a towel over the other arm. The second one marched to the front of the formation, turned his back toward the assembled troops and guards, pulled down his pants and stooped over. The other took the towel, dipped it in the soapy water and washed his posterior. The whole formation was standing there looking and laughing. The German guards and dignitaries of Barth stood gazing in amazement, they didn’t know what was going on. Then the optimist bent over and kissed his opponent on the rear! A mighty cheer went up from over 2,000 men. Then the puzzled guards joined in the fun.

 

Nothing changed on Christmas day – the same black bread and thin soup, sparse and flavorless. As evening fell, the weather worsened, the barracks were cold, the last of the daily allotted coal briquettes were reduced to nothing but white ash. Boredom was setting in and the prisoners anticipated another long miserable night. Suddenly, the door opened…a voice shouted, “The curfew has been lifted for tonight! We’re going to have a Christmas service over in the next compound.” The weather was bitterly cold, the new fallen snow crunched under the feet of the men as they quickly shuffled towards their congregating comrades in the distance.

 

The nightly curfew always kept men inside – this Christmas night’s reprieve allowed them to be outside after dark for the first time. Above, the stars were shining brightly and were high in the northern skies; the dim flicker of Aurora Borealis added a magical touch as the troops assembled. Gratitude was felt in their hearts… a lone singer led out with one of the world’s most familiar and loved carols. Others joined in and soon there was joyful worship ringing throughout the camp.

Silent night! Holy night!

All is calm, all is bright…

The German guards marching their assigned beats stopped in their tracks... they turned their heads toward the music. The words were unfamiliar but they recognized the tune…after all, Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht was composed by a German. They loosened up, smiled, and joined in the celebration; the praise became bilingual.

 

Round yon virgin mother and Child

Cinsam wacht nurdas traute hoch heilige Paar

 

Holy Infant so tender and mild

Holder Knabe im lockigen Hoiar

 

Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.

Schlaf in himmlischer ruh! Schlaf in himmlischer ruh.

 

The Bet at Barth had paid off. Everyone had won! As the words of the carol rang in their hearts, there was a literal fulfillment. Tonight they would sleep in peace. War and internment did not have the power to destroy the meaning and beauty of this special day.

 

The Betters:

Winner - 2nd Lt. Stanley M. Johnson of Port Allegany, PA

Loser - 2nd Lt. Richard D. Stark of Tampa, FL.

Location: North 2 Compound of Stalag Luft I

[5thwingmarty]

Do you have the book "Behind Barbed Wire"?

 

Also, a friend of mine was a "guest" there for 13 months. If you would like to talk to him send me a PM and I will help you get in touch with him.

 

Marty

[LuftStalg1]

clsspace: I know the story well but have not seen that picture. Thanks for posting it!

 

Marty: I do have the book, that is actually what I started my list with that has now grown to over 11,000 members. I would love to speak with him sometime! I will shoot you a PM, Thanks!

 

Mark

[Dudrop]

Hello LuftStalg1,

 

Do you have any information about the Germans test flying a jet from the airfield near the POW camp? I have talked with a couple of POW who mentioned it.

 

Any information about a P38 or some other allied plane attacking the flak school and the allied being shot down?

 

Any information about tunnels ? How deep and how narrow were these tunnels?

 

Thanks

 

John

[38Driver]

A similar bet took place in the RAF compound at Stalag Luft III regarding the war being over by Christmas. F/L Tom Slack, a Spitfire pilot from 41 Squadron had arrived in late August of 44. He told the other POWs that he'd run the camp wire perimeter track naked if the war wasn't over by then.

 

Tom reported that the others were gracious enough to allow him running shoes and a hat, along with a ribbon tied around a rapidly shrinking part of his anatomy as he ran.

[wcdino685]

Just found a CAVU class 44-F Yearbook that has "The Betters: Winner - 2nd Lt. Stanley M. Johnson of Port Allegany, PA" in it.

[Bob Hudson]

what does the cover of the book look like

[wcdino685]