The German Soldier smell

[Harry Ree]

According to reports,the Germans use of leather with their uniform resulted in an odour of sweaty leather being present on the person.

I remember groundsheets having a particularly smell such when frequent use of them passed the odour on to the person.Its a smell I remember whenever I get a whiff of groundsheets or something similar.

[marcus69x]

I read somewhere that they had a strong smell of tobacco too. maybe it was the type of baccy they used.

[4th wilts]

i got a barbour jacket which i used to check my snares with.i used to use a wax on it,which stank like hell when it rained.maybe similar smell.yours,4th wilts.

[Trincomalee]

And in those days we didn't eat garlic !

[Marina]

There was somehting about this on the GWF once. There the belief was that the smell came from the stuff they cleaned their boots with.

[T. A. Gardner]

The Smithsonian Museum has noted the unique smell of German aircraft during restoration too. Apparently, it is simply a national characteristic. I suspect it is a matter of a people having common diet, bathing habits, and social characteristics that causes it. I would also posit that there are other nations that have similar characteristics due to the same reasons.

[Ron Goldstein]

One of the lesser virtues of, let's face it, getting old, is one's automatic response of "that reminds me" to something you have just read.

Smell, did you say?.....That reminds me .........................

I know that Sapper will bear me out when I say that one of the less pleasurable memories of life in the line was the un-mistakeable and un-forgettable smell of death....cloying, sweet, and even nausea evoking.

On the BBC Archives I posted this small item about life in Sicily in August 1943

We'd been driving North and pulled off the road at nightfall. Our resting place was in a small park and as I drove the truck in I felt it go over a heavy bump. Because I'd been seeing bodies all day I knew instinctively that we'd parked on top of a corpse but I was too shattered to alter the truck's position and we so we stayed where we were. I was on duty on the set all night and the smell got progressively worse.

When morning came I finally investigated under the truck and found to my relief that all we'd done was to park on top of a pile of horse manure.

I can still remember the pong!

[sapper]

War! Bloody War!
It stinks!

One of my abiding memories, is that of incredible noise, heavy battleships were firing over our heads into the Enemy areas, the noise, as the shells screamed overhead plus the noise of our artillery and mortars gave me a headache so bad that I was glad to move forward. As we moved inland and captured enemy gun positions we were surprised to find just how efficient the Germans were, they had oil paintings near their guns with a panoramic picture of the country side and with all the ranges laid out in detail

This part of Normandy is a mixture of corn fields and "Bocage" little fields with sunken lanes and high dense hedges, undulating and twisting dusty roads with trees and lots of cover, for the infantry, a nightmare, and for the Enemy, a fortress easy to defend. At times the fire was intense, without our "Foxholes" we would not have lasted, and a terrible price was paid for each move forward, Every yard had to be fought for, It was now, that we quickly learned to be Veterans!,

There is nothing like the threat of death to instruct one in what is necessary to survive. One always had the smell of death, it was with you continually, the sweet sickly smell of death, Humans, and animals, bloated, with their legs stuck stiffly in the air, our soldiers did not always get buried, dead cattle were a continuing problem, the stench was overpowering and the sound of wounded cattle in pain was pitiful. I still have a picture in my memory of the pale orange coloured faces of those recently killed, they quickly bloated and then turned black as corruption overtook them. I hated the sound of spandau fire, it always reminded me of someone tearing a dry bit of canvas. The sound of the moaning minnies or multiple mortars was something else that I have not forgotten, it started off like the moaning of a banshee in the distance and then the sound grew as the missiles approached.

Oh yes I remember! The concrete gun emplacements, the barbed wire, the expert use of Enemy mortars, they always knew where we were. Having to live and sleep with the dead all around you, my most abiding memory is that of exhaustion. Sleep was at a premium.

It takes very little time to make a Veteran, I remember an event that was typical of Normandy, one night I arrived back to our area after being in contact with the Enemy all day, so tired that I did not dig a hole, I just lay down and fell asleep, when I awoke in the morning I found that I had slept with Germans buried all around me, so shallow that their boots stuck out of the ground, the telling thing about this, is that I thought nothing of it at the time.

No sooner had we dug our hole to get some rest, than we were dragged out again to go somewhere else. Normandy was a murderous place, a murderous place! One other memory I recall was the superiority of the German weapons, while we were armed with the "Sten" a gun that fired when you did not want it to, and would not, when you did! My Sten fired on its own when I put it on the ground and nearly shot my best pal Harry Grey we learned not to keep it loaded for fear of killing your own, something that nearly had a tragic outcome later. I remember the "Sten" cost about 7/6p to make, cheap and nasty, and very unreliable.
Sapper

[Owen]

I've also read that in The Great War the Germans had a particular smell too.
A National trait in wartime it seems.

[4th wilts]

my friend told me his mates or section always tried to shelter in german positions,much better than scraping out your own slit trench.yours,4th wilts.