Thanks to all for the Welcome! Well i must say that i am pretty new to this kind of passion (WW2 History). Thats why i just read and don´t post much (this Place is loaded with Information!). But i guess this will change after a while. No, i don´t want to change my Avatar...Still a nice view... @son of a rat: Interesting Facts about your Father (a Desert Rat i guess!?). Kolding , Abenra (both in Denmark) and Flensburg are pretty close together. Yeahh, Time is running out and i am looking forward to visit my Grandpa this Christmas. Maybe for the last Time... I hope i can speak with him in a private Atmosphere because whenever my Grandma is in the Room he hesitates to speak about that kind of Stuff. My Grandma is still traumatized by the Allied Bomb Raids on Dortmund she had to endure.
Hello from your former ally of Sept 1939 Avatar? Leave it be I will do! And what Ally could that be?? Russian?
So many People with so many knowledge.... i am baffled! So i take care of my answers! But nice to know im not the only Non-American in this Forum!
Thanks to all for the Welcome! Well i must say that i am pretty new to this kind of passion (WW2 History). Thats why i just read and don´t post much (this Place is loaded with Information!). But i guess this will change after a while. No, i don´t want to change my Avatar...Still a nice view... @son of a rat: Interesting Facts about your Father (a Desert Rat i guess!?). Kolding , Abenra (both in Denmark) and Flensburg are pretty close together. Yeahh, Time is running out and i am looking forward to visit my Grandpa this Christmas. Maybe for the last Time... I hope i can speak with him in a private Atmosphere because whenever my Grandma is in the Room he hesitates to speak about that kind of Stuff. My Grandma is still traumatized by the Allied Bomb Raids on Dortmund she had to endure. Belated welcome Acerus and I will throw my vote behind keeping your avatar as is. My mother in law was traumatized just like your Grandma. As a girl, she endured the bombing raids just down the road in Castrop Rauxel. Their home survived but not without damage and including an incendiary which went through the roof, several floors and into the basement where thankfully, it did not ignite. Ironically, she married into a Canadian family which had two brothers who flew in Bomber Command.
Hi, Canuck: Thats quite a Story only Wartimes could tell. Thanks for telling thouse!! Castrop Rauxel is pretty close to Dortmund. They must be enduring Hell in every sence of the Word. But Enemys became Friends (or Wifes and Husbands) after that time. Thats incredible!
But nice to know im not the only Non-American in this Forum! Actually, people from the American continent, North, Central and South, are a minority here. Citizens of the USofA are labelled by my good self as Damned Colonials, others use more pungent expressions. But we like them, they can make good war films such as Pearl Harbor and Battle of the Bulge.
Actually, people from the American continent, North, Central and South, are a minority here. Citizens of the USofA are labelled by my good self as Damned Colonials, others use more pungent expressions. But we like them, they can make good war films such as Pearl Harbor and Battle of the Bulge. I don´t like the way you look at the Americans! I like America (USA)! No matter what stuff you put at them... I will live there in nearly 3 Years...(Portland, Oregon) Can´t wait!
I don´t like the way you look at the Americans! I like America (USA)! No matter what stuff you put at them... I will live there in nearly 3 Years...(Portland, Oregon) Can´t wait! Lucky you. The west coast of North America is a great choice.
Servuss obtwt! Im realy hoping to find out more Details about my Grandfather´s service in WW2. @canuck: I was there 2 Years ago with my Lad. It was great and i can definatley imagine to live there. I´m in the Printing Buisness and got already some nice connections to some People.
Hello acerus, I see you live in Flensburg, Northern Germany, a place I have some fond and not so fond memories of. Many years ago, myself and a couple of friends were returning from a trip to Sweden and were driving back through Flensburg on the autobahn. It was the early hours of the morning and the snow was coming down heavy. As we're driving along the snow is getting deeper and deeper, when all of a sudden our car comes to a stop and gets stuck in the snow. Well, by that time the snowfall had turned into a howling blizzard and we're unable to get the car to move and we're stranded in the middle of nowhere. So we decide to sit it out for the night and look for some help in the morning. Lucky enough we all had some extra clothes to wear from our trip, so we proceeded to don as many additional sweaters and coats as we could to keep us from freezing. We also left the car engine running with the heater on until it ran out of fuel. We spend a very cold and uncomfortable night without sleep, food or drinks. By morning the car is completely buried in the snow and we are unable to even open the car doors. So, we had no choice but to sit it out, hope somebody would know that we were there and come and rescue us. One night then turns into two and we begin to wonder if we're ever going to get out at all. It's now late into the third evening and one of my friends starts really freaking out thinking we're all going to die. While trying to keep him calm, we suddenly hear what sounds like a tank. The next thing we know there's someone removing the snow from around the car and there's a knock on the window. With great relief we open the window, break the solid sheet of ice which by now had formed on the outside of the car and lo and behold it's a German soldier. Never before has a bunch of Brits been so happy to meet a member of the German armed forces! As he starts speaking to us in German, we're shouting "English, English" whereupon he proceeds to tells us in English, you must leave your car now or you will die. Well, by that time I think we had already figured that out and so we couldn't wait to take his advice and get out of there. He tells us to walk down the autobahn, up the embankment, walk about half a kilometer into the town and make our way to the local pub. Upon arrival at the pub the landlord graciously welcomes us and then provides us with a litre of wonderful German beer. Never has a beer tasted so good! As it turns out we're not the only ones that are stranded and the pub is full of people that the army had rescued. Then up pulls a military truck and brings in some hot soup and blankets for everybody, and we all spend the night sleeping on the floor. The next morning, with the snow still coming down heavy, all the towns in the area are without power, no trains running and our car still snowbound on the autobahn, the army truck returns to the pub and we're all taken to a German army base nearby. It just so happens that it's New Years Eve and there's a little pub on the base. So, we decide we'll have a little celebration and a couple of beers. As we're sitting at the bar the camp commandant enters dressed in full military uniform. We all get to talking and buying rounds of drinks and having a wonderful time. As midnight approaches we're all feeling pretty good and with my friend dancing to the jukebox while wearing the commandant’s cap, we ring in the New Year with a few songs and a few more beers. Eventually, around 2 AM, we finally stumble back to the main hall, where we all spend a sound and blissful night sleeping on the mattresses provided by the base. Our first real night's sleep in four days! After waking sometime around 1 PM and feeling very much the worse for wear, we find our way to the mess hall to get something to eat. Upon entering, there are probably a thousand German soldier's eating lunch. Well apparently they had already heard about our exploits in the bar with the camp commandant the previous evening, whereupon they all start laughing and shaking our hands and giving us a warm welcome. After spending three days in the camp and being treated to some great food and drink and meeting some great people, the trains began running again and it was time to leave. After they gave us a lift to the station and we said our goodbyes, we were left with some wonderful memories of our time spent at the base. So acerus, welcome to the forum from one thankful and lucky Brit, who might not even be here today if it wasn't for the fantastic efforts of the German military and the wonderful people of Flensburg. Regards, Steve
Well, Hi Steve! Thank you very very much for this great Story! And for the Time to write it down!! Thank you! Well, i would think you mean the Snowstorm in 1978/79??? That must be a pretty hefty thing to go through! I love to hear you´ve been treadet by German Soldiers like you deserved to be. I must tell you: After serving 8 Years in the German Airforce i have seen some places and i must confess i like the Brits! Still got my Problems with them: #1: I ´m not interested in Football at all, #2: you can´t escape an Englishmen as a German without talking about Football... As i have no knowledge at all, i can´t do nothing wrong! Anyway, i love to travell in England. Was there with my Gal. Duxford is astonishing! So let me tell you: If you ever come back to Flensburg (Danish-German Border): You will be treated as good as before. We Germans aren´t not that bad as some People told us to be. And if you concider to meet me, the first Pints are on my bill. Thanks again for your nice Story! And sorry for my not perfect English! Acerus Hello arcerus, I see you live in Flensburg, Northern Germany, a place I have some fond and not so fond memories of. Many years ago, myself and a couple of friends were returning from a trip to Sweden and were driving back through Flensburg on the autobahn. It was the early hours of the morning and the snow was coming down heavy. As we're driving along the snow is getting deeper and deeper, when all of a sudden our car comes to a stop and gets stuck in the snow. Well, by that time the snowfall had turned into a howling blizzard and we're unable to get the car to move and we're stranded in the middle of nowhere. So we decide to sit it out for the night and look for some help in the morning. Lucky enough we all had some extra clothes to wear from our trip, so we proceeded to don as many additional sweaters and coats as we could to keep us from freezing. We also left the car engine running with the heater on until it ran out of fuel. We spend a very cold and uncomfortable night without sleep, food or drinks. By morning the car is completely buried in the snow and we are unable to even open the car doors. So, we had no choice but to sit it out, hope somebody would know that we were there and come and rescue us. One night then turns into two and we begin to wonder if we're ever going to get out at all. It's now late into the third evening and one of my friends starts really freaking out thinking we're all going to die. While trying to keep him calm, we suddenly hear what sounds like a tank. The next thing we know there's someone removing the snow from around the car and there's a knock on the window. With great relief we open the window, break the solid sheet of ice which by now had formed on the outside of the car and lo and behold it's a German soldier. Never before has a bunch of Brits been so happy to meet a member of the German armed forces! As he starts speaking to us in German, we're shouting "English, English" whereupon he proceeds to tells us in English, you must leave your car now or you will die. Well, by that time I think we had already figured that out and so we couldn't wait to take his advice and get out of there. He tells us to walk down the autobahn, up the embankment, walk about half a kilometer into the town and make our way to the local pub. Upon arrival at the pub the landlord graciously welcomes us and then provides us with a litre of wonderful German beer. Never has a beer tasted so good! As it turns out we're not the only ones that are stranded and the pub is full of people that the army had rescued. Then up pulls a military truck and brings in some hot soup and blankets for everybody, and we all spend the night sleeping on the floor. The next morning, with the snow still coming down heavy, all the towns in the area are without power, no trains running and our car still snowbound on the autobahn, the army truck returns to the pub and we're all taken to a German army base nearby. It just so happens that it's New Years Eve and there's a little pub on the base. So, we decide we'll have a little celebration and a couple of beers. As we're sitting at the bar the camp commandant enters dressed in full military uniform. We all get to talking and buying rounds of drinks and having a wonderful time. As midnight approaches we're all feeling pretty good and with my friend dancing to the jukebox while wearing the commandant’s cap, we ring in the New Year with a few songs and a few more beers. Eventually, around 2 AM, we finally stumble back to the main hall, where we all spend a sound and blissful night sleeping on the mattresses provided by the base. Our first real night's sleep in four days! After waking sometime around 1 PM and feeling very much the worse for wear, we find our way to the mess hall to get something to eat. Upon entering, there are probably a thousand German soldier's eating lunch. Well apparently they had already heard about our exploits in the bar with the camp commandant the previous evening, whereupon they all start laughing and shaking our hands and giving us a warm welcome. After spending three days in the camp and being treated to some great food and drink and meeting some great people, the trains began running again and it was time to leave. After they gave us a lift to the station and we said our goodbyes, we were left with some wonderful memories of our time spent at the base. So acerus, welcome to the forum from one thankful and lucky Brit, who might not even be here today if it wasn't for the fantastic efforts of the German military and the wonderful people of Flensburg. Regards, Steve
Hi Marek and greetings from Ireland, lovely to meet you and I see you've made yourself at home already!
Hi Marek and greetings from Ireland, lovely to meet you and I see you've made yourself at home already! Gerard, greetings back to Ireland! You are right, i feel already home, but since i am just learning and reading, my Number of comments is just low. Your Signature: That was a big Mistake of Guderian! Maybe it have to look like that at the time..... but, ohhh was he wrong!
