How I helped liberate Dachau camp (part 2)
Yesterday I began telling the story of General Russ
Weiskircher, who had helped liberate Dachau concentration camp. He lives 40 minutes from us, so I called him up and asked if I could bring my children by one
Saturday morning to hear his story. Here is the conclusion:
We couldn’t feed the camp prisoners because they couldn’t eat. We gave them bullion cubes, but many of them died anyway.
A little girl, about six years-old, crawled up to the barbed wire. And all she knew was she used to have a mommy and her name was “mommy.” The girl’s name was the number tattooed on her arm. She didn’t know her name.
In the midst of this I found this little German officer who was in charge. He informed us that he was hiking to the mountains and passing thru. The prisoners all said, “he’s the one in charge.” I went over to get him. I told him that he should surrender. He said, “I won’t surrender to an American sergeant because I am a major and you are a sergeant.”
I said, “go over there.” I was mad enough to kill him, but took my carbine and hit him over the head and broke the stock. He fell to the ground and screamed for morphine.
For 30 minutes there was chaos. Some of our people left there in straight jackets or handcuffs.
Then everybody heard about what we’d found and they wanted to see it. We had to keep out the curious people. I picked up a Leica in the commandants office – that was the first thing I liberated in the camp. I went around for days and took pictures.
With each passing minute, sanity returns. Up comes a General [not named here so as not to offend his family] and his staff. The General was put in his position so that he could get good PR and ride in a parade in New York and then run for the governor of New York.
The hotheads have subsided and order is returning. The radio won’t quit, everybody calling in. General Bradley and others.
My colonel doesn’t care what I did. I go back for three days and get pictures. A woman named Maggie, a reporter, the General’s concubine, comes in. She is trying to interview the prisoners. We grab her like a sack of flour. We take her back and handcuff her to the jeep. The General goes over to my associate and hits him. The kid said, “You’re a dead man. I’m going to write you up.” So then the General goes around getting names.
My boss calls Gen’l Fredericks and he offers support. And then the war is over and then all the protective brass go away. And then the General crawls out from under a rock with his claims about me and the others. So they send the court martial charges on us to Gen’l Patton. He summons us to a suburb of Munich and he had an apartment for his office. Our colonel went in to talk to him.
George Patton comes out and he had his pearl handled pistols. We’re standing there rigid and fearful. What will he say? Will he court martial us? Our knees are knocking.
He says, “Gentlemen, General Patton salutes you. These charges are ridiculous! You were taught to kill, and you killed. I will make sure you are all decorated. And if the person who tendered these charges is not a civilian, I will make him one!”
The General who charged us was told about this and he got back to the U.S. and became a civilian. But he never was in a New York parade and never became governor of New York.
In the Dachau guesthouse there was a guest book. The local Germans could parade their families through the camp to see what was happening to the Jews. We took pictures of the guestbook that had their names in it and blew them up big so that everyone could see their names. We put them on the walls outside the theaters with a sign that said, “We want you to know that we know that you knew.”
Later the Bavarians tried to cover it up, but the international treaty required that it be opened. They are still trying to do that. Now in 2001 [when this conversation took place], 1500 WWII vets are dying a day. That’s why I’m cataloging firsthand testimonies of it.
The pictures that you see of Dachau camp are the ones I took with that Leica camera. They later doctored the pictures to include military people.
For further info, check out this site and this excellent Fox News interview. Weiskircher recounts his initial years in the war in North
Africa and the beachhead of Anzio, Italy here.
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Dear Seth,
How incredibly sad to read this account.
Thanks for sharing this with us, may the Lord have mercy on their souls.
In His love
Caspar
This was a really moving article, I have never read anything like this. This really makes me think about WW2 and everything that happened.
Once again thank you. This really helped my project.
Once again thank you. This really helped my project.
Seth, So often in this short yule season-God has removed so much of want I have wanted to believe about people …having been raised as an American in Bayern, Baden Wurtemberg, & the Oberpfalz, I can attest that Germans today are not insidious odious monsters. I applaud the general for snapping shots of the Dachau guestbook & blowing them up so all could see. I am grieved. Both that this happened & that so many saw it as entertainment & not as an abomination to be stopped. (what do we see as entertainment or acknowledge as such that truly brutalizes innocents/other people?) D. Bonhoffer is a compelling example of a German who tried to strategically counter the Nazi evil.
I was also born not far from where you now live-in “colonial georgia” & remember the foul & brutal history of slave owners there.
I am compelled to participate with greater earnest “to heal the broken hearted & set the captives free.”
(feeling very small in a darkening world)
Hi again Seth!
Read more of the article today. The photo from the liberation….was put up in Dachau when we was there…I have it among the load of photos I have from Dachau. They lived in hell, some of them survived. How could people be that cruel to others???? Thats the question my kids ask me and there is no answer to it. Send all my best to Russ Kirschmeier. If he wants my photos of Dachau I will be glad to send them to you or to him.
AnnMarie in Sweden
thank you so much for writing this! your children are lucky to have heard this first hand account. not many younger people will ever have the chance to hear these pieces of history fist hand.
Thank you so much for this first hand account. this helps me greatly.
There is only One Way to redeem such depravity.