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Wednesday, July 17th, 2002, 11:40 PM
Here is a great book to read, in case you have not. The title is "Other Losses", by James Bacque. He exposes the allied effort to kill alomost all German POWs after WW2. If you cannot get a copy from the usual sources, let me know. The guy who wrote it is in Toronto Canada, and its not far from me.

Tuesday, July 23rd, 2002, 03:53 PM
Originally posted by FrancisRoi
Here is a great book to read, in case you have not. The title is "Other Losses", by James Bacque. He exposes the allied effort to kill alomost all German POWs after WW2. If you cannot get a copy from the usual sources, let me know. The guy who wrote it is in Toronto Canada, and its not far from me.

Isn't there a sequel, with a different name? I believe Other Losses was published in the late '80s, and the sequel came out in the late '90s.

Also, the edition on the shelves of my local library (from 1993 or so..a 2nd or 3rd) contained a rebuttal written by Bacque to an attempt at refuting the Other Losses thesis by Stephen Ambrose. I've been curious for a while to read what Ambrose wrote, how he thought he could get around copies of REAL documents, that sort of thing. It was hard to follow Bacque's rebuttal without the original.

I don't think it's that hard to find. I've seen it at two different libraries here in Connecticut.

Oddly, when I mentioned the whole Other Losses thing to my Dad, he vehemently denied it. He finished high school in May '44, got drafted right after, and didn't see action until almost the start of '45. Since he was so late into the conflict, he didn't get to come home until sometime in 1947. He spent a lot of time guarding POWs, and denies any such treatment took place, at least from what he saw. In fact, I think he spoke of at least one POW/Guard soccer game!

If there's any interest I'll see if I can't get him to remember dates and places. (Sadly, he's not the man he once was...:( On certain things his memory is candidly going. My sister and I are not even sure how much longer he's going to be able to stay in his house without supervision of some sort. ) He left the US Army as a sargent, but still says he hated every minute he served. I doubt he'd be trying to whitewash anything.


Sunday, July 28th, 2002, 01:41 PM
Alot of it also depends on what camps & time periods one worked.

& alot of it wasn't beatings & such.It was hunger,facilities,water,medicine,visitat ion rights,etc.Stuff That one doesn't really see in the same category unless one is the one who suffers it.

Note on the soccer game.The Anne Frank diary has her describing seeing other jews being sent to the chambers while she SUNBATHED!:eek:


Friday, January 11th, 2019, 05:27 PM
Eisenhower’s Starvation Order and DEATH CAMPS by James Bacque.

Never had so many people been put in prison. The size of the Allied captures was unprecedented in all history. The Soviets took prisoner some 3.5 million Europeans, the Americans about 6.1 million, the British about 2.4 million, the Canadians about 300,000, the French around 200,000. Uncounted millions of Japanese entered American captivity in 1945, plus about 640,000 entering Soviet captivity.

As soon as Germany surrendered on 8 May 1945, the American Military Governor, General Eisenhower, sent out an “urgent courier” throughout the huge area that he commanded, making it a crime punishable by death for German civilians to feed prisoners. It was even a death-penalty crime to gather food together in one place to take it to prisoners … The order was sent in German to the provincial governments, ordering them to distribute it immediately to local governments. Copies of the orders were discovered recently in several villages near the Rhine … The message [which Bacque reproduces] reads in part: “… under no circumstances may food supplies be assembled among the local inhabitants in order to deliver them to the prisoners of war. Those who violate this command and nevertheless try to circumvent this blockade to allow something to come to the prisoners place themselves in danger of being shot….”

Eisenhower’s order was also posted in English, German and Polish on the bulletin board of Military Government Headquarters in Bavaria, signed by the Chief of Staff of the Military Governor of Bavaria. Later it was posted in Polish in Straubing and Regensburg, where there were many Polish guard companies at nearby camps. One US Army officer who read the posted order in May 1945 has written that it was “the intention of Army command regarding the German POW camps in the US Zone from May 1945 through the end of 1947 to exterminate as many POWs as the traffic would bear without international scrutiny.”

… The [American] army’s policy was to starve [German] prisoners, according to several American soldiers who were there. Martin Brech, retired professor of philosophy at Mercy college in New York, who was a guard at Andernach in 1945, has said that he was told by an officer that “it is our policy that these men not be fed.” The 50,000 to 60,000 men in Andernach were starving, living with no shelter in holes in the ground, trying to nourish themselves on grass. When Brech smuggled bread to them through the wire, he was ordered to stop by an officer. Later, Brech sneaked more food to them, was caught, and told by the same officer, “If you do that again, you’ll be shot.” Brech saw bodies go out of the camp “by the truckload” but he was never told how many there were, where they were buried, or how.

… The prisoner Paul Schmitt was shot in the American camp at Bretzenheim after coming close to the wire to see his wife and young son who were bringing him a basket of food. The French followed suit: Agnes Spira was shot by French guards at Dietersheim in July 1945 for taking food to prisoners. The memorial to her in nearby Buedesheim, written by one of her chidren, reads: “On the 31st of July 1945, my mother was suddenly and unexpectedly torn from me because of her good deed toward the imprisoned soldiers.” The entry in the Catholic church register says simply: “A tragic demise, shot in Dietersheim on 31.07.1945. Buried on 03.08.1945.” Martin Brech watched in amazement as one officer at Andernach stood on a hillside firing shots towards German women running away from him in the valley below.

The prisoner Hans Scharf … was watching as a German woman with her two children came towards an American guard in the camp at Bad Kreuznach, carrying a wine bottle. She asked the guard to give the bottle to her husband, who was just inside the wire. The guard upended the bottle into his own mouth, and when it was empty, threw it on the ground and killed the prisoner with five shots.

….Many prisoners and German civilians saw the American guards burn the food brought by civilian women. One former prisoner described it recently: “At first, the women from the nearby town brought food into the camp. The American soldiers took everything away from the women, threw it in a heap and poured gasoline [benzine] over it and burned it.” Eisenhower himself ordered that the food be destroyed, according to the writer Karl Vogel, who was the German camp commander appointed by the Americans in Camp 8 at Garmisch-Partenkirchen. Although the prisoners were getting only 800 calories per day, the Americans were destroying food outside the camp gate.

James Bacque, Crimes and Mercies: The Fate of German Civilians Under Allied Occupation, 1944-1950, pp. 41-45, 94-95.

https://www.paulcraigroberts.org/2019/01/11/a-holocaust-was-what-the-americans-did-to-the-germans/ (https://click.mlsend.com/link/c/YT0xMDY2NjU3MjgwNjIxMDI0ODU3JmM9ajJpMiZl PTI3OTQmYj0yMjUxNjI3OTImZD11N3Q1bzB5.ivw rwc5FPgftP7vP4uv0-BQREPvDeX7ppWhfVeA48Jk) 11 Jan 2019.

Because they were refused POW status and thus given No food, water, sanitation or health care, during one of the worst springs in living memory, this resulted in the death of 1.5 German soldiers.

To understand anything, we have to know its history. History is written by the victors and the vanquished have no history. The winners become heros and the losers become war criminals.

Understanding World War II is crucial to understanding what is happening all around us today, but it's not easy to get the time or to educate yourself. Through education and media people have been continuously fed infantile, National Socialism demonization.

World War 2 German actions must be viewed in a vacuum for the New World Order to advance its covert objective of Jewish supremacy and total dominance. Look at it in context and immediately you see it for the propaganda it is.

Friday, January 11th, 2019, 06:24 PM
Makes me sick ...... and all of this has been covered up and hidden away. I never knew this until I started investigating on my own.

People out there are brainwashed by crappy psychopathic Hollywood movies (like the disgusting "Inglorious Bastards"), endless video games (like the new Wolfenstein) , books (even disturbing "Nazi" sex comics made by Israelis decades ago).

This starvation of captured soldiers was part of the true deliberate "Holocaust" against Germans (including intentional outrageously excessive bombings of cities far exceeding anything England received .... not to mention the ~65 cities in Japan obliterated ).

I'm sick of how reversed all this history we have been told has been. The winners cover up everything they have done and expand , manipulate and bias what the defeated enemy did.

Everyday people are fed this since they were kids and everyone just watches a History Channel "documentary" to know more about so-called history.

One enormous problem is the taboo and automatic stigma against anyone who finds out and changes their minds about World War II (and World War I which I won't go into here). You can't just say to the average person if the subject comes up that mainstream WWII history is wrong because it won't be long until you are labelled at the least a "Nazi"-sympathizer but more likely (in these days) just plain "Nazi" and "Holocaust Denier" ( well I would have been a "Geocentric Universe" denier centuries ago because the facts pointed to it being incorrect).

Even mentioning things like the above article will often be greeted with the typical "well the Germans deserved it for what they did". Then you'll be called a Nazi and a Holocaust denier and worse.

I find it so frustrating to see how easily people believe in "the Big Lie".

Sunday, January 13th, 2019, 04:28 PM
In 'Eisenhower's Death Camps': A U.S. Prison Guard Martin Brech Remembers


In October 1944, at age eighteen, I was drafted into the U.S. army. Largely because of the "Battle of the Bulge," my training was cut short, my furlough was halved, and I was sent overseas immediately. Upon arrival in Le Havre, France, we were quickly loaded into box cars and shipped to the front. When we got there, I was suffering increasingly severe symptoms of mononucleosis, and was sent to a hospital in Belgium. Since mononucleosis was then known as the "kissing disease," I mailed a letter of thanks to my girlfriend.

By the time I left the hospital, the outfit I had trained with in Spartanburg, South Carolina, was deep inside Germany, so, despite my protests, I was placed in a "repo depot" (replacement depot). I lost interest in the units to which I was assigned, and don't recall all of them: non-combat units were ridiculed at that time. My separation qualification record states I was mostly with Company C, 14th Infantry Regiment, during my seventeen-month stay in Germany, but I remember being transferred to other outfits also.

In late March or early April 1945, I was sent to guard a POW camp near Andernach along the Rhine. I had four years of high school German, so I was able to talk to the prisoners, although this was forbidden. Gradually, however, I was used as an interpreter and asked to ferret out members of the S.S. (I found none.)

In Andernach about 50,000 prisoners of all ages were held in an open field surrounded by barbed wire. The women were kept in a separate enclosure that I did not see until later. The men I guarded had no shelter and no blankets. Many had no coats. They slept in the mud, wet and cold, with inadequate slit trenches for excrement. It was a cold, wet spring, and their misery from exposure alone was evident.

Even more shocking was to see the prisoners throwing grass and weeds into a tin can containing a thin soup. They told me they did this to help ease their hunger pains. Quickly they grew emaciated. Dysentery raged, and soon they were sleeping in their own excrement, too weak and crowded to reach the slit trenches. Many were begging for food, sickening and dying before our eyes. We had ample food and supplies, but did nothing to help them, including no medical assistance.

Outraged, I protested to my officers and was met with hostility or bland indifference. When pressed, they explained they were under strict orders from "higher up." No officer would dare do this to 50,000 men if he felt that it was "out of line," leaving him open to charges. Realizing my protests were useless, I asked a friend working in the kitchen if he could slip me some extra food for the prisoners. He too said they were under strict orders to severely ration the prisoners' food, and that these orders came from "higher up." But he said they had more food than they knew what to do with, and would sneak me some.

When I threw this food over the barbed wire to the prisoners, I was caught and threatened with imprisonment. I repeated the "offense," and one officer angrily threatened to shoot me. I assumed this was a bluff until I encountered a captain on a hill above the Rhine shooting down at a group of German civilian women with his .45 caliber pistol. When I asked, "Why?," he mumbled, "Target practice," and fired until his pistol was empty. I saw the women running for cover, but, at that distance, couldn't tell if any had been hit.

This is when I realized I was dealing with cold-blooded killers filled with moralistic hatred. They considered the Germans subhuman and worthy of extermination; another expression of the downward spiral of racism. Articles in the G.I. newspaper, Stars and Stripes, played up the German concentration camps, complete with photos of emaciated bodies. This amplified our self-righteous cruelty, and made it easier to imitate behavior we were supposed to oppose. Also, I think, soldiers not exposed to combat were trying to prove how tough they were by taking it out on the prisoners and civilians.
These prisoners, I found out, were mostly farmers and workingmen, as simple and ignorant as many of our own troops. As time went on, more of them lapsed into a zombie-like state of listlessness, while others tried to escape in a demented or suicidal fashion, running through open fields in broad daylight towards the Rhine to quench their thirst. They were mowed down.

Some prisoners were as eager for cigarettes as for food, saying they took the edge off their hunger. Accordingly, enterprising G.I. "Yankee traders" were acquiring hordes of watches and rings in exchange for handfuls of cigarettes or less. When I began throwing cartons of cigarettes to the prisoners to ruin this trade, I was threatened by rank-and-file G.I.s too.

The only bright spot in this gloomy picture came one night when. I was put on the "graveyard shift," from two to four a.m. Actually, there was a graveyard on the uphill side of this enclosure, not many yards away. My superiors had forgotten to give me a flashlight and I hadn't bothered to ask for one, disgusted as I was with the whole situation by that time. It was a fairly bright night and I soon became aware of a prisoner crawling under the wires towards the graveyard. We were supposed to shoot escapees on sight, so I started to get up from the ground to warn him to get back. Suddenly I noticed another prisoner crawling from the graveyard back to the enclosure. They were risking their lives to get to the graveyard for something. I had to investigate.

When I entered the gloom of this shrubby, tree-shaded cemetery, I felt completely vulnerable, but somehow curiosity kept me moving. Despite my caution, I tripped over the legs of someone in a prone position. Whipping my rifle around while stumbling and trying to regain composure of mind and body, I soon was relieved I hadn't reflexively fired. The figure sat up. Gradually, I could see the beautiful but terror-stricken face of a woman with a picnic basket nearby. German civilians were not allowed to feed, nor even come near the prisoners, so I quickly assured her I approved of what she was doing, not to be afraid, and that I would leave the graveyard to get out of the way.

I did so immediately and sat down, leaning against a tree at the edge of the cemetery to be inconspicuous and not frighten the prisoners. I imagined then, and still do now, what it would be like to meet a beautiful woman with a picnic basket under those conditions as a prisoner. I have never forgotten her face.

Eventually, more prisoners crawled back to the enclosure. I saw they were dragging food to their comrades, and could only admire their courage and devotion.

On May 8, V.E. Day [1945], I decided to celebrate with some prisoners I was guarding who were baking bread the other prisoners occasionally received. This group had all the bread they could eat, and shared the jovial mood generated by the end of the war. We all thought we were going home soon, a pathetic hope on their part. We were in what was to become the French zone [of occupation], where I soon would witness the brutality of the French soldiers when we transferred our prisoners to them for their slave labor camps.

On this day, however, we were happy.

As a gesture of friendliness, I emptied my rifle and stood it in the corner, even allowing them to play with it at their request. This thoroughly "broke the ice," and soon we were singing songs we taught each other, or that I had learned in high school German class ("Du, du, liegst mir im Herzen"). Out of gratitude, they baked me a special small loaf of sweet bread, the only possible present they had left to offer. I stuffed it in my "Eisenhower jacket," and snuck it back to my barracks, eating it when I had privacy. I have never tasted more delicious bread, nor felt a deeper sense of communion while eating it. I believe a cosmic sense of Christ (the Oneness of all Being) revealed its normally hidden presence to me on that occasion, influencing my later decision to major in philosophy and religion.

Shortly afterwards, some of our weak and sickly prisoners were marched off by French soldiers to their camp. We were riding on a truck behind this column. Temporarily, it slowed down and dropped back, perhaps because the driver was as shocked as I was. Whenever a German prisoner staggered or dropped back, he was hit on the head with a club and killed. The bodies were rolled to the side of the road to be picked up by another truck. For many, this quick death might have been preferable to slow starvation in our "killing fields."

When I finally saw the German women held in a separate enclosure, I asked why we were holding them prisoner. I was told they were "camp followers," selected as breeding stock for the S.S. to create a super-race. I spoke to some, and must say I never met a more spirited or attractive group of women. I certainly didn't think they deserved imprisonment.

More and more I was used as an interpreter, and was able to prevent some particularly unfortunate arrests. One somewhat amusing incident involved an old farmer who was being dragged away by several M.P.s. I was told he had a "fancy Nazi medal," which they showed me. Fortunately, I had a chart identifying such medals. He'd been awarded it for having five children! Perhaps his wife was somewhat relieved to get him "off her back," but I didn't think one of our death camps was a fair punishment for his contribution to Germany. The M.P.s agreed and released him to continue his "dirty work."

Famine began to spread among the German civilians also. It was a common sight to see German women up to their elbows in our garbage cans looking for something edible -- that is, if they weren't chased away.

When I interviewed mayors of small towns and villages, I was told that their supply of food had been taken away by "displaced persons" (foreigners who had worked in Germany), who packed the food on trucks and drove away. When I reported this, the response was a shrug. I never saw any Red Cross at the camp or helping civilians, although their coffee and doughnut stands were available everywhere else for us. In the meantime, the Germans had to rely on the sharing of hidden stores until the next harvest.

Hunger made German women more "available," but despite this, rape was prevalent and often accompanied by additional violence. In particular I remember an eighteen-year old woman who had the side of her faced smashed with a rifle butt, and was then raped by two G.I.s. Even the French complained that the rapes, looting and drunken destructiveness on the part of our troops was excessive. In Le Havre, we'd been given booklets warning us that the German soldiers had maintained a high standard of behavior with French civilians who were peaceful, and that we should do the same. In this we failed miserably.

"So what?" some would say. "The enemy's atrocities were worse than ours." It is true that I experienced only the end of the war, when we were already the victors. The German opportunity for atrocities had faded, while ours was at hand. But two wrongs don't make a right. Rather than copying our enemy's crimes, we should aim once and for all to break the cycle of hatred and vengeance that has plagued and distorted human history. This is why I am speaking out now, 45 years after the crime. We can never prevent individual war crimes, but we can, if enough of us speak out, influence government policy. We can reject government propaganda that depicts our enemies as subhuman and encourages the kind of outrages I witnessed. We can protest the bombing of civilian targets, which still goes on today. And we can refuse ever to condone our government's murder of unarmed and defeated prisoners of war.

I realize it's difficult for the average citizen to admit witnessing a crime of this magnitude, especially if implicated himself. Even G.I.s sympathetic to the victims were afraid to complain and get into trouble, they told me. And the danger has not ceased. Since I spoke out a few weeks ago, I have received threatening calls and had my mailbox smashed. But its been worth it. Writing about these atrocities has been a catharsis of feelings suppressed too long, a liberation, that perhaps will remind other witnesses that "the truth will make us free, have no fear." We may even learn a supreme lesson from all this: only love can conquer all.

About the author

Martin Brech lives in Mahopac, New York. When he wrote this memoir essay in 1990, he was an Adjunct Professor of Philosophy and Religion at Mercy College in Dobbs Ferry, New York. Brech holds a master's degree in theology from Columbia University, and is a Unitarian-Universalist minister.
This essay was published in The Journal of Historical Review, Summer 1990 (Vol. 10, No. 2), pp. 161-166. (Revised, updated: Nov. 2008)

Eisenhower's German Holocaust Death Camps - ihr.org (http://www.ihr.org/jhr/v10/v10p161_Brech.html)

There are a number of similar first hand accounts of what took place in the 'Eisenhower's Death Camps'.

Because they were refused POW status and called DEF (Disarmed Enemy Forces) the German soldiers were kept in open enclosures and given No food, water, sanitation or health care, during one of the worst springs in living memory. This resulted in the death of 1.5 Million German soldiers. This figure of 1.5 Million is widely accepted.

Monday, January 14th, 2019, 08:44 AM
Ernest Hemingway shot 122 German POWs 25.09.2006

BY PAUL C. MARTIN http://www.bild.de/news/2006/hemingway-kriegsgefangene-858880.bild.html

Ernest Hemingway, 1954 Nobel Prize winner for literature ( "The Old Man and the Sea"). He loved the thrill of danger and the sweetish smell of blood.

Big game hunter in Africa. War correspondent after the Allied landings in Normandy in 1944. friend of Fidel Castro. Bullfighting fanatics. Nickname "Papa".

Previously, he was considered a prototype of the fearless macho. But he was also a cowardly killer who shot unarmed soldiers in the war?

The "Focus" editor Rainer Schmitz *) has re-spotted his letters and yellowed leaves old biographies. O-Ton Hemingway on 27 August 1947, his war experiences to his publisher Charles Scribner:

"Once I have a particularly naughty SS herb folded (cabbage = contemptuous term for German, Red.). When I told him that I would kill him ... but the guy said: You will not kill me. Because you are afraid and because you belong to a degenerate bastard race. It also violates the Geneva Convention. "

Hemingway continues - as if he had screwed his feelings to the freezing point:
"You're wrong, brother, I said to him and shot him three times quickly in the stomach, and then when he went to his knees, I shot him in the skull so that the brain came out of his mouth - or from the nose, I believe."

Hemingway accompanied the war ended a US Infantry Division with the rank of officer. He also works for the US secret service OSS, the predecessor organization of the CIA. In Rambouillet 50 kilometers from Paris, he interrogated German prisoners, provides a private arsenal together and away from his uniform the signs of war correspondent.

At his lover and later wife Mary Welsh, he writes from the front: "We have it here very nice and funny, many deaths, German loot, much shooting and a lot of fights."

On June 2, 1950 Hemingway reports, the American literature professor Arthur Mizener (1907-88) from Cornell University (US state of New York), he killed 122 Germans.

One of them tried to escape on a bicycle. The retreating German was "about the age of my son Patrick" (born 1928), ie 16 or 17 years old.

With the standard rifle of the US Army M1 Hemingway had shot him from behind by the back. The ball (US .30 caliber) tore the liver of young Germans.

Witnesses for the fatal shots were never reported. Wanted Hemingway brag or he was the killer, as he describes?

"I kill like" was his motto. "Kill that gives you aesthetic pleasure and pride," he wrote in 1932, "has always been one of the greatest pleasures of a portion of the human race."

On July 2, 1961, he kills himself - with a hunting rifle at his home in Ketchum (US state of Idaho). Supposedly he has the trigger operated with the big toe ...

Ernest Hemingway shot 122 German POWs - Whale (http://whale.to/c/ernest_hemingway_shot_122.html)

Monday, January 14th, 2019, 12:50 PM
Not only did Hemmingway brag about this but it actually enhanced his reputation, which I think speaks volumes!

Meantime, 90+ year-old guards at the so-called 'death camps' who never killed anyone are still being harassed and imprisoned

This is what happens when you allow Jews to run the show!