Writer Kurt Vonnegut's letter home, written soon after his release from a POW camp, was published here early this week. Believe it or not, my dad was the real writer back then - he even kept a diary for a few days.Unlike Vonnegut, he sheds no light on what had actually happened to him as a POW. He provides no explanation about his weight going from 150 lbs. before the war to 80 lbs. as Adolph's guest. Mum's the word. He'd stay like that the rest of his life. Vonnegut's three-page letter tells me more about my dad's POW experience than he himself ever shared.
He just drank. A lot. Especially at Christmas time. That didn't kill him. Neither did the Germans. The cigarettes did.
But for one week, my father chronicled his post-release experiences in amazing detail. Just twenty-two at the time, he was a pretty good writer himself. Occasionally, he mentions Vonnegut, who was just a "minor being" at the time. For the next few days, I'll share my dad's thoughts with you, day by day.
5/17/45
Our mangy but well-fed crew left DiHille's at noon today. We proceeded over the Elbe to Russian headquarters in the city and after much confusion - due to our ignorance of the Russian language and vice versa - we were directed to the Hitler Caserne on Konigsbage Strasse. Here we find ourselves confronted with the perpetual situation of no one knowing anything about anything. However, we are being looked after like pet children by the Russians. We have been here only four hours at the most and have already been fed twice, showered, de-loused and billeted. As near as we can gather from speaking to the limeys and G.I.'s here, we are to stay put until our troops come seeking us. Except for the anxiety that we all have concerning our parents and families, we don't give a damn how long it takes them to root us out.
I heard my first radio program since I was captured. Dannine and I went across the compound and fell in with a few Tommies who have a wireless set in their flat. We heard an A.M.G. broadcast from Hamburg. That American music certainly sounded good. The Tommies surprised us before the evening was over with a meal of spuds, meat and beans. We rejoined our crew with a full stomach and a highly satisfied mien. I don't believe I'll ever get up out of bed again. Goot nacht.
Blogger's Note: First published 12/11/07.
9 comments:
Mr. O'Hare,
We believe your dad was a great writer, but you you are too.
This blog is the first thing we
check out each morning to see what's happening.
The issue discussed with regard to the RNC and the Callahan beady eye commercial has changed our perception of Dent.
And don`t forget the Japanese war camps and POW treatment.They might have been the worst of all.,
What does Dent have to do with any of this?
As one of this blog's loyal conservative dissidents on most days, I must say I thoroughly enjoy reading this Christmas tradition. It's absolutely fascinating. How blessed you are to possess it; how blessed we are to have it shared with us. Thanks and Merry Christmas to you and yours, Bernie.
And please keep Dat's football and basketball updates coming! It's good to be reminded of the good stuff occasionally.
Thank you for posting your father and Mr. Vonnegut's accounts. I have enjoyed Mr. Vonnegut's work since I was able to comprehend his style, the genesis of which is so clear in the linked letter. God bless your father and Mr. Vonnegut - their service is not lost on my generation.
T. Schlegel
Thanks very much.
That's fascinating, Bernie. Many thanks for sharing it with us.
Where would we be without your Dad's generation? We certainly don't seem to know where we're going without them.
- Jeffrey Anthony
Thank you Bernie for sharing and for continually bringing up topics in history, sports, and political happenings. Happy Holidays!
Thanks as well Bernie, echoing those comments here.
The Banker
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