A Huge Rescue Action We Don’t Talk About
My good blogging friend GP Cox with his blog Pacific Paratrooper has encouraged me to reblog this post on the background of the many German fugitives that fled the Red Army and their lost homes in Eastern Germany. Last week, I released a post about the Danish Fugitive Museum in Southern Jutland, the main fugitive camp (1945-1949) in Denmark, after other centres around the country had closed.
In the early spring of 1945, The Red Army quickly approached Berlin from the East. That created 10-12 million German refugees seeking the West.
Imagine having to leave your dead child in the snow beside the road and continue your journey;
Or get apart from each other on the way to an unknown destination.
The world’s most significant rescue took place from harbours in East Prussia to West Germany, and many got saved via the more peaceful Denmark. The chief of the German Marine initiated the relief.
Not all were so lucky to survive in Denmark. On their way over the sea, many went down with wounded German soldiers on torpedoed ships. 13.000 drowned at Gustloff van Steuben and Goya, and in total, 33.000 died in shipwrecks.
The Red Army and The British didn’t seem to know that the vessels had fugitives and wounded soldiers on board.
We were yearning to eliminate our Nazi occupiers but had to accept all the fugitives. The first lot came while we were still occupied, and the Germans had to take care of them. Schools were emptied of Danish children who had to find their teachers in strange locations, while the German children got most of the schools. The occupiers confiscated schools, hotels, and factories for their people, and at that time, the fugitives could go out and buy stuff in our shops for money stolen in our National Bank. They thought that the money was given to them by their Fürer.
The last refugees were sent back in 1949.
While we received thousands of sick and hungry Germans fleeing the Red Army, our resistance fighters were executed or sent to Kz camps in Germany to die.
After the liberation on May 5 1945, we had to cope with the fugitives, about 238.000 in total. Our Danish population was approximately 5 million. The Allied forces in Germany wanted us to take care of them as people in Germany suffered from hunger and lack of housing. The first time after the liberation in May 1945 was chaotic for the refugees. They had to wait to get Danish superintendents to take responsibility as the German military was heading home very quickly.
Historical researchers have criticized us because we have treated them as derogatory. I had read some books on the subject that paint a broader picture of the enormous effort made at a time when the Germans had exploited everything we had. No other country wanted to receive the displaced people.
Those who got the administrative job to house and help the fugitives were well-educated and spoke German fluently. From the books I have read, I have understood that they tried their best to help people to survive. In Copenhagen, a vast football field was filled with wooden houses bought in Sweden, and Kløvermarken became a considerable village with 18.000 new inhabitants. My mother was a secretary for a Baptist pastor who was engaged in helping. He let Karla, a young woman, become a babysitter for his children. (Doing this was strictly forbidden, though). She and my mother became friends, and Karla learned Danish and kept in contact with my mother until her death. Her husband was a prisoner in The Soviet Union but “survived” and returned to West Germany ten years after the war.
At Kløvermarken, they had an office where they worked tirelessly on finding missing family members who had come apart from each other. One person, Klittegaard, created an archive that registered all the dead Germans so that relatives still today could visit their graves and read about the locations during their stay in Denmark.
Photos from Aalborg
eration, they had to enclose them behind a fence. The authorities were strict on fraternization and very afraid of epidemic diseases. Thousands of children were born in the camps despite the effort to fence in the young women.
Letters from displaced Germans in these camps show that they hated being locked up like that, but they appreciated getting food, schooling, healthcare, etc., from their groups. The Danish leaders did a thorough job of checking for still being Nazis. Only people who would take a stand against Nazism were allowed to work in schools and hospitals.
Older people and small children died of exhaustion, infections, malnutrition, and some modern historians crcriticizedow we treated the Germans. We must remember that we have not yet received the penicillin and intravenous treatment. To judge that time with the possibilities of our time is very wrong. The German war graveyards make a deep impression when you visit them and read the dates and names of many small children on the crosses.
Unfortunately, some children disappeared from Copenhagen, and some were maybe sent to France to be adopted. We will never know about the fate of seven-year-old Erwin Stobb. His mother and sister were still searching for him in 1985. He had been at a clinic for sick children in East Prussia when his doctor fled with him and 18 other small patients. In Copenhagen, his doctor was asked to do other tasks and had to let others take over.
The refugees returned to another part of Germany than they came from as East Prussia got divided between Poland and The Soviet Union. When they arrived back at last to West Germany, they were not welcome as there was a scarcity of food and housing all over post-war Germany.
Some had written letters to the Danish authorities who helped them and thanked them for maintaining them when it was not fashionable to be a German.
The books used for this post are Danish.
De tyske flygtninge i Danmark 1945-1949 by H. Havrehed 1987
Drivtømmer by Arne Gammelgaard,
Om de tyske flygtninge i Danmark 1945-49 by Svend Bach