men went with a white flag to the Yanks
Werner Schueller presented to the General-Anzeiger her notes available.
The notes of Frank Schuller, has experienced 60 years ago as a young woman the war and the invasion of the Americans in Ramer Bach
winter war: German soldiers in 1945 in a position in the Eifel.Bad Neuenahr-Ahrweiler. 60 years ago in the Rhineland, the war ended. On 6 March 1945 took the Americans by surprise, the bridge at Remagen. Three days later they came to Ramer Bach. What happened there in March 1945, has Frank Schuller, born Mies (1922 to 1995), experienced first hand.
above the village had in the last days of a pile of scattered German soldiers buried. From there, they probably wanted to stop the arriving Americans. We did not believe the right thing, and the villagers cared little for the soldiers. There was a storm People are not in Ramer Bach.
Then came the 9 March 1945 - it was my name day. We started from our self-built bunkers in Ahrweiler forest on the village. There it was said that the Americans come. Soon we heard the noise Brück even by tanks from the direction. The men opened the tank barriers at the entrance. A Cologne, in Ramer Bach had his second home and English, and a few men Ramer Bacher went to meet a white flag with the Americans.
The GIs passed through the roadblock on Christmas cottage, fell without a shot. The scattered German soldiers put up no resistance. The gun positions on the "Lehmkaul" and on the "Bitz" had been abandoned days ago. They had broken the 8-8-guns. Meanwhile, most people arrived from their shelters in the village and were on the road.
One of the men dared to approach one of the oncoming vehicle and asked for a cigarette, which he also received. He had set fire to the Glimmstengel itself but the whole night even rattled the tanks and vehicles through the village towards and through the Vinxtbachtal the Rhine.
A few days ago were allied soldiers who seized all the houses Kempenich on the left along the village road in the direction. The previous inhabitants were billeted in the houses on the right hand side. Our house was on the right. It was new, because we had moved in 1941 only. All rooms were fully occupied. It was a shambles.
changed in different periods of the occupation soldiers in the village. As the first wave had moved away, the families could get their houses back. There they found, however, remains a major disorder. The advancing soldiers had been after most of the newer houses. So our house was always occupied first by American soldiers. Only the cattle was allowed to remain in the stable. To feed and milking times were my parents and I go to feed the animals. But it was always a guard with a gun.
There were always new soldiers. Once we were allowed to continue living in the house. We lived upstairs, the soldiers below. They were mostly senior officers, which provided far for electric light. But not always, everything went off so smoothly. As we once again with their grandmother in the former restaurant Mies lived, everyone has had Ramer Bacher gather in the village square.
The American soldiers were very irritated. It was alleged that villagers were involved in munitions explosions, because below the village in Ahrweiler forest were still large amounts Wehrmacht munitions. After an hour or fear was a Jeep with officers who had learned that the villagers are innocent but - sigh of relief in the crowd.
GIs once brought a barrel of wine in our courtyard. Father had to devour. But it was wine, still fermenting. Because he still easily foamed and sour taste, the Yankees wanted him. The barrel could run her in the yard.
were in a dark corner of our basement to put Known suitcase of clothing. But once again all the houses were ransacked from cellar to roof and ransacked. Jewelry, watches, mother's wedding ring and all the nativity figures from memory were taken. My watch - a Communion gift - I tied around my arm and kept it on day and night. It was not found.
came back other soldiers. The next time rummaging through our house discovered the GIs Knobelbecher my brother. The Americans mother to task. They suspected the house was a German soldier hiding. But as my mother said, the boots were killed in Russia in 1944 my brother Stefan, took the manager immediately pulled back his men. Nothing more was searched.
One day we saw in our kitchen a honed deer hanging from a hook. The soldiers cut off small pieces of meat from the animal, and roasted them to fight their knives over the open fire of the kitchen stove. They offered us a tasting. But mother and I was fed, the kitchen as we von innen sahen. Ich glaubte, schwärzer könnte es auch in der Hölle nicht aussehen - aber die Hölle des Krieges hatten wir überlebt.
(Bericht im General-Anzeiger, Bonn, 04.03.2005)
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