The German Perspective of WW2 | Memoirs Of WWII #49

So similar to my Grandfather. Fought in the German Wehrmacht in WW2, Came to America after the war only to fight in Korea. He flew an American flag in his yard until the day he died in 98. RIP Grandpa.

Whenever my grandpa told me this story he cried. He was a small child when Germans occupied Greece and he was hiding with the family in the mountains. One day they sent him to sneak in our house and find food, anything. Two SS soldiers caught him - the blond one yelled something in German, pointed his rifle and loaded a shot. The black haired SS looked at him with softer eyes, extended his arm and lowered the other soldier's rifle. He then gestured my grandfather to run away, which he did. He told me he never forgot their faces, decades later. That moment froze inside him. It's crazy when I think that I exist this day because that SS soldier extended his arm and stopped his colleague.

My Grandfather got spotted while on recon and had a group 4 German soldiers ask him to come out from hiding, alone under his jeep, so they could surrender. The saddest moment he ever shared was of comforting a wounded 'enemy' who did not make it. We owe that generation so much.

I have read a number of memoirs and seen a number of interviews from ww2 veterans from all sides. And they all share a link in common. Every. Single. One. said something to this effect: "I am proud of my service, but NEVER again." This is the real and most valuable lesson these elders teach us. Those who want war are always the ones who are unwilling to fight them.

This is why you can't automatically condemn any soldier just because they are on the opposite side. Alot of soldiers on both sides aren't there because they want to be.

I met an elderly German man, maybe 92 or 93 years old, living in America about a decade ago. I couldn’t miss the opportunity since there were so few WW2 veterans left to speak to, so as respectfully as I could, I asked him, “Did you fight in the war?” He grinned slightly and raised his eyebrows and said in a thick accent, “Yes… the for other side!” I said, “Wow, you must have some interesting stories.” And his smile faded, and he said, “No… No stories.”

In 1973 i was stationed in Germany where my first child was born. My in-laws came to visit and my FIL was a WWII vet. One evening he went exploring around Gieblestadt. My MIL had me go look for him and I found him in a local Gasthouse sitting at the Stammtisch hoisting brews with some old German soldiers and swapping war stories. What a sight.

My great grandfather was an ambulance driver in the Army in Finland (I'm born and raised in Sweden) during WWII and their wars with the Soviet Union. I never had the chance to meet and get to know him, but my grandmother told me that he used to have horrible nightmares, screaming and sweating as he woke up. He had to chainsmoke cigarettes to be able to calm down. I can't even imagine what horrors he must have seen and experienced! He didn't care if he tended to a comrade or a Soviet prisoner of war. If he had some bread to share with them for example, he did❤ R.I.P. Great grandfather Emil

The Eastern front was for the Germans a living hell. My grandpa, as a Hungarian, went there in January '45 with 100 men at that time. He as one of the two that survived. He is still going strong today!

His story about the trial for a man who was sentenced to death for just being worried really hit me. 😢

I had the supreme honor of meeting Dr. Forster and designing his book for him. His story is unbelievable, how he escaped certain death a number of times, including during his time in various prison camps after the war. The story of how he reunited with his parents is one of the most touching moments I’ve ever read. Dr Forster is a wonderful, wise, and kind gentleman, and I highly recommend his book. You won’t be able to put it down.

My loved Grandpa Willhelm from Hamburg was fighting at the Westernfront. In my Childhood he tell me horrible war Storys. At this Time in my Age i cant realize . I Know from my Father my Grandpa often screams and cry in and After nightmares. He was a Broken man. I have tears in my eyes to write this down. He was the lovliest an best Person i Ever knew. The Angel of the whole Familiy. In the year 2000 he lost the fight against Cancer. Im miss him and my Grandma so much. She lived in Hamburg at the Time of Operation Gomora. The Storys of her were frightened as Hell. WAR is terrible

They really need to interview Hugo Broch. He's the last surviving German ww2 flying Ace. He is currently 101 years old. (Edit): Hey wow didn't expect this comment to get so many likes. If anyone knows how to contact him that would be amazing.  To the people in the comments below arguing about the war I'd recommend the book "A thousand shall fall" by Susi Hasel Mundy.  It's a true story is about a man who served in the Pioneers in the German Wehrmacht in WW2. Like the Desmond Doss story he never carried a gun in combat. Franz hasel, a 40-year-old pacifist, was drafted and assigned to Pioneer Company 699, Hitler's elite troops who built bridges at the front lines. He carried a blackened piece of wood in his holster the entire war and would warn jews before the SS got to them on the eastern front. Not every German in the army believed the propaganda or wanted the war. This book is a great example of that. It also dives into his wife's experiences back at home and the hard choices they had to make as civilians.

Simply amazing that he survived the war then to become a US citizen and ultimately serve our country and rise through the ranks to become a Colonel....utmost respect sir! Amazing story and thank you for your service and dedication to your community and country... Hand Salute

Before my father passed away at 90 years old, he started talking about his experiences, as a kid living just outside Amsterdam, and the German occupation of the Netherlands. The things he witnessed are mind boggling. Let's keep the memories alive.

My german grandma was a child who had to look after her 2 younger siblings while her mum worked. Her dad never returned from the war. They had to flee their home when the russians attacked. They chose boat rather than fleeing in winter on foot. Most who did died from the cold and the russian bombs. She saw the boat that she had missed hit by something and sink, saw the bodies floating while on her boat. She ended up moving to the UK and getting married to my english grandad. Neither are still here. I loved her very much.

Until you walk a mile in this man's shoes you will never understand. After watching this video, it brought tears to my eyes because this man reminded me of someone, someone who I can't stop thinking about till this day! I was in the US Army in between 1989 to 1993 and in 1990, I was in Kaiserslautern Germany in a pub along with a friend. We were both 18 at the time and we were sitting up at the bar when I noticed an older man a few seats away on my right staring at me and my friend. The man looked to be in his mid 60's or so at the time and then he spoke to us. He said, "Are you American soldiers?" and clearly I could tell this man was German by his accent and I told him that we were American Soldiers. The man then said, "Thank you for what you young boys are doing and thank you for being here!" We thanked him and both me and my friend were still trying to figure out who this man was. He then told us that he was a former German Nazi Soldier during WWII and he told us how sorry he was for the things he has done and he said that there hasn't been a day gone by in his life that he doesn't have regrets. He said he was our age at the time, scared and only did what he was supposed to do and if he refused he would be killed. I told the man that he doesn't have to apologize to me or my friend. I told him we're just kids and we have no idea what you had to go through and we weren't here to judge him. The man continued to talk with us for the rest of the night, buying me and my friend beers and then it was time to go. We shook his hand and then left. When we walked outside I told my friend, "We just graduated high school not too long ago and to think, we just got the best history lesson of our lives tonight!" I am 51 now, I think about this man from time to time. I wonder if he was able to live a somewhat happy and fruitful life but it was clear at the time, the man had many regrets. I am sure some of you will judge him and maybe me for that matter but I am the one that experienced this and this sit down and he was the one who experienced what it was like to be so unfortunate to be an 18 year old male kid during that time. God Bless all who fought during WWII and rest in piece!

Interesting memoir...reminds me of my grandfather....he was a German pilot in training in 1945...only 16 years old. The Luftwaffe forced him into a Bf 109, gave him no ammo, and was told to act as a "shield" following behind the experienced pilots so they wouldn't get shot down. Well, he got shot down on his second mission by a Russian fighter. He crash landed in eastern Germany which was under Russian occupation as they moved on Berlin. He said he escaped capture and made his way to the US where he drove a commuter bus in New Jersey for the rest of his life. I asked him why he chose that occupation. He told me because it was "A quiet job"....and in his humorous way that because, "Buses are hard to shoot down".

My grandfather was a WW2 concentration lair prisoner and survived because he was an engeneer and could build radios for the germans. He never spoke about the war, would tie up and become blank when thinking about it. I've only heard some stories of what he went through, death of his friends, starvation, death and disease everywhere.

When I was a kid one of my neighbors from across the street was a US Navy "lifer" who served twenty years and he was at Pearl Harbor on that fateful day. One summer afternoon when I was a teenager he invited me inside his kitchen and told me stories of that day and he even had pictures. He was a living, breathing history book who actually lived through it. I'll never forget the hour I spent listening to his stories and sharing the historic photos with me. RIP, (Bill) Mr Weidmaier.