As many of you know, my grandfather volunteered for the SS Verfungstruppe in 1937. He was accepted and went on to do monument duty and military discipline duty (marching and marksmanship competition) in and around Munchen/Dachau until his deployment. In 1939 he traded in his blacks for feldgrau and tarn. As a light mortar operator, he did not see much close combat in either Czechoslovakia or even France. He was on the front lines however during Operation Barbarossa, in late July of '41, he was involved in a Russian artillery barrage while setting up to take the small but strategically important town of Opotchka. Although nearly having his arm blown off, he was lucky. Of the 100 or so men to enter a stand of trees on the western edge of the town was one of only five to walk out and make it back to friendly lines. Only a couple weeks later the area would become known as The Demyansk Pocket where virtually every solder he trained with would die.
With his arm now permanently fixed at a 90 degree angle, he was assigned SS cloth supplies duty out of Berlin. His wounds were too debilitating for "concentration camp" duty. He remained in Berlin until close to the end of the war, when he fled back to Baden-Wurttemberg. After the war he was imprisoned for 6 months for being in the Totenkopf. He lived the rest of his life doing relatively menial but stable work. Truck driver. Oil refinery worker. The kind of work a former SS soldier was allowed to have.
He had only one child, my mother. I have always let him know he was my hero, regardless of how the media and other groups castigated him. He spoke to no one about his service in the SS, only to my father, a U.S. Army captain, and us, his two grandchildren. As I gain access to his war photo album, I will be scanning a number of photos and posting them here. I fear however that the limited volume of them may disappoint many. He was never big for photos, and many of them he traded away. And no, he kept none of his black, or even grey uniform. The last time he wore a uniform was when they cut if off of his body to work on his injuries in '41.
Hoffentlich sehen wier uns nochmahl...mein Alte Kamerad.
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