Chapter Thirty-Five – July and August 1944 – Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Foreword written by Vicki Sorensen

My father, Frank Sorensen, immigrated to Canada from Roskilde, Denmark with his family in August 1939. He volunteered in the Royal Canadian Air Force in March 1941 and trained to become a Spitfire fighter pilot. He was shot down while serving with RAF 232 Squadron, over Tunisia, in North Africa on April 11, 1943 and became a prisoner of war at Stalag Luft III. He was an active participant in the tunnel digging operations that was later known as The Great Escape.

After my father’s death February 5th, 2010, when he was 87, I came into possession of letters written by him to his parents during the war that they had saved and given back to him. Along with the letters were numerous photos and service record documents. There were 174 letters in total which start from C.O.T.C., 1940, #1 Manning Depot, #3 Initial Flying Training School, #2 Elementary Flying Training School, #11 Service Flying Training School; all in Canada in 1941 to #17 A.F.U. (Advanced Flying Unit) and #53 O.T.U. (Operational Training Unit) in England in 1942. Then, his service from 1942 in RCAF 403 Squadron, in England, transferring to RAF 232 Squadron in Scotland, then to North Africa. Numerous letters are from 1943 and 1944 from Stalag Luft III, and then a handful from 1945. There were only two short letters from the long march from Sagan to Lubeck – one in March letting his parents know he was still all right, and one in May when they had just been liberated.


July 13, 1944

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother, Dad & IE;

A week ago I received Mother’s April 5, 11, and 25 and IE’s March 31, April 18, 29. also a small kitchen utensil parcel from Knapp Fisher in Sweden, whoever he may be. Grete Ferdenansen sent me quite a number of snaps which I have put on my wall beside all the others. I told you V.A. and Gunver are married. All Kriegies put their snaps on the wall and you can tell by the number of snaps on the wall by a Kriegie’s bed how many years he has been down. It will soon be five years for some of them. Minna Larsen sent me an interesting magazine parcel from Denmark and has been sending magazines right along. She seems a very sensible girl. Well, well, guess I’ll have to be patient. Would like to spend a summer there before settling down to whatever it is to be, in Canada. Wish I had visited West Hill while I was over there. Wonder if my sports parcel is among all the parcels outside. Wonder if there is a pair of rubber running shoes in it. At present I’m using two lifts which I fished out from the dustbin, as I got fed up splitting my toes on the tree stumps and burning my bare feet on cigarette stubs. One pair were sold for 45 pounds at auction hour.

Love Frank


July 21, 1944

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother & Dad & Company;

I received Dad’s April 11, 1944, Mother’s March 26, 1944 (three good snaps) May 9, 1944 and May 15, 1944. Thanks Dad it was a very nice letter; but I’m afraid Jean is in for a disappointment when I return, it being no fault of mine, for I have made it clear to her that our feelings are not mutual. To change the subject that’s a lovely armful of schoolgirls you have on the snap, Dennis, now they are the kind of pictures we want. My wall is getting well covered now. In same mail I got two letters from Jean. Wonder if I’ll be there to receive this letter, oh well I won’t mind being there a couple of months later than this letter. They can ship me home anytime within the next six months. Eric Foster is on the next repatriation – old Kreigy, you know and slightly round the bend. He said he’d call on you. His wife’s Danish. I tried teaching him Danish but for all he learnt I might as well have taught a horse. Eric’s excuse for not writing is better than none at all, but that’s just about all. I hope Dad doesn’t forget to book seats for the first passenger transport to Denmark after the war. Is Eric learning to speak French yet? He’s been at it long enough now. My glider has had a major prang recently so the wreck is hanging under the ceiling. Not in the mood to fix it just now.

Love to all, Frank


July 26, 1944

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother & Dad & Company;

Today I received Mother’s sports parcel, containing running shoes, sweatshirt, puzzles, cards, pencils and scribblers. The shoes, shirt pencil and scribblers I found immediate use for. Yes those shoes carried me round the circuits so fast and steady I felt I could have run all the way home. Old Foster is leaving tomorrow morning the lucky Kriegie; if I get up early enough I’ll see him off. He seems a different man now, I had a chat with him this evening, he seemed quite relieved and happy though he denied the latter. Have read a few of Emily Eaton’s books about French Canada. I certainly hope Eric will be there on leave when I return. We’ll spend about a week or so in London and then back to visit old friends. Oh it won’t be long now. I believe Eric and I could have a lot of fun together. The room here had quite a “bash” of parcels, nine parcels. Four of them sports, two recordings (gramophone) and three personal, so we are all running about in coloured shorts, shirts, etc. We’ll be having dried fruits or soups for deserts the next week or so and everybody will be chewing gum constantly the next couple of days. I wrote you a couple of days ago. Will send a card before the end of the month. Hope I will be home to receive this.

Love to all, Frank


July 29, 1944

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother & Dad & Company;

I sit down to write this last letter of the month just before going to bed; after a very pleasant day in the sun. Have just had a cold shower and “bashed” a couple of biscuits and peach jam when I was reminded of the date by the fellows all sitting around the table writing their ‘last of the month’ letter and every one in pyjamas by the way, a typical sight any time from 10 p.m. and on. Little Joe, a friend of Fosters just came in saying what a miserable night everybody writing letters. He’s one of the old Kriegies who doesn’t write many letters. The last couple of months I’ve found great pleasure in throwing the discus about the compound. I try to get out there early in the morning for at any other time of the day it gets pretty crowded. I wish I could get someone to wake me a couple of hours earlier in the morning for I love to be up and about then. Everything is so quiet; quite a different picture 3 or 4 hours later when everyone is out moving about. Had a letter from Hjorring yesterday. They still muck about in the garden but haven’t the strength to look after it well. But they love their strawberries. They had a letter from Holmgren 14 July. Must get to bed now. Guess I’ll be seeing you soon.

Love to all, Frank


August 12, 1944

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother & Dad & Company — one word censored with pencil —

It is after lockup, 10 p.m. and I have just been throwing a baseball around the last half hour so my right arm is a little sore. I usually spend half hour every night practicing with the ball as I have joined a baseball club (minor league of course). I like the game very much and a large number of English men here prefer it to cricket. Our team consists mostly of Englishmen with 3 Wing Commanders among them. Winger Braham D.S.O. and 2 Bars, D.F.C. and 2 Bars has just joined us. (see note) He and I had quite an interesting chat yesterday about Denmark. Guess you have met Foster now and got all the gen from him. Been lying in the sun all day so feel a little tired tonight; will finish this tomorrow. Today some more yanks arrived and their talk is very encouraging. I have often thought how nice it would have been to have had a card or two from GC just a few lines. We’ll have quite a reunion in London with Eric to join us. We have had lovely weather here lately and I’m getting that same colour I used to have when I was a kid.

Love to all, Frank


August 27, 1944

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother & Dad & Company;

We come again to the end of another month which reminds me of my last letter of the month to you. I usually keep one letter in case I receive a few the last couple of days of the month. August has been the best month for weather, the sun having shone nearly every day of the month. My friends in Denmark have kept me supplied with reading material and I have also had a couple of parcels one of them being from Gunver Rasmussen (ex Ferdinandsen). Am waiting for some magazines she sent me some time ago. There is also a dozen books outside awaiting censoring, sent by some Legations raad who has looked after several Kriegies here. Some books came into the camp today but none for me. Not doing very much these days too hot and beside we are getting — two words censored in pencil — in the room, we are now — one word censored — another Canadian and an American. I dread the thought of another winter here; in spite of the good news I can’t imagine this Christmas at home. Home – I wonder if I’ll ever make Canada my home – I’m still in doubt. Well I’ll worry about that when I get there.

Love Frank


Note

Winger Braham D.S.O

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Braham_(RAF_officer)

Pilot W/Cdr John R. D. Braham (right) with F/Lt Gregory

Excerpt

Braham’s war came to an end on 24 June 1944 when he was shot down by a pair of single-engine German Focke-Wulf Fw 190 fighters. Braham was captured and spent the rest of the war as a prisoner. He was liberated in May 1945.

Braham was the most highly decorated airman in RAF Fighter Command. He claimed the destruction of 29 enemy aircraft. In addition, he claimed a further six damaged and four probable victories. One of these probable victories can be confirmed through German records, making an unofficial total of 30 enemy aircraft destroyed. Nineteen were achieved at night. He was the most successful British pilot on twin-engine aircraft.

How he was shot down…

http://www.flensted.eu.com/1944085.shtml


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Chapter Thirty-Four – April – May – June 1944 – Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Note

There are no letters in May 1944


Foreword written by Vicki Sorensen

My father, Frank Sorensen, immigrated to Canada from Roskilde, Denmark with his family in August 1939. He volunteered in the Royal Canadian Air Force in March 1941 and trained to become a Spitfire fighter pilot. He was shot down while serving with RAF 232 Squadron, over Tunisia, in North Africa on April 11, 1943 and became a prisoner of war at Stalag Luft III. He was an active participant in the tunnel digging operations that was later known as The Great Escape.

After my father’s death February 5th, 2010, when he was 87, I came into possession of letters written by him to his parents during the war that they had saved and given back to him. Along with the letters were numerous photos and service record documents. There were 174 letters in total which start from C.O.T.C., 1940, #1 Manning Depot, #3 Initial Flying Training School, #2 Elementary Flying Training School, #11 Service Flying Training School; all in Canada in 1941 to #17 A.F.U. (Advanced Flying Unit) and #53 O.T.U. (Operational Training Unit) in England in 1942. Then, his service from 1942 in RCAF 403 Squadron, in England, transferring to RAF 232 Squadron in Scotland, then to North Africa. Numerous letters are from 1943 and 1944 from Stalag Luft III, and then a handful from 1945. There were only two short letters from the long march from Sagan to Lubeck – one in March letting his parents know he was still all right, and one in May when they had just been liberated.


April 12, 1944

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother & Dad, Sister, Brothers & Jean;

Nothing much to write about – just thought I’d better fill in one of these forms.  Squadron Leader Boulton is leaving us tomorrow or Tuesday.  As most Squadron Leaders here he also has the D.F.C.; you’ll most likely know all about him by the time you get this.  A week has passed since I started this letter; have not felt very happy lately.  Had a letter from Jean February 28, 1944.  Wish I had a gramophone, told Boulton to ask you.  I seem to have nothing at all to tell you these days now I understand better why some Kriegies don’t write home for months and months and others don’t write at all.  I sometimes think that no letters would be better than an uninteresting piece of paper like this.  Last time I began this letter I felt even more depressed than I do now, and I had to quit writing.  Dull day today and no mail.  A fortnight ago I thought I’d start a new hair style in the barracks so I shaved all my hair off, what a sight I was.  If Mother had seen me she’d have disowned me and Jean would never look my way again.  Though I didn’t have many followers, it was a change.  Saw Pygmalion this evening performed by Kriegies.  I enjoyed it very much.  Would like a separate blanket parcel for next winter.

Love Frank


April 27, 1944

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother & Dad, Sister & Brothers;

Spring is well on its way now, the air is getting warm, I see more POWs outside gathering around the parallel and horizontal bars, on the parade ground playing baseball, football or rugby and perhaps the most important sign of spring the number of Kriegies in light swimmer shorts and in running shoes or bare feet.  This is my second spring — one line censored with black marker — and I realize now more so than I did last spring how much I miss the signs of spring we are used to.  I often think of our old garden and regret now that I wasn’t old enough to appreciate to the extent you did, the riches of our lovely garden, as well as the labour we put into it.  How I long to be back and start training for whatever job I choose and then get settled down somewhere with someone; and I think I could settle down very easily after this war for my natural desire for adventure has been thus roughly satisfied.  Had six letters today; Mothers 22.2.44, 5.3.44, Eileen’s 20.2.44, Dad’s 10.3.44, Jean’s 4.1.44 and 10.3.44.  I was so pleased to have Eileen’s, hope she writes at least once a month!  I wonder if you are still taking the dancing lessons; I expect you to teach me how to dance properly when I return – ah we’ll have a lot of fun when we all get back.  We’ll celebrate and I mean celebrate.  Celebrate as we have never done before!  What do you say Mother, do you think you could still turn somersaults on the dining room floor?  It will be a little more difficult to get Dad going, but I think with Eric’s assistance I’ll manage.  Best regards to Mrs. Thomsen and the office.  More snaps!!!  I’ll be home any year now.

Love Frank


June 15, 1944

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother & Dad, Sister & Brothers;

Haven’t had much mail lately.  Could surely do with a few letters.  Have felt very lazy and tired these days, and have therefore missed my usual daily exercise.  However, I blame it on the weather.  Had a lot of fun with my glider – I’m afraid to tow it too high though as it might hit a window or fly over the wire.  Every time I take it out on the parade ground something always happens to it, so I am kept busy repairing it.  When not in use I hang it up in the room under the ceiling.  It’s quite a spectacle there with its wing span of 2 m 33 cm.  If I can’t afford flying after this war I’m certainly going in for gliding.  Not read very much lately.  “Oh, Promised Land,” “Top Roots,” “Canada Moves North,” and “Botany Bay” I liked very much.  Managed to get a B.S. cap the other day, though second hand it might be better material than caps on sale when I return.  I have finally quit planning and worrying about the post war future.  Also given up the idea of studying in here.  In short, I have joined the “don’t give a damn” old Kriegies slap happy throng.  Of course I sometimes get the typical Kriegie spells: “Must get something done now” – but that’s as far as I ever get.

Love Frank


June 22, 1944

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother & Dad, IE & Brothers;

I don’t think I have told you that I have had a number of letters from Mrs. Benthin Danish Red Cross.  Had another from her yesterday.  Also one from Ellen A.  While she was home recently, grandfather brought her a bouquet because she phoned him the day she received a card from me.  Had two nice letters from Minna with a snap taken on one of our school outings.  She is a sister of our boy scout friends “Lasse,” Holger Larsen, Eric will know them.  I just heard the block mail officer shout “mail up” so old muscle bound Sullivan and I made a dash for the door – he got there first and nearly went through the door without opening it.  There is always a lot of door slamming and sounds of heavy boots in the corridor when the mail stampede begins.  Well Sullivan just brought back another letter from Mrs. Benthin.  I sent her a copy of the snaps with Foster and me.  She thinks I look very thin, so maybe I can look forward to receiving a few more parcels.  Just had a mandolin session with a Polish officer; we both enjoyed it very much.  If only he wasn’t as lazy as I am we might get someone to play the mandolin, get a few more mandolins and guitars together.  Got the old discus and shot put out again.  Also been running the circuit with Boge.

Love Frank


Photos

Robert Buckham & Frank Sorensen - Stalag Luft III, June 1943

Robert Buckham and Frank Sorensen – Stalag Luft III, June 1943
(collection Frank Sorensen via Vicki Sorensen)

F.O. Frank Sorensen with Flt.Lt. Eric Foster at Stalag Luft III - June 1943 - Copy

Flying Officer  Frank Sorensen with Flight Lieutenant Eric Foster
at Stalag Luft III – June 1943
(collection Frank Sorensen via Vicki Sorensen)

Note

Boulton’s and Boge’s names were mentioned in previous letters as well as Foster’s name.

More about Robert Buckham

https://legionmagazine.com/en/1999/01/robert-buckham/

Excerpt

Art was Robert Buckham’s life—or at least his sanity. It got him through the hell of two forced marches during his time as a PoW in Germany during WW II. From top to bottom: On The March, April 1945; RAF Polish Officer.

Born in Toronto in 1918, Robert Buckham didn’t go overseas as a WW II artist. He went over as a pilot with the Royal Canadian Air Force and ended up flying Wellington bombers over France and Germany. He was with 428 Squadron when his plane was shot down over Bochum, Germany, on April 8, 1943. The pilot and crew survived the crash, but were captured by the Germans and imprisoned at Stalag Luft III, 120 kilometres northeast of Dresden. It was from there that the Great Escape took place on March 24, 1944.

On Christmas Day 1944—a small, green hardboard book was issued to the airman. It contained 115 blank pages which Buckham began to fill with notes and sketches prior to the first of two forced marches the PoWs endured. The book, which fit nicely into the large pocket on Buckham’s tunic, formed the basis of an illustrative diary called Forced March to Freedom.


More about Flight Lieutenant Eric Foster

Squadron Leader Foster wrote Life Hangs by a Silken Thread.

Book cover

Eric Foster - back sleeve of Life Hangs by a Silken Thread

Back cover (courtesy Vicki Sorensen)

More here:

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/profiles/wartime-heroism-the-real-hero-of-the-great-escape-6105366.html

Excerpt

Had it not been for the Second World War, Eric Foster’s life story would have held little interest for Hollywood’s film-makers. A trained doctor of trichology approaching early middle age, he spent his days curing the hair loss and scalp problems of the patients at his London clinic.

With the outbreak of hostilities, like many other single men, Dr Foster, 36, did the patriotic thing and volunteered for the Royal Air Force. During the following years, his life was to be transformed from one of respectable middle-class anonymity into a thunderous adventure story that was to provide one of the greatest actors of his generation with perhaps his most enduring screen role.

Mr Foster, who died at the age of 102 at the weekend, was the inspiration for Steve McQueen’s character, Captain Virgil Hilts, otherwise known as the Cooler King, in John Sturges’ classic 1963 wartime film The Great Escape. Mr Foster escaped no less than seven times from German prisoner-of-war camps. But, although his relentless thirst for liberty inspired the Hilts character, unlike the fictional American who was recaptured amid a hail of bullets as he attempted a motorbike jump to freedom over the Swiss border, the British airman eschewed two wheels.


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Chapter Thirty-Three – January – February – March 1944 – Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Note

There are no letters in January 1944. The Great Escape occurred on March 24, 1944.


Foreword written by Vicki Sorensen

My father, Frank Sorensen, immigrated to Canada from Roskilde, Denmark with his family in August 1939. He volunteered in the Royal Canadian Air Force in March 1941 and trained to become a Spitfire fighter pilot. He was shot down while serving with RAF 232 Squadron, over Tunisia, in North Africa on April 11, 1943 and became a prisoner of war at Stalag Luft III. He was an active participant in the tunnel digging operations that was later known as The Great Escape.

After my father’s death February 5th, 2010, when he was 87, I came into possession of letters written by him to his parents during the war that they had saved and given back to him. Along with the letters were numerous photos and service record documents. There were 174 letters in total which start from C.O.T.C., 1940, #1 Manning Depot, #3 Initial Flying Training School, #2 Elementary Flying Training School, #11 Service Flying Training School; all in Canada in 1941 to #17 A.F.U. (Advanced Flying Unit) and #53 O.T.U. (Operational Training Unit) in England in 1942. Then, his service from 1942 in RCAF 403 Squadron, in England, transferring to RAF 232 Squadron in Scotland, then to North Africa. Numerous letters are from 1943 and 1944 from Stalag Luft III, and then a handful from 1945. There were only two short letters from the long march from Sagan to Lubeck – one in March letting his parents know he was still all right, and one in May when they had just been liberated.


February 9, 1944

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother & Dad, IE, brothers and Jean;

Mother’s dated November 1, 1943 and November 16, 1943 arrived today.  I will repeat my request for at least four letters a month, two from Mother and two from the junior members of the family.  One of my room mates here receives four from his Mother and four from his sister and when his father is travelling he also has four from him; besides the letters he gets from friends.  Had five letters last month and they were all Danish.  Mother’s reasons for only writing twice a month, or rather not letting the junior members fill in a couple of letters a month, are simply wrong, and I shall be very unhappy if I have no letters from the rest of the family.  As for Eric, my best pal for 18 years, I regret having heard nothing from him, who knows, it might be the last chance of hearing from him at all.  While we are at the mail situation, the most welcomed gift excepting the first couple of parcels from home, is an ordinary envelope of half a dozen snaps every month without a letter in it.  Send old snaps if you can’t take new ones!  Don’t let Red Cross talk you out of it, just send them.  It took young Christensen 18 months to persuade his Mother to send him his first snaps.  Have acknowledged four snaps without IE.

Love to all Frank


February 25, 1944

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Dad;

My second letter this month.  Received three science books from Queen’s, but if I hope to do any studying in this room, I’ll have to introduce a quiet study period, which is going to be a little difficult, as certain members of the room enjoy filling the room with visitors any time of the day.  Received my second parcel from Holmgren.  One of the Canadians here, Foss Boulton (see note) expects to be repatriated in the near future.  He suffers from loss of memory after a severe head operation.  It has been very cold here lately, but we have always been able to keep the room comfortably warm.  As I am very restless and being unable to keep my blankets on me at night, I sewed them into a sleeping bag.  Ok now.  I had a letter from Jean the other day, with a little picture of her.  A lovely letter it was, as a matter of fact the first of its kind I have ever received from any girl.  I used to read it every night before lights out and “throwing” quick glances at her picture, until a few days ago when I received a letter from Mother in which she mentions Jean’s apparent interest in my financial arrangements.  Haven’t read her letter since.  Oh well, back in the old mental treadmill again – most probably Jean is more interested in the R.C.A.F. officer and the 7.50 a day than the good-for-nothing student that I really am, but it was very soothing, while it lasted, to the nearly 12 month old Kriegy mind to try to believe that Jean really meant what she wrote in her last letter.  Received 1000 cigs from Mrs. Spice.  Though I still haven’t acquired the habit I’m glad to have them.

Love to all, Frank


March 20, 1944

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother & Dad;

Dad’s of December 24, 1943 and January 14, 1944 and Mother’s January 10, 1944 are the latest.  The third parcel came from Gramp; everyone there ok.  The winter has been dragging on for a long while now leaving the ground wet and miserable forcing most everyone to remain indoors and indoor life in a Kriegy camp does not make time go any faster.  Just had a bite of Mother’s maple sugar, the cook, a new Squadron Leader in the room, had it out and was cutting some of it off for cooking with the bully and Spam to give a different taste to the meat.  There is a fight every night between my better judgement and my stomach about that bully beef and spam.  That it’s better than nothing is of course some consolation; but if anyone shows me bully beef or spam or a tin opener when I get home – I repeat what I have written before that I would rather have one snap than a dozen letters even old snaps, anything.

Love to all, Frank


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About the escape

Source Wikipedia

Background

In March 1943, Royal Air Force Squadron Leader Roger Bushell conceived a plan for a mass escape from the North Compound, which took place on the night of 24/25 March 1944. He was being held with the other British and Commonwealth airmen and he was in command of the Escape Committee that managed all escape opportunities from the north compound. Falling back on his legal background to represent his scheme, Bushell called a meeting of the Escape Committee to advocate for his plan.

“Everyone here in this room is living on borrowed time. By rights we should all be dead! The only reason that God allowed us this extra ration of life is so we can make life hell for the Hun … In North Compound we are concentrating our efforts on completing and escaping through one master tunnel. No private-enterprise tunnels allowed. Three bloody deep, bloody long tunnels will be dug – Tom, Dick and Harry. One will succeed!”

Herbert Massey, as senior British officer, authorised the escape attempt which would have good chance of success; in fact, the simultaneous digging of three tunnels would become an advantage if any one of them was discovered, because the guards would scarcely imagine that another two were well underway. The most radical aspect of the plan was not the scale of the construction, but the number of men intended to pass through the tunnels. While previous attempts had involved up to 20 men, in this case Bushell was proposing to get over 200 out, all wearing civilian clothes and some with forged papers and escape equipment. As this escape attempt was unprecedented in size, it would require unparalleled organisation; as the mastermind of the Great Escape, Roger Bushell inherited the codename of “Big X”. More than 600 prisoners were involved in the construction of the tunnels.

The tunnels

Three tunnels, Tom, Dick, and Harry were dug for the escape. The operation was so secretive that everyone was to refer to each tunnel by its name. Bushell took this so seriously that he threatened to court-martial anyone who even uttered the word “tunnel”.

Tom began in a darkened corner next to a stove chimney in hut 123 and extended west into the forest. It was found by the Germans and dynamited.

Dick’s entrance was hidden in a drain sump in the washroom of hut 122 and had the most secure trap door. It was to go in the same direction as Tom and the prisoners decided that the hut would not be a suspected tunnel site as it was further from the wire than the others. Dick was abandoned for escape purposes because the area where it would have surfaced was cleared for camp expansion. Dick was used to store soil and supplies and as a workshop.

Harry, which began in hut 104, went under the Vorlager (which contained the German administration area), sick hut and the isolation cells to emerge at the woods on the northern edge of the camp. The entrance to “Harry” was hidden under a stove. Ultimately used for the escape, it was discovered as the escape was in progress with only 76 of the planned 220 prisoners free. The Germans filled it with sewage and sand and sealed it with cement.

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After the escape, the prisoners started digging another tunnel called George, but this was abandoned when the camp was evacuated.

Tunnel construction

The tunnels were very deep – about 9 m (30 ft) below the surface. They were very small, only 0.6 m (2 ft) square, though larger chambers were dug to house an air pump, a workshop and staging posts along each tunnel. The sandy walls were shored up with pieces of wood scavenged from all over the camp, much from the prisoners’ beds (of the twenty or so boards originally supporting each mattress, only about eight were left on each bed). Other wooden furniture was also scavenged.

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End of “Harry”

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End of “Harry” tunnel showing how close the exit was to the camp fence

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“Harry”

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Entrance of “Harry” showing outline of building

Other materials were also used, such as Klim tin cans that had held powdered milk supplied by the Red Cross for the prisoners. The metal in the cans could be fashioned into various tools and items such as scoops and lamps, fuelled by fat skimmed off soup served at the camp and collected in tiny tin vessels, with wicks made from worn clothing. The main use of the Klim tins was for the extensive ventilation ducting in all three tunnels.

As the tunnels grew longer, a number of technical innovations made the job easier and safer. A pump was built to push fresh air along the ducting, invented by Squadron Leader Bob Nelson of 37 Squadron. The pumps were built of odd items including pieces from the beds, hockey sticks and knapsacks, as well as the Klim tins.

The usual method of disposing of sand from all the digging was to scatter it discreetly on the surface. Small pouches made of towels or long underpants were attached inside the prisoners’ trousers; as they walked around, the sand could be scattered. Sometimes, they would dump sand into the small gardens they were allowed to tend. As one prisoner turned the soil, another would release sand while they both appeared to be in conversation. The prisoners wore greatcoats to conceal the bulges from the sand, and were referred to as “penguins” because of their supposed resemblance. In sunny months, sand could be carried outside and scattered in blankets used for sun bathing; more than 200 were used to make an estimated 25,000 trips.

The Germans were aware that something was going on but failed to discover any of the tunnels until much later. To break up an escape attempt, nineteen of the top suspects were transferred without warning to Stalag VIIIC. Of those, only six had been involved with tunnel construction. One of these, a Canadian called Wally Floody, was actually originally in charge of digging and camouflage before his transfer.

Eventually the prisoners felt they could no longer dump sand above ground because the Germans became too efficient at catching them doing it. After “Dick”‘s planned exit point was covered by a new camp expansion, the decision was made to start filling it up. As the tunnel’s entrance was very well-hidden, “Dick” was also used as a storage room for items such as maps, postage stamps, forged travel permits, compasses and clothing. Some guards cooperated by supplying railway timetables, maps and many official papers so that they could be forged. Some genuine civilian clothes were obtained by bribing German staff with cigarettes, coffee or chocolate. These were used by escaping prisoners to travel from the camp more easily, especially by train.

The prisoners ran out of places to hide sand, and snow cover made it impractical to scatter it undetected. Under the seats in the theatre there was a large empty space but when it was built the prisoners had given their word not to misuse the materials; the parole system was regarded as inviolate. Internal “legal advice” was taken and the SBOs (Senior British Officers) decided that the completed building did not fall under the parole system. A seat in the back row was hinged and the sand dispersal problem solved.

German prison camps began to receive larger numbers of American prisoners. The Germans decided that new camps would be built specifically for U.S. airmen. To allow as many people to escape as possible, including the Americans, efforts on the remaining two tunnels increased. This drew attention from guards and in September 1943 the entrance to “Tom” became the 98th tunnel to be discovered in the camp; guards in the woods had seen sand being removed from the hut where it was located. Work on “Harry” ceased and did not resume until January 1944.

Tunnel “Harry” completed

“Harry” was finally ready in March 1944. By then the Americans, some of whom had worked on “Tom”, had been moved away; despite its portrayal in the Hollywood film, only one American, Major Johnnie Dodge, participated in the “Great Escape”. Previously, the attempt had been planned for the summer for its good weather, but in early 1944 the Gestapo visited the camp and ordered increased effort to detect escapes. Rather than risk waiting and having their tunnel discovered, Bushell ordered the attempt be made as soon as it was ready. Many Germans willingly helped in the escape itself. The film suggests that the forgers were able to make near-exact replicas of just about any pass that was used in Nazi Germany. In reality, the forgers received a great deal of assistance from Germans who lived many hundreds of miles away on the other side of the country. Several German guards, who were openly anti-Nazi, also willingly gave the prisoners items and assistance of any kind to aid their escape.

In their plan, of the 600 who had worked on the tunnels only 200 would be able to escape. The prisoners were separated into two groups. The first group of 100, called “serial offenders,” were guaranteed a place and included 30 who spoke German well or had a history of escapes, and an additional 70 considered to have put in the most work on the tunnels. The second group, considered to have much less chance of success, was chosen by drawing lots; called “hard-arsers”, they would have to travel by night as they spoke little or no German and were only equipped with the most basic fake papers and equipment.

The prisoners waited about a week for a moonless night, and on Friday 24 March the escape attempt began. As night fell, those allocated a place moved to Hut 104. Unfortunately for the prisoners, the exit trap door of Harry was frozen solid and freeing it delayed the escape for an hour and a half. Then it was discovered that the tunnel had come up short of the nearby forest; at 10.30 p.m. the first man out emerged just short of the tree line close to a guard tower. (According to Alan Burgess, in his book The Longest Tunnel, the tunnel reached the forest, as planned, but the first few trees were too sparse to provide adequate cover). As the temperature was below freezing and there was snow on the ground, a dark trail would be created by crawling to cover. To avoid being seen by the sentries, the escapes were reduced to about ten per hour, rather than the one every minute that had been planned. Word was eventually sent back that no-one issued with a number above 100 would be able to get away before daylight. As they would be shot if caught trying to return to their own barracks, these men changed back into their own uniforms and got some sleep. An air raid then caused the camp’s (and the tunnel’s) electric lighting to be shut down, slowing the escape even more. At around 1 a.m., the tunnel collapsed and had to be repaired.

Despite these problems, 76 men crawled through to freedom, until at 4:55 a.m. on 25 March, the 77th man was spotted emerging by one of the guards. Those already in the trees began running, while a New Zealand Squadron Leader Leonard Henry Trent VC who had just reached the tree line stood up and surrendered. The guards had no idea where the tunnel entrance was, so they began searching the huts, giving men time to burn their fake papers. Hut 104 was one of the last to be searched, and despite using dogs the guards were unable to find the entrance. Finally, German guard Charlie Pilz crawled back through the tunnel but found himself trapped at the camp end; he began calling for help and the prisoners opened the entrance to let him out, finally revealing its location.

An early problem for the escapees was that most were unable to find the way into the railway station, until daylight revealed it was in a recess of the side wall to an underground pedestrian tunnel. Consequently, many of them missed their night time trains, and decided either to walk across country or wait on the platform in daylight. Another unanticipated problem was that this was the coldest March for thirty years, with snow up to five feet deep, so the escapees had no option but to leave the cover of woods and fields and stay on the roads.

Murders of escapees

Nationalities of the 50 executed prisoners
20 British
6 Canadian
6 Polish
5 Australian
3 South African
2 New Zealander
2 Norwegian
1 Argentinian
1 Belgian
1 Czechoslovak
1 French
1 Greek
1 Lithuanian

Following the escape, the Germans made an inventory of the camp and uncovered how extensive the operation had been. Four thousand bed boards had gone missing, as well as 90 complete double bunk beds, 635 mattresses, 192 bed covers, 161 pillow cases, 52 twenty-man tables, 10 single tables, 34 chairs, 76 benches, 1,212 bed bolsters, 1,370 beading battens, 1219 knives, 478 spoons, 582 forks, 69 lamps, 246 water cans, 30 shovels, 300 m (1,000 ft) of electric wire, 180 m (600 ft) of rope, and 3,424 towels. 1,700 blankets had been used, along with more than 1,400 Klim cans. Electric cable had been stolen after being left unattended by German workers; because they had not reported the theft, they were executed by the Gestapo. Thereafter each bed was supplied with only nine bed boards, which were counted regularly by the guards.

Of 76 escapees, 73 were captured. Adolf Hitler initially wanted every recaptured officer to be shot. Hermann Göring, Field Marshal Keitel, Major-General Westhoff and Major-General Hans von Graevenitz (inspector in charge of war prisoners) pointed out to Hitler that a massacre might bring about reprisals to German pilots in Allied hands. Hitler agreed, but insisted “more than half” were to be shot, eventually ordering SS head Himmler to execute more than half of the escapees. Himmler passed the selection on to General Arthur Nebe, and fifty were executed singly or in pairs. Roger Bushell, the leader of the escape, was shot by Gestapo official Emil Schulz just outside Saarbrücken, Germany. Bob Nelson is said to have been spared by the Gestapo because they may have believed he was related to his namesake Admiral Nelson. His friend Dick Churchill was probably spared because of his surname, shared with the British Prime Minister.

Seventeen captured escapees were returned to Stalag Luft III.

Two captured escapees were sent to Colditz Castle, and four were sent to Sachsenhausen concentration camp, where one quipped “the only way out of here is up the chimney.” They managed to tunnel out and escape three months later, although they were recaptured and returned; Two were subsequently sent to Oflag IV-C Colditz.

There were three successful escapees:

Per Bergsland, Norwegian pilot of No. 332 Squadron RAF, escapee #44
Jens Müller, Norwegian pilot of No. 331 Squadron RAF, escapee #43
Bram van der Stok, Dutch pilot of No. 41 Squadron RAF, escapee #18

Bergsland and Müller escaped together, and made it to neutral Sweden by train and boat with the help of friendly Swedish sailors. Van der Stok, granted one of the first slots by the Escape Committee due to his language and escape skills, travelled through much of occupied Europe with the help of the French Resistance before finding safety at a British consulate in Spain.

Aftermath

The50Memorial
Memorial to “The Fifty” down the road toward Żagań.

The Gestapo investigated the escape and, whilst this uncovered no significant new information, the camp commandant, von Lindeiner-Wildau, was removed and threatened with court martial. Having feigned mental illness to avoid imprisonment, he was later wounded by Soviet troops advancing toward Berlin, while acting as second in command of an infantry unit. He surrendered to British forces as the war ended, and was a prisoner of war for two years at the prisoner of war camp known as the “London Cage”. He testified during the British SIB investigation concerning the Stalag Luft III murders. Originally one of Hermann Göring’s personal staff, after being refused retirement, von Lindeiner had been posted as Sagan commandant. He had followed the Geneva Accords concerning the treatment of POWs and had won the respect of the senior prisoners. He was repatriated in 1947 and died in 1963 aged 82.

On April 6, 1944 the new camp commandant Oberstleutnant Erich Cordes informed Massey that he had received official communication from the German High Command that 41 of the escapees had been shot while resisting arrest. Massey was himself repatriated on health grounds a few days later.

Over subsequent days, prisoners collated the names of 47 prisoners they considered to be unaccounted for. On 15 April (17 April in some sources) the new senior British officer, Group Captain Douglas Wilson (RAAF), surreptitiously passed a list of these names to an official visitor from the Swiss Red Cross.

Cordes was replaced soon afterwards by Oberst Werner Braune. Braune was appalled that so many escapees had been killed, and allowed the prisoners who remained there to build a memorial, to which he also contributed. (The memorial still stands at its original site.)

The British government learned of the deaths from a routine visit to the camp by Swiss authorities as the protecting power in May; the Foreign Secretary Anthony Eden announced the news to the House of Commons on 19 May 1944. Shortly afterwards the repatriated Massey arrived in Britain and briefed the Government regarding the fate of the escapees. Eden updated Parliament on 23 June, promising that, at the end of the war, those responsible would be brought to exemplary justice.

Post-war investigation and prosecutions

General Arthur Nebe, who is believed to have selected the airmen to be shot, was involved in the 20 July plot to kill Hitler and was executed by Nazi authorities in 1945.

After the war ended, Wg Cdr. Wilfred Bowes of the RAF Police Special Investigation Branch (SIB) began to research the Great Escape and launched a manhunt for German personnel considered responsible for killing escapees. As a result, several former Gestapo and military personnel were convicted of war crimes.

Colonel Telford Taylor was the US prosecutor in the German High Command case at the Nuremberg Trials. The indictment called for the General Staff of the Army and the High Command of the German Armed Forces to be considered criminal organisations; the witnesses were several of the surviving German field marshals and their staff officers. One of the crimes charged was of the murder of the fifty. Colonel of the Luftwaffe Bernd von Brauchitsch, who served on the staff of Reich Marshal Hermann Göring, was interrogated by Captain Horace Hahn about the murders. Several Gestapo officers responsible for the murders were executed or imprisoned.

Survivors

Flight Lieutenant Bernard “Pop” Green, RAF was one of the escapees who was captured by the Germans and sent back to Stalag Luft III. He survived the war and returned home to Buckinghamshire. He died November 2, 1971. Green was the oldest person to be involved in the escape, 56 years old and born in 1887. His grandson Lawrence Green wrote a book about him in 2012 entitled Great War to Great Escape: The Two Wars of Flight Lieutenant Bernard ‘Pop’ Green MC.

Jack Harrison, who was one of the 200 men of the Great Escape, died on 4 June 2010, at the age of 97.

Les Broderick, who kept watch over the entry of the “Dick” tunnel, died on 8 April 2013 aged 91. He was in a group of three who had escaped out of the “Harry” tunnel but were recaptured when a cottage they had hoped to rest in turned out to be full of soldiers.

Ken Rees, a digger, was in the tunnel when the escape was discovered. He later lived in North Wales and died at age 93 on 30 August 2014. His book is called Lie in the Dark and Listen.

Gordon King of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, had been number 141 to escape and operated the pump to send air into the tunnel. Speaking candidly of his low number and resulting inability to get out of the tunnel that night, he said he considered himself fortunate. King had been shot down over Germany in 1943 and spent the rest of the war as a prisoner. He participated in the Battle Scars television series in his home town of Edmonton.

Jack Lyon, number 79 on the roster, celebrated his 100th birthday in 2017. He died on 12 March 2019, aged 101.

Paul Royle, a Bristol Blenheim pilot, was interviewed in March 2014 as part of the 70th anniversary of the escape, living in Perth, Australia at the age of 100. He downplayed the significance of the escape and did not claim that he did anything extraordinary, saying: “While we all hoped for the future we were lucky to get the future. We eventually defeated the Germans and that was that.” Royle died, aged 101, in August 2015.

Dick Churchill was the last surviving of the 76 escapees before his death on 15 February 2019; then an RAF Squadron Leader, he was among the 23 not executed by the Nazis. Churchill, a Handley Page Hampden bomber pilot, was discovered after the escape hiding in a hay loft. In a 2014 interview at the age of 94, he said he was fairly certain that he had been spared execution because his captors thought he might be related to British Prime Minister Winston Churchill.

Charles Clarke was an RAF officer who served as a bomb aimer. After his Lancaster bomber crashed, he was captured and sent to Stalag Luft III; arriving weeks before the Great Escape. He did not take part in the escape itself, but had helped to forge papers and acted as a “watcher”. He later took part in the forced march, before being liberated. He remained in the RAF after the war, reaching the rank of air commodore. He returned to the camp in later life and helped build a replica of Hut 104 (where the Great Escape tunnel started). He also retraced the forced march on each anniversary. He died on 7 May 2019.


 

Note

The Great Escape occurred four days later on March 24th. (link to article)

Decades of research and extensive interviews with some 150 survivors shed new light on the wartime story that gripped the world.
By Charles Rollings, (edited by Joe Shute) Tuesday 22 March 2016

Great Escape

Great Escape


About Foss Boulton (source Facebook https://www.facebook.com/RCAF.ARC/)

Boulton

Photo: S/L Foss Boulton (left), who was a prisoner at Stalag Luft III, describes his experiences to S/L R.A. Buckham in 1944. They were serving in the same squadron when Boulton was shot down in May 1943. DND Archives.

S/L Foss Boulton

Arrived in UK by plane, 8 April 1942. Attended No.57 OTU, 28 April to 4 August 1942; No.416 Squadron, 14 August to 30 August 1942; No.402 Squadron, 30 August to 20 December 1942; No.416 Squadron, 8 January to 13 May 1943 – shot down by flak while escorting Forts to Amiens; wounded in left arm, back and head; baled out at 26,000 feet; POW at Stalag Luft III (Where the escapees were executed by shooting or wire noose in a notorious war crime); repatriated to Britain, 28 May 1944; returned to Canada and commanded No.3 Release Centre, 9 December 1944 to 31 March 1946; released 6 May 1946.

Flying Officer, 18 May 1940;

Flight Lieutenant, 15 August 1941;

Squadron Leader, 8 January 1943;

Wing Commander, 1 March 1945.

Victories as follows:

19 August 1942, one Ju.88 damaged, Dieppe;

6 September 1942, one FW.190 damaged, Meaulte;

3 February 1943, one FW.190 probably destroyed, St.Omer;

3 April 1943, one FW.190 destroyed, Le Touquet;

5 April 1943, one FW.190 damaged west of Ghent;

17 April 1943, one Bf.109F destroyed north of Dieppe;

20 April 1943, one FW.190 destroyed, Dieppe coast;

3 May 1943, one FW.190 destroyed, Samer;

13 May 1943, one FW.190 destroyed and one FW.190 damaged.

Credited ‘at least four’.

Sqn Ldr Foss Henry Boulton


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Chapter Thirty – October 1943 – Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Note

The first escape occurred in October 1943.

The first escape occurred in October 1943 in the East Compound. Conjuring up a modern Trojan Horse, kriegies (prisoners) constructed a gymnastic vaulting horse largely from plywood from Red Cross parcels. The horse was designed to conceal men, tools and containers of soil. Each day the horse was carried out to the same spot near the perimeter fence and while prisoners conducted gymnastic exercises above, a tunnel was dug. At the end of each working day, a wooden board was placed over the tunnel entrance and covered with surface soil. The gymnastics disguised the real purpose of the vaulting horse and kept the sound of the digging from being detected by the microphones. For three months three prisoners, Lieutenant Michael Codner, Flight Lieutenant Eric Williams and Flight Lieutenant Oliver Philpot, in shifts of one or two diggers at a time, dug over 30 m (100 ft) of tunnel, using bowls as shovels and metal rods to poke through the surface of the ground to create air holes. No shoring was used except near the entrance. On the evening of 19 October 1943, Codner, Williams and Philpot made their escape. Williams and Codner were able to reach the port of Stettin where they stowed away on a Danish ship and eventually returned to Britain. Philpot, posing as a Norwegian margarine manufacturer, was able to board a train to Danzig (now Gdańsk) and from there stowed away on a Swedish ship headed for Stockholm, from where he was repatriated to Britain. Accounts of this escape were recorded in the book Goon in the Block (later retitled The Wooden Horse) by Williams, the book Stolen Journey by Philpot and the 1950 film The Wooden Horse.

(Source Wikipedia)


Foreword written by Vicki Sorensen

My father, Frank Sorensen, immigrated to Canada from Roskilde, Denmark with his family in August 1939. He volunteered in the Royal Canadian Air Force in March 1941 and trained to become a Spitfire fighter pilot. He was shot down while serving with RAF 232 Squadron, over Tunisia, in North Africa on April 11, 1943 and became a prisoner of war at Stalag Luft III. He was an active participant in the tunnel digging operations that was later known as The Great Escape.

After my father’s death February 5th, 2010, when he was 87, I came into possession of letters written by him to his parents during the war that they had saved and given back to him. Along with the letters were numerous photos and service record documents. There were 174 letters in total which start from C.O.T.C., 1940, #1 Manning Depot, #3 Initial Flying Training School, #2 Elementary Flying Training School, #11 Service Flying Training School; all in Canada in 1941 to #17 A.F.U. (Advanced Flying Unit) and #53 O.T.U. (Operational Training Unit) in England in 1942. Then, his service from 1942 in RCAF 403 Squadron, in England, transferring to RAF 232 Squadron in Scotland, then to North Africa. Numerous letters are from 1943 and 1944 from Stalag Luft III, and then a handful from 1945. There were only two short letters from the long march from Sagan to Lubeck – one in March letting his parents know he was still all right, and one in May when they had just been liberated.


October 26, 1943

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother & Dad;

The second of October I received Canada House clothing parcel and a standard Danish Red Cross food parcel financed by Gramp.  The food parcel contained 1 pound of fresh butter, 1 pound fresh cheese, 1 package Ruger Knäckebröd, 1 pound sugar, some marmalade and mint extract.  The clothing parcel had a lovely home knitted blanket, made up by a number of small various coloured squares sewed together by black wool and trimmed with same black wool.  I sure appreciate that gift from the Junior Red Cross (Canadian).  It also brightens up the room.  I have now 4 blankets, so I reckon I’ll survive.  Didn’t IE start on such a blanket.  My possessions as a Kriegy are at present:  3 sets heavy winter underwear, 3 good towels, facecloth, shaving outfit, 2 sweaters, 1 summer underwear, 4 pairs socks, 1 pair boots and shoes and slippers, 1 woollen helmet, 1 great coat, scarf, gloves, 4 shirts, 2 ties, 1 army battle dress, 10 hankies.  Articles I’m short of:  toothbrush and Gibbs “cakes”, 1 pair of “high ankled” rubber running shoes, more summer underwear (3 pair) like the trunks you sent in the July parcel, 3 or 4 pair home knitted socks.

Dad’s letter (7/9) with list of personal effects was received 4/10.  I see that my rubber running shoes, new pair of brown leather gloves and caps are missing.  I also had 2 black leather wallets.  I want nothing at all from personal kit except a list of addresses of friends if available; did you get my diary.  I wonder what Dennis is doing and Eric?  Send him some letter forms in your next letter to him.  Received Mother’s 1000 cigs a couple of weeks ago.

Love to all, Frank


October 27, 1943

Stalag Luft III, Sagan, Germany

Dear Mother & Dad;

Received Dad’s letter of 20 September today.  Glad you aren’t sending my uniform.  I wonder what Dennis is doing now.  Received 3 pots and a letter from Holmgren.  I asked him for some pots and pans as we were very short of them here.  Also received some dictionaries from Poul in Denmark.  Letters are still coming in from Jean and her attitude towards me hasn’t change the least in spite of the fact that I have only written her a card or two.  I certainly don’t deserve all that attention from her.  Two old people are now living in Villavy and the garden is very well kept, especially the lawns.  I was told this by Ruth Hjortskow (living right opposite Villavy) she wishes to be remembered to Eileen.  I’d sure like to get some letters from the kids; and how about Eric, has he been hibernating?  In the theatre which we have built ourselves, we are going to see “MacBeth” tomorrow.  It’s just about a year since I saw it with you in London.  We have quite a few good actors here in camp.  Haven’t heard from Mother for some time now.  I suppose a Happy Christmas would reach you just in time.

Love Frank

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