Sojourn in Silesia: 1940 - 1945

By Arthur Evans

Arthur Charles Evans was born in 1916 in the Wirral, Cheshire, England. The first years of his employment were at Lever Bros, soapworks at Port Sunlight, and then with the New Zealand Shipping Company. One voyage to Australia and then another to New Zealand convinced him he was not meant to be a sailor. To further his ambition to become a policeman, he enlisted in the Irish Guards in 1936. In May 1940, he was wounded and taken prisoner in Boulogne and spent the remainder of the war in prison camps in Upper Silesia. He returned to England in May 1945 and upon demobilisation, joined the Kent County Constabulary. Whilst still a Police Constable, and from 1956-1967 he was the General Secretary of the Police Federation for England and Wales, and it was in this capacity that he was appointed C.B.E. He was married to his wife Freda for 62 years, and they have 3 daughters. He retired aged 65, and spent much of his time gardening, bowling and cooking in his Kent home, and in later years caring for Freda. In March 2010, both Arthur and Freda moved into a local nursing home and where sadly Arthur passed away 3 days short of his 95th birthday. Freda remains in the good care of the nursing home.

Profit from the sale of this book will be donated to The British Red Cross at the expressed wish of Arthur in the days before he died. He never forgot their role in his survival during his imprisonment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jo Harrison - Author Assistant
• Release date: Jul 24, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465788511

Arthur Evans

Arthur Charles Evans 21/03/1916 – 18/03/2011Arthur Charles Evans was born in 1916 in the Wirral, Cheshire. The first years of his employment were at Lever Bros, soapworks at Port Sunlight, and then with the New Zealand Shipping Company. One voyage to Australia and then another to New Zealand convinced him he was not meant to be a sailor. To further his ambition to become a policeman, he enlisted in the Irish Guards in 1936. In May 1940, he was wounded and taken prisoner in Boulogne and spent the remainder of the war in prison camps in Upper Silesia. He returned to England in May 1945 and upon demobilisation, joined the Kent County Constabulary. Whilst still a Police Constable, and from 1956-1967 he was the General Secretary of the Police Federation for England and Wales, and it was in this capacity that he was appointed C.B.E. He was married to his wife Freda for 62 years, and they have 3 daughters. He retired aged 65, and spent much of his time gardening, bowling and cooking in his Kent home, and in later years caring for Freda. In March 2010, both Arthur and Freda moved into a local nursing home and where sadly Arthur passed away 3 days short of his 95th birthday. Freda remains in the good care of the Nursing home.Profit from the sale of this book will be donated to The British Red Cross at the expressed wish of Arthur in the days before he died. He never forgot their role in his survival during his imprisonment.

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Dedicated to

Freda

and our three daughters

Gillian, Kathryn and Vivienne,

who, after much cajoling and nagging

compelled me to put

my wartime memories on paper.

CENTRE PAGE PHOTOGRAPHS

Summer 1941: Working party at Neurode Coalmine

Neurode: The Guesthouse

Neurode: View of the Mine

Neurode: Summer and Winter landscapes

Gunner Page, killed in the mine explosion

The M.V. Durham 1935/6

Cairo 1937/38

Summer 1942: Pupils and teachers at Lamsdorf school

Summer 1943: A group of Merseysiders at Gleiwitz Aerodrome

April 1945: Hohenfels, Bavaria. Red Cross parcel deliveries

The car of the Swedish delegate

British Red Cross ‘Personal Parcels’ List

Chez Alfred: Return visit to the restaurant in Place Dalton,

Boulogne, where in May 1940 his platoon left him behind!

The Author: Arthur Evans C.B.E.

Reunion 1958: Jack Clifton, Jim Duffy, the Author

Arthur Evans C.B.E.

First published in 1995 by Ashford Writers

Second reprint 2000

Third reprint 2005

Fourth reprint 2011 by Jo Harrison at Smashwords

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Arthur Evans C.B.E. 2011

Photographs are from Arthur Evans’ own collection.

Cover design by

Pat McNeill

Edited by

Jo Harrison

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Sojourn in Silesia: 1940 - 1945

Arthur Charles Evans CBE

Table of Contents

Special Preface

Foreword

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Special Preface

Just over ten years ago I composed the account of my time behind barbed-wire solely for the information of my family, and all purely from memory: no diaries, no written records. However, at that time Freda, my wife, was an enthusiastic member of a writer’s group. She and her colleagues insisted that my writings justified wider publicity in book form.

The interest in that this book has already engendered is most gratifying and now, because of the website (designed by my eldest daughter Gillian), the demand for copies is even greater.

I have received, and attempted to answer, many letters – a few from fellow POWs, but chiefly from their children or, latterly, grandchildren. Sadly, in one case I was able to identify to a nephew his uncle shown in the 1941 group photograph of the coal mine working party, who, regretfully, was shot dead in 1944 by a German guard for not resuming work quickly enough after a break.

A grandson of the late RSM Sidney Sherriff has also been in touch. RSM Sherriff as the SB. was much respected and well known to all who were incarcerated in Lamsdorf and richly deserved the honour he received after his return to the UK. A third example concerns a colleague who was directly responsible for smuggling Wing Commander Bader out of Lamsdorf wearing army uniform, to a working party on Gleiwitz Aerodrome in 1942.

Remarkably, an Australian correspondent has tried to persuade me that Bader was not in Lamsdorf in 1942 but in a hotel in Liverpool where the writer waited on him. According to him, the German authorities had allowed Bader temporarily to return to the UK for special treatment to his leg stumps, on the understanding he duly returned to Lamsdorf! I am still not convinced!

In the end, there was so much correspondence that we started storing it in cardboard boxes – and so when writers asked if we’d heard from their old comrades at arms that their relatives had mentioned, it became increasingly difficult and time-consuming to go through all the letters to find out if we had any trace of them.

However, little did I realise then that we were about to enter a technological revolution – and neither did I think at my great age I would be expected to get to grips with it. Fortunately, with the advent of the internet, my daughter Gillian has now been able to create a website called Lamsdorf Reunited (www.lamsdorfreunited.co.uk) on which we keep everyone’s contact details on a separate database. The incredible reach of the worldwide web means we can easily bring together people from all over the world.

So, where before I was receiving letters I now mainly receive emails from places as diverse as South Africa, Canada, New Zealand and Australia.

Where I could not help personally, I advised the correspondents to contact the Ministry of Defence and the Committee of the International Red Cross in Geneva. This applied particularly to relatives seeking information about the sites of graves of those of our comrades who lost their lives, either by gross neglect by the German authorities or unfortunately by ‘friendly fire’ during the death march in the snowbound months of early 1945.

One factor has surprised me! Not one of my ex-colleagues on the working parties in the coal mine or at Gleiwitz Aerodrome has contacted me. There must be a few still about!

The website (www.lamsdorfreunited.co.uk) has dramatically revived interest in my book, necessitating a Third Edition. I am shortly about to arrive at the eighty-ninth anniversary of my birth and am still fortunate enough to drive my car and disport myself on the bowls greens of Kent.

Please continue to send your letters and emails!

Arthur Evans 2005

Arthur, as you may be aware, passed away on 18 March 2011. His granddaughter Jo Harrison has, for several years, been responsible for the website and the sales of his book. Just before he died, Arthur requested that some of the profit from the sales of the book should go to The British Red Cross. At the time of this request I hadn’t realised quite what The Red Cross meant to him. We have recently been reading his letters home, during his 5 years incarceration. Reading about the Red Cross parcels and seeing how important they were to the survival of Arthur and his peers is astonishing. So, we are pleased to be honouring his request and donating monies to this worthy charity.

It is important to note here, we no longer keep contact details. Now that Lamsdorf Reunited has become Lamsdorf Remembered, we no longer take submissions of photos, stories or memorabilia from relatives of former prisoners of war at Stalag VIIIB. But you are welcome to view them on the old Lamsdorf Reunited pages. Alternatively you can submit photos and stories on the Facebook page: (www.facebook.com/LamsdorfRemembered).

So, as we enter a fourth reprint we hope you continue to enjoy this firsthand account of life behind the wires as a prisoner of war.

Kathy Gower, May 2011

Foreword

Were my father still alive, he would be about 88, somewhat younger than Arthur. Their service in World War Two was different – my father just old enough to be an air gunner in the Halifax in 1945, still a teenager. Arthur was captured in 1940, and spent the rest of the war as a prisoner of Nazi Germany.

I have grown more curious about the experiences of veterans of that war as I become older – somehow the ones I knew spoke of it little, and possibly even reluctantly. And I did not know enough to know what to ask, I suspect. It has also been said that veterans of war service could not relate to those with no such service, could not tell their stories, even to their own families. The experience was perhaps too vast, too overwhelming. This may have been one of the origins of the so called, ‘Generation Gap’.

It has also been true that for many veterans, they were ‘fine’, got on with their lives, until the fiftieth, or sixtieth anniversary of a battle or a campaign they were involved in, trumpeted on television, prompted old suppressed memories and indeed post traumatic stress disorders sometimes.

One is left to wonder how those who fight in our armed services now, in foreign countries, will fare in the future, let alone now.

However, some veterans have left records of their experiences, including this book by Arthur. There are fewer and fewer of his generation left now – and they were all heroes, they all endured five years and more of war, served in all kinds of ways both dramatic and mundane, then came home and quietly got on with putting the world back together again.

Mark Gower 2011

France

CHAPTER ONE

A BEAUTIFUL MORNING IN MAY

The Kentish countryside was at its most beautiful. It was the 22nd May 1940, the orchards were a sea of pink and white blossoms, the hedgerows were in full leaf and the village gardens flush with early summer flowers. The weather was perfect, warm sunshine and a cloudless blue sky attracting the skylarks. Already at mid-morning the temperature had persuaded the ladies to don their summer frocks and the men to discard their jackets. All were going about their business, carefree and cheerfully, with a confidence born from the certainty of age-old continuity in this quintessential corner of England, this paradise on Earth.

Unfortunately, a couple of dozen