Michael W Perry; United States. Army. Army, 7th.
|注意：||Originally published: 1945. With new editorial material by Michael W. Perry and sketches drawn Apr. 1945 by Ted Mackechnie.|
|描述：||110 p. : ill. ; 23 cm.|
|内容：||Diary of E.K. --
Rudolf Hoess' mistress --
Special case reports.
|其他題名：||Dachau (United States. Army. Army, 7th)|
|責任：||edited by Michael W. Perry.|
Contents of Dachau Liberated Foreword Editor's Preface 1. Camp Organization 2. The Camp and the Town 3. Life and Death at Dachau 4. The Diary of E. K. 5. Rudolf Hoess' Mistress A. Special Case Reports B. The Political Department C. Dachau Organization D. Dachau Statistics Index
Description of Dachau Liberated On April 29, 1945, elements of the U.S. Seventh Army's 42nd and 45th divisions reached Dachau, a small town on the outskirts of Munich, Germany. There they discovered over 30,000 men and women imprisoned in conditions so inhumane that over 200 of them died each day from starvation and disease. One soldier, coming upon a room filled with corpses ready to be burned, commented that it looked "like a maniac's woodpile." What they saw so shocked those battle-hardened soldiers that in less that a month they had published an official report describing the concentration camp, detailing how it was run, giving the personal experiences of its inmates, and telling how it was liberated. That report is now a book with all the original text and photos, plus a detailed index, valuable additional commentary, and sketches made by a combat artist who visited the camp the day after its liberation. This book provides an invaluable early record of Nazism's unspeakable crimes. Quotations from Dachau Liberated As the first American soldiers approach the camp, this was the response of the prisoners: "Sunday, just after the noon meal, the air was unusually still. The big field outside the compound was deserted. Suddenly someone began running toward the gate at the other side of the field. Others followed. The word was shouted through the mass of gray, tired prisoners. Americans! That word was repeated, yelled over the shoulders in throaty Polish, in Italian, in Russian, and Dutch and in the familiar ring of French. The first internee was shot down as he rushed toward the gate by the guard. Yet they kept running and shouting through eager lips and unbelieving eyes. Americans!" Read from a diary whose very existence, if discovered, meant certain death: "Will you ever read these pages? Each page is a source of danger and who knows how many pages I will write, but even if I can put down all I experience. . . . it is so hard to hide these pages. May a good power protect them and keep them in safety, so that one day I can give them to you, together with the heart of stone that was wrought for you secretly during days and days and that I wore for a long time. Perhaps these pages will survive me, and some stranger will bring them to you. . . . "Someone came and pulled the blankets from my head. It was a Polish friend of mine. He told me about a priest, a schoolmate of his. Here in Dachau they met again. The priest was suddenly taken to the Revier--that is the name they give to the hospital here, to be experimented on. . . . The priest secretly sent a short note to his friend. The last sentence was not legible, for, as he himself said, he had 40 degree temperature. He did not ask for help because he knew all was lost. He only prayed that a way be found to prepare his family for the worst. . . . "I was talking to a friend today. Some months ago he left with a transport to Mauthausen. There were 1600 of them. Now, after nine months, he too returned, as in another world. More dead than alive, he was . . . he and the remaining nineteen men. That means that 20 men remained out of 1600." Finally, there is the woman, interviewed at Dachau, who claimed to have been the mistress of Auschwitz's infamous commandant, Rudolf Hess, a man responsible for some two million deaths: "I hadn't heard the opening of my cell and was such frightened. It was dark in the cell. I believed at first it was an SS man or a prisoner and said, "What is this tomfoolery. I forbid you." Then I heard "Pst" and a pocket lamp was lighted and lit the face of the C.O. I broke out, "Herr Kommandant."