The war was over for me on the night of 3/4 August 1944... On my last flight... I had to look on in horror as a machine ahead of me was hit and exploded. I suspect it was Helmut Krüger and Günter Tschirch. In the low level attack on a bridge near Arezzo that followed, we received Flak hits. We lost fuel and cooling water too, probably. I tried to get back behind the front line but the engine broke down in the climb over the last mountain ridge. there was nothing left for me to do but set the machine down on the mountainside.
When I woke up, I established that I was lying about 20-30m down from the partially destroyed Ju 87. My wireless operator was still sitting squeezed into his seat but not showing any sign of life. It was impossible for me to give him any aid. Amongst other things I couldn’t walk because both my legs (shin bones) were broken as it turned out later on in the field hospital. Also there was no one to be seen or heard. So I decided to slide down the mountain into the valley, to get help.
This brief excursion — on my back, head first — lasted two days. On 5 August 1944, I found a solitary house with people. On 6 August, they brought me to Ivennen[?]. They handed me over to the English Army. First an ambulance took me to a field hospital by Lago di Trasimeno. Two days later, I was flown to Caserta in a transport aircraft.
I lay in No. 2 General Hospital until February 1945. after that I went to the Prisoner of War Camp in Taranto. In this camp I met Kaspar Stuba [sic: see page 108] He told me that my Wireless Operator had been rescued. I was really fortunate there because I had tried to find out something about Karl Heinz Razinski via a representative of the Swiss Red Cross but at Christmas 1944 [he] came to the hospital again and was unable to give me any information about R.
At the beginning of April 1945, I came to a prisoner of war camp — Camp 307 — on the Great Bitter Lake in Egypt. I never saw Kaspar Stuba [Stuber] again. I was released in Munsterlager on 22 June 1948.
... In 1966 I found out Heinz R’s address. After a telephone conversation, we had a joyous reunion.
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