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"Have you lost us Navigator?
Come up here and take a look,
Someone’s shot our starboard wing off
Bloody Hell - must be Tobruk!"
We had sung this so often in the mess and
soon we were to see the town from the ground. We had been captured,
given ourselves up or what you will a few miles west of Mersa
Matruh, after a walk of some hundred miles, or so it seemed.
The Germans were more than sympathetic towards
our poor condition and put us in the back of the first lorry with
water, cheese and bread. Recognising that we were severely dehydrated,
they then drove us to the sea shore where we bathed as they sat
and watched.
The salt water stung the desert sores on our
legs and arms, but was most refreshing. We bathed fully dressed
but this did not matter as our clothes dried quickly in the hot
sun, once we were back on the beach.
During the time in the sea we were able to
rid ourselves of most of the sand which matted our hair and embryo
beards, and covered most of our bodies. Refreshed, we climbed
back into the lorry and were taken westward from whence we had
come.
Tobruk we knew from the air, for we had bombed
the harbour and supply dumps on several occasions. Just before
we entered Tobruk town, we passed a small P.O.W. lager.
It was our first glimpse of what a compound looked like. It was
just a few low tents, enclosed by thick barbed wire, and with
a stone guard house at the only gate. The camp was completely
deserted.
Our journey took us by the harbour which seemed
less damaged than we expected, as was the town, where many of
the buildings were still standing. It seemed that our nightly
bombing had done less damage than we had hoped.
We stopped in front of a group of single storey
buildings and were asked to get down. While we were doing this,
the young Under-officer went into a guard room and, eventually,
emerged with an Italian corporal, followed by four soldiers armed
with rifles and fixed bayonets.
The German, who had some English, then came
over and bade us farewell. We gathered that because Libya had
been Italian territory all prisoners were their responsibility.
The Under-officer was most apologetic.
His final remarks were, “We have the Italians
- but you have the Americans”. We were soon to learn what he meant
by the first part of his statement.
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