In Part 3, I described how Afrika Korps Gefreiter, Hans Walden, had written to Hildegard Bronnold about food parcels he had sent to her, his imaginary coloured pencil sketch of the Nile and his hope [more…]
Great Uncle Wally introduced me to Guinness. Well, to be fair Mackeson, its slightly sweeter cousin. A stout more adapted to the tastes of your average seven-year-old. Those regular Sunday trips during the late 60s [more…]
In Part 2, I described how Afrika Korps Gefreiter, Hans Walden, had written to Fraü H. Bronnold about not having had any leave, having his hair cut (“eine fläzte”) and drinking salty coffee. His next [more…]
18 August 1944 Ten minutes ago the shock-headed young signalman came swaying across the signals deck and grinned at me. He made a noise like a dive-bomber and his hands mimed an Focke-Wulf Fw 190 [more…]
In Part 1, I recounted what the Afrika Korps Gefreiter, Hans Walden, had written to Fraü H. Bronnold in his letter of the 2nd of May 1942. His next letter of the 31st of May [more…]
The stout proprietor of the Cafe de la Liberte across the street was tugging down the yellow and red striped awning as I passed him this morning. In the lounge of the Aletti Hotel they [more…]
22 January 1944 And so we came to Palermo. A crumbling, pink-and-white little town where they sell oranges and almonds and mandolins and guitars, and very little else. Such an insignificant little town that even [more…]
“Bei den Fraüen geschätzt” In my DAK militaria collection I have a series of Feldpost letters, starting in May 1942, sent by a Deutsche Afrika Korps soldier, Hans Walden, to a Fraü H. Bronnold in [more…]
If the US and Israel can unilaterally decide who lives or who dies in this world, and suffer no sanctions, then we are truly living in terrifying times. October 16, 2024 I don’t know why [more…]
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