{"id":26648,"date":"2017-03-23T00:08:22","date_gmt":"2017-03-23T07:08:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/barbarafalconernewhall.com\/?p=26648"},"modified":"2017-03-23T00:08:22","modified_gmt":"2017-03-23T07:08:22","slug":"world-war-ii-pows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/world-war-ii-pows\/","title":{"rendered":"How Three World War II POWs Saved Each Other’s Lives"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Barbara<\/a>
I had a lovely reunion with Bob Tharratt, one of three World War II POWs who helped each other survive a forced march across Germany. His story appears in my book. Barbara Newhall photo.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

By Barbara Falconer Newhall<\/em><\/p>\n

I’m so sad to have to tell you that, only a few days after our reunion in Walnut Creek, Bob Tharratt passed away. It’s wonderful that his warmth and kindness was still with him until the very end of his life. It was my privilege to know him.<\/em><\/p>\n

When Bob Tharratt returned from the war — World War II — his father told him to “write it down.” Bob didn’t. He couldn’t. He didn’t know it at the time, but he was\u00a0experiencing what would be described today as post traumatic stress disorder — PTSD.<\/p>\n

Bob had been a POW and had survived a brutal forced march across Germany. He couldn’t talk about his experience, let alone write it down.<\/p>\n

Years later, though, thanks to a program at the Concord\u00a0Vet Center<\/a> in San Francisco’s East Bay, Bob was finally able to share his story with other veterans. Eventually, he could\u00a0let go of his\u00a0pent-up fear and anger and share his story with\u00a0family and friends — including eventually several German friends.<\/p>\n

In\u00a0the 1990s, Bob generously shared with me the story of his capture by a band of Hitler Youth, his imprisonment in Eastern Europe, and a\u00a0deadly march across Germany with other World War II POWs during\u00a0one of the\u00a0coldest winters on record. Bob’s story became\u00a0one of the most compelling spiritual journeys\u00a0in my book<\/a>, “Wrestling with God: Stories of Doubt and Faith.”<\/p>\n

Here’s an excerpt from Bob’s chapter. It \u00a0describes the friendship of three World War II POWs, a friendship that\u00a0Bob believes saved all three\u00a0lives:<\/p>\n

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Three World War II POWs<\/h5>\n

Sometimes one of us would give up and sit down by the edge of the road. When one of us, Art, Lou, or I, became despondent and ready to give up, the other\u00a0two would take over. We’d grab the fella’s pack and throw it over one shoulder, get him in between us, and sort of carry him along. Then somewhere down the line, another one would give up.<\/p>\n

Art and Lou tell me — I don’t remember this — that at one point I lay down on the ground in the snow and the mud.<\/p>\n

“I can’t go any farther,” I said. “I’m tired. I’m cold. My feet hurt. I can’t move.”<\/p>\n

“Come on, Bob. Let’s go.”<\/p>\n

“No. Let me alone. Let me die right here.”<\/p>\n

So Art and Lou grabbed my pack and walked away. Now, your pack was all you had. It had everything you owned in it, dry socks, food, canteen. You couldn’t make it without your pack.<\/p>\n

“You sonsabitches,” I yelled after them. “Goddamn you. Come back here. Give me my pack.”<\/p>\n

But they wouldn’t come back. I had to get up off the ground and go staggering after them. That how they did it, that’s how they kept me going. They knew I wouldn’t stay there without my pack. Art and Lou were my saviors. If they had left me behind, no telling what would have happened to me. A lot of guys didn’t make it because they didn’t have help from someone else. And Art and Lou and I — if it hadn’t been for each other, we wouldn’t have made it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Bob and I spent hours and hours back in the 1990s talking and taping his story. He was a stickler for detail and accuracy, pulling 50-year-old events and conversations from his\u00a0lively\u00a0memory. When I visited a 96-year-old Bob the other day to read from my book to residents at his assisted living facility, however, time had taken its toll. His memory had finally slowed. He struggled to recall the details of the\u00a0remarkable life that I — we — had so exactingly recorded for posterity.<\/p>\n

“I never thought I would ever forget any of the things I did, but I have,” he said. Still, when he read\u00a0his chapter in my book the memories came flooding back.<\/p>\n

Which Explains Why I Wrote That Book<\/h5>\n

And there you have it. That’s why I wrote this book. That’s what drove me to spend hours — years — interviewing people of diverse traditions and backgrounds and working over the transcriptions until I had shaped them into compelling stories. I wanted to get those stories down on paper, to preserve them. I wanted to show these ordinary — amazing — people to the world.<\/p>\n

More about my book at “Kudos for ‘Wrestling with God’ — The Author Shamelessly Keeps Score.”<\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0More religion and spirituality stuff at “God’s Sin — Or Ours?”<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\"Barbara<\/a><\/p>\n

When World War II POWs returned home, many couldn’t talk about the brutality they’d seen. Decades later one\u00a0finally tells his story to the world. \u00a0Read more.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":26656,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[50,52],"tags":[103,34,87,1463,1888,91,166,167,53],"class_list":["post-26648","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-on-writing-reading","category-the-writing-room","tag-aging","tag-dont-miss","tag-interviewees","tag-interviews","tag-memory","tag-religion-and-spirituality","tag-robert-tharratt","tag-world-war-ii","tag-wrestling-with-god"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26648","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26648"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26648\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26648"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26648"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26648"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}