"I am on the beach almost every day," writes Leopold Wenger to his family from his location in France on the English Channel coast.
These letters, of both human and historic interest, have been made available to me by Willy Wenger, 'Poldi's younger brother. Willy is the keeper of the family memorabilia and has done a great deal of research into the April 1945 demise of his brother. -cy
copyright 2013 Wilhelm Wenger and Carolyn Yeager
Translated from the German by Hasso Castrup
10 January 1941: Today I flew for the first time in the new year and have seen England's coast for the first time. About the false alarm in Leoben on Christmas Eve, I had to laugh.
So far none of us can fly! And for us, there are no more air-raid alarms; there is no time for that—bombing starts immediately.
20 January 1941: Today, all the snow has melted away. It's positively unpleasant—you can hardly believe it. The soil is just bottomless. It looks like Spring wants to begin already. I am almost every day on the beach, watching the sunset again and again, a truly wonderful, impressive experience. Today, however, there came up a very violent storm and I had to think of Mom whose desire has always been to experience a storm at sea up close, with lashing waves. Our guards, however, are less enthusiastic about it.
8 March 1941: [After returning back from a vacation] I came back to my hotel half an hour ago, at 20 hours, and since I am a worthy son, I write immediately. I had a long stay in Trier. This morning, I arrived at 11 o'clock in Rouen, and I stayed there till 17 hours. I looked around in the city and saw what was there to see. The cathedral, harbor. Finally, I went to the soldier cinema. I came back with the last tram just before the front door closed for the night.