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| Ira Weinstein at Thunder over Michigan. Ira passed away Jan. 24, 2016. He was 96 years old. |
The Watch That Went to War
(copyright 2013, Ira P. Weinstein)
We finally got to the interrogation center at
Dulag Luft, and this is where a story took place that I wrote up for the Eighth
Air Force Bulletin.
Before I left, I had a cousin who was older
than me, he was already flying his own plane, and he was my hero. His father
and mother invited me to dinner, and he gave me a watch. It was a Longines
Weems watch, which was the watch that all the commercial and other aviators
wore. And he said, “I want you to take this. It’s a great watch for you, and
you bring it back safe.” That’s the watch I wore on all my missions. So when we
got to the interrogation center, they threw us all in cells, and first they’d
run the temperature way up, then they’d turn it off, but I was only there two
days as I remember, maybe just overnight. And then they brought me in to a guy
to interrogate me. We had seen a movie that showed just what to expect when you
were going to be interrogated, and it would be laughable because it was just
like that if you weren’t so scared. They told us just give your name, rank and
serial number. Don’t try and outsmart them or get in a conversation with them.
I stood my ground. Finally, he brings in a
guy, and he says to me, “Lieutenant, you don’t have to tell me anything. I know
all about you. Your mother is Lillian Seligman. She lives in Rochester, New
York, with your sister. She lives at 47 Rutledge Drive. You were born and
raised in Chicago. You worked for Goldblatt’s.” They had a dossier on me that
was better than the Americans had; they knew everything about me. “You were
with the 445th Bomb Group. Your mission was to Kassel. You were in the 702nd
Squadron. Your squadron commander was Lieutenant Colonel Jones.” So I didn’t
have to answer anything, I just kept giving them my name. “Now, all you have to
tell us is, where were you flying that mission and what was your target?”
I’d say, “Name, Ira P. Weinstein, first
lieutenant, 0694482.” So finally he got pissed off. Then he says to me, “You
are not an American. You’re a German. Your name is Weinstein. You were my
neighbor in Frankfurt. You’re a ‘shpy.’” If you’re a "shpy," you’re
gonna get shot. I didn’t give. Finally, he calls in a guy. A guy comes in,
about six feet tall, in a black body suit with a rubber hose. Then the
interrogator’s asking me questions and this guy’s slapping that hose. But we
saw that in the movie. I was plenty scared, believe me, I wasn’t going to laugh
like I can now. And the interrogator finally says, “Well, if you don’t want to
tell us what we want to know I’m going to have to turn you over to this guy.” I
stuck with it.
Then they sent in a German officer in a flying
suit with a lot of ribbons. He said, “Cigarette, Lieutenant?”
I said, “No, I don’t smoke.”
So he sits down on the couch. He says, “You
know, you’re a flying officer. I’m a flying officer. I’d just like to talk to
you about what it was like. Can we discuss it?”
I said, “No.”
“You know, we’re compatriots.”
“Sorry.”
So he left.
After I was interrogated, they took all our
clothes off and deloused them, and they gave us a shower. As I was marching
down this long hall on the way to the showers, before they took our clothes,
another group was coming back, and a prisoner from New Zealand said “Hey Yank,
if you’ve got anything you don’t want them to get, you’d better get rid of it
now because they’re confiscating everything that’s on you.” So I took the watch
off – it was on an expansion band – and
I threw it to him and said, “Here, you take the watch.”
“Okay.”
Two days later I’m in a boxcar in Frankfurt,
in the marshaling yards, and the RAF comes to bomb the marshaling yards. It’s
night, and the Germans lock us in the cars and they go to the air raid
shelters. On the next track is another set of boxcars with POWs. There’s the
New Zealand guy. He sees me. He says, “Hey, Yank, you want your watch back?”
I said, “Yeah.”
So he threw the watch through the slats – and
I caught it. And I kept that watch all during the time that I was a POW and I
brought it back. That story is in Roger Freeman’s book, and I wrote it up for
the 8th Air Force newsletter, “The Watch that Went to War.”
