Portraits World War II veterans
Many years ago, in his youth, the men were forced to kill each other, and will never be able to forget about it.
Photographer from the Netherlands Martin Remers (Martin Roemers) worked on a series of portraits of veterans of World War II. And these people, according to the Martin, representing all the countries involved in the war. The result is a portrait of 51, supported by a brief history of the characters (talked with veterans himself Remers). Here is the most interesting of the series.
Lane Jonker, 1916 p., Netherlands
October 25, 1943 we flew to France to bomb the airport. The Germans were firing at us from the earth. The aircraft was hit, I was seriously wounded. The right arm was hanging by a piece of skin. Glass turret, in which I was sitting, was destroyed, but I could not get out. So we flew back to England. For nine months I was admitted to the hospital. Friends do not let me visit: commanders feared that when he saw me, they do not want to fly anymore. Fortunately, hand sewn in place. At the hospital, I received a letter from the Queen Wilhelmina and the Cross "Distinguished Flying". I was somewhat disappointed, because these awards are usually handed over personally Prince Bernhard and Queen. But King George and his wife came to visit me. King said my courage, and the queen then sent me a set of cards.
Gerhard Hiller, 1921 r., Germany
In the spring of 1944 I was in the bunker on the Normandy coast. we were on the clock, and in the rest of the time went to the beach through a mine field, swimming and sunbathing in their duty. 6 June, I was on the clock, when suddenly began landing. So many ships that can not be counted. We were surprised because we expected that the Allies had landed in Calais rather than Normandy. Some prayed, some wet himself with fear. I was taken prisoner and sent to Texas. In America, he picked cotton with blacks. After the war, we were sent to England, to the "reconstruction work", they said. This continued until 1948, in violation of international law, according to which all the prisoners should be released at the end of hostilities. I left home at age 19 and went back to 27. He lost the best years of his life.
Edward Hamilton, 1917 p., USA
For me - cowardice is worse than death. I was wounded three times. The last time - by shrapnel in the face. In my battalion, there were soldiers who are specially mangle, to go home. One shot off his finger on the leg. But I made sure samostrelschikov was tried and sentenced to hard labor. One officer somehow got sick to serve. He said that he himself was brave, but it is difficult to put up with subordinates death. I demoted him to the ranks and sent to the front, so that he could show his courage, not caring about the responsibility of others.
Pauline Svyatogorsk, 1925 p., USSR
I studied to be a nurse. When the war began, she went to the front. But none of the military did not want to take me, because I was only 16 years old. I went to the headquarters of the railway troops, which was located in Kazan, and began to beg them: "Take me. I need you, because I'm a nurse. " And I was still taken. I was an assistant surgeon. On my first surgery, the patient had a leg amputated. The doctor handed it to me. I did not want to take, and pleaded: "Please, sew the leg back." But the surgeon ordered to bury her. I left in tears. I saw the soldiers - they took the leg and buried it themselves. Until that moment I had no idea what war is.
Fredrik Lennart Bentley, 1924 p., United Kingdom
I am blinded by the flash of the explosion of the German grenades that night I stood guard near Caen in Normandy. Fortunately, I was able to get to our own positions. If the Germans found me, they'd have me shot. Such is the law of war: the wounded do not offer accommodation. You must first take care of yourself. People who had never seen war, it can not understand. War - is when the 24 hours are at a hair's breadth from death.
Edmund Wagner, 1926 p., Poland
I do not know how to swim, and once nearly drowned. He went under the water, but then gained strength and popped. After that, someone's hand grabbed me and dragged ashore. That's how I ended up in Normandy.
Then we were sunbathing and smoking with the Canadians in the apple orchard near Caen. Above us circling aircraft. "They fly to Germany" - we said to each other. Then we began to drop bombs. We jumped into some ditch filled with water. Eight of us wounded. Few Canadians killed. We were furious. And in London, said that what happened to blame ourselves: were moving too fast, and therefore we have taken over the Germans. We tried to hush up the matter.
Sergei Rozanov, 1925 p., USSR
I was very pleased with the new shoes. Throughout the war, to Hungary, I took in the old, and they are completely worn out. Comrades, I bought new in the tannery near Lake Balaton. When I try on them to the house where we were sitting, the bomb fell. Three were killed and a piece of shrapnel struck my new shoes. I was terribly upset. Due to an injury in the leg, I was sent to the hospital. We were given a hospital gown, and I no longer saw his shoes. I clearly remember what they looked like: beautiful, shiny, black leather. A real work of art.
Praskovja Abalikhina, 1922 p., USSR
People in the siege died of starvation. One day I saw a woman on the street began to sway, and the village died. I was an army telegrapher and received 300 grams of bread, and not 125 as civilians. Every day I put some food and at the end of the week belongs cvoey family, in the city center. I had to walk 15 kilometers - the trams do not go longer. But my daughter will still die of starvation. Her husband, my brother Nikolai, had already been killed. My mother took to her their children. When I came to, they were lying on the bed - bones covered with skin. I was twice wounded, the prosthesis instead of legs. After the war, I never married. I had to take care of nephews and crippled mother, I was useless.
Zinaida Mamlenova, 1924 p., USSR
I was in the railway troops. May 9, 1945 First I was in Czechoslovakia, in a small town, about three kilometers from the front line, engaged in paperwork at headquarters. I was asleep when suddenly he heard machine-gun fire. I thought it was the Germans again. On the stairs there was a knock steps. I thought that the building was captured, and was very frightened. I almost jumped out of the window. But then the door opened, and showed my comrades. They hugged and kissed me and congratulated on his victory. The war is over.