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Josef Nowak: Rhine meadow camp of Rheinberg

Chapter 13: Hanging on the rod of the bitter death

"American" torture and mass murder with dysentery cases -- other people suffer of constipation without end -- intestine massage dies not help -- trial of flight and machine guns -- people with dysentery without trousers - persons with dysentery with totally white body -- mass death -- Rheinberg camp is a hall of deads in the open air

from: Josef Nowak: Seeded on the field. War prisoner in the home land.
(German: Mensch auf den Acker gesät. Kriegsgefangen in der Heimat)

translated by Michael Palomino (2013)

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[Criminal "Americans" torturing by illnesses rejecting medicine: dysentery and complete constipation]

There are long and narrow ditches as they had been drawn with a ruler, 15 cm large, just narrow enough so the weak and dying people could not fall into it. These were the first latrines in Rheinberg. The captives were suffering of two illnesses mainly. The one were affected by dysentery and their last bit of food was taken out of the body, the others had an intestine closed with a cork like stone. The digestive system did stop it's activity. The cold fat, the dry cookies, the raw legumes, the missing fresh food - all this was contributing that the intestines of the persons not being affected by dysentery were condemned to an absolutely passivity. What the ones could not keep the others could not get off. They were all suffering of cramps, stitches, burning aches, it was a straining and aching torture.

[Many suffer of a complete constipation - intestine massage does not help]

I was safed from dysentery. But I was suffering of the contrary two times. In a bad night I was making again the well known walk which I had done in vain again and again since one week or longer.

The moon was shining, in the zenith of a round horizon with a pale yellow cupola. It was shining [p.124] in a cold way on the disgusting worms which lived in the systems of ditches.

I wanted to provoke that something would come out with my dirty fingers manipulating my bowels, teeth-gnashingly and moaning. Tears were running aside of my nose, were dropping over my lips down to the chin. There was a ball at the exit of my intestine so hard like stone so big like a hen's egg I thought. I wanted to loosen it, to squeeze it out, at least breaking some little peaces of it. With my not cut long finger nails I was scratching my intestinal walls, I was contemplating my bloody finger tips, thought it would not be important, began to drill again, I was forming tongs with two finger tips - all was in vain.

Around me were other prisoners in the same position trying the same dreadful handicraft, also in vane like me. They were complaining, crying, whimpering, shouting. There was also a voice somewhere singing like me in this dreadful choir. The figures were walking back shivering, they came curbing themselves, the hands pressed on their belly, again and again they were coming back like desperate people. Now it turned out that it had been good that the Americans had confiscated all metal objects from us. If we had had stabbing weapons, then we had cut our intestines. But without any sharp metal we were only intoxicating us with the dirt which remained on the hands [rests of feces provoking typhus fever].

[A desperate trial of a flight ending by murder by the machine gun of a criminal "American"]

The voices began to damn father and mother. One of the men was suddenly standing up [p.125] because he was taken by a resolution as it seemed, he was running like a battering ram against the barbed wire, was tearing the wire apart with his hands, was hanging on the wire, was winning lose from it and was performing one more attack.

A machine gun was barking shortly - - -

Now the man had got help. He had no digestion troubles any more. For him the fight had ended.

[Criminal "Americans" torturing with dysentery: half of the prisoners are not wearing trousers any more - "figures half gray half white"]

In five, in ten or even more concentric circles the men were sitting or lying around me, all naked from their hips on, many with dysentery. One was shivering from fever with his teeth. Another one was twitching like an animal which had been beaten with an axe. Figures half gray half white were moving rolling around suffering shiverings, they were thrown into a swamp of blood, urine and feces.

Here the constant non-stop killing was organized. One could watch it in all it's development stages, from the beginning with agony up to the finish with a stiff dead body, rigidity. One could learn how dying was working, hanging on the rod of the bitter death as a mystic was saying.

[Criminal "Americans" committing mass murder against German prisoners of war by dysentery - "crawlers" dying in masses]

In the meantime the moon had changed it's color. Now it was a bilious green shining to the deads and to the dying people. All faces were painted in this repulsive patina of old, not buried bodies.

In front of my feet one of them was scrawling away. His lower body was naked. He had no force any more, he had no will any more to wear his trousers. He left - like a damaged snake - a mucous [p.126] track full of red threads. It was the last track he committed on Earth here.

I tried to walk. I was making some steps, as short as a one year old child. In the pale moon light Earth looked as if there had been a night with a rain of blood and pus. And in this rain there were the deformed trunks and stocks of trees who had finished suffering.

When Gustave Doré was illustrating Dante's "Inferno" the human crawlers of the camp of Rheinberg were still in the lab of the future yet. They should be given birth only later. Dante and Doré had needed fantasy yet when they were illustrating their dark visions. Here in Rheinberg they could have watched the realism of the 20th century with their own eyes, the triumph of pure humanity. But there is the question if the poet of "Divina Commedia" had had the courage to present the hell of eternity as a future to the damned of the modern era when a part of their life was hell on Earth.

-- According to your natural being you are a mirror of the divinity. You are the image of Trinity. You are the image of eternity. Look and take care about what you are, where you are and where you belong to!

[Should this mass murder by the criminal "Americans" be a revenge?]

In this kind the mystic from the island of Constance had spoken. Therefore it can only have been a blasphemy what has happened in Rheinberg. Here the souls were thrown into the latrine with their bodies. Here the young grass which wanted to come out of the floor was dashed with acid and [p.127] was destroyed up to the tips of the roots. Hopefully there will not stand up one of them one day saying that these horrors had been the revenge for other horrors. Hopefully no one will add that there was the belief that with these horrors had to be revenged the horrors of before. When this had happened then the responsibles had made a made all action useless. Because what will they say to the world and to God for their defense than the poor word that they had not known anything of all this?

[Eisenhower and the Zionist clique with Morgenthau, Lehman, Frankfurter, Baruch, and the film defrauder Hitchcock knew everything, were deliberately arranging this mass murder of German prisoners of war after WWII, and then the dead German bodies were shown around being presented as Jewish bodies blaming Germany having committed a murder of millions of Jews which NEVER had been in these quantities. The big blame referring to mass murder of prisoners is on the "U.S.A." and not on Germany].

[Mass murder of criminal "Americans": the camp of Rheinberg is converted into a open-air mortuary]

Of course there were many medical doctors with war experience in Rheinberg. The Americans also will have brought competent medical doctors. But they were not working. The German medical doctors and paramedics had liked to work. But there was no work possible for them. They did not even have a hospital tent, a tent for the dying people. They did not have any medical instrument, not any medicament, not any clinical thermometer. I don't know how many deads of dysentery the camp of Rheinberg was experiencing. I don't know where and how they were buried. I only know that I cannot forget this open-air mortuary of dying and dead people in the rain and dirt. And until today [editing this book in 1956] I did not have the courage to forgive the culprits. They have to forgive themselves [p.128].

[Three locations of mass graves with dead German prisoners of war from the Rhine meadow camps
[The dead bodies of the German prisoners of the Rhine meadow camps were buried in mass graves in the Belgium forests on the way to the port of Antwerp, and another part was shown around in Germany and buried "as Jews" near the German concentration camps, and a third part was buried near the Rhine meadow camps itself. Digging is prohibited in Germany until today what should be allowed immediately stating the nationality of the deads being buried on German soil].

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