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For many whose stories have appeared, World War II pretty intense on the beach and we were located on the
• was a difficult experience but an experience most would do right flank. Our objective was to get off the beach as soon as
again. For Robert S. Evins of Bryan, 'who was a prisoner of possible and make our way to a small town nearby that had
war for almost two years, it was a difficult experience and a bridge we were to take and hold. We never reached it. ''
one he would not want to repeat. "On our way, we were crossing a newly mown field
"Being a prisoner of war, for me, was the most when we ran into four German Tiger tanks that were waiting
.' humiliating thing that can happen. Especially when you in the dark for us. We were out in the newly mown field
spend years training and hardly get your feet wet in combat with no place to hide. We lost a lot of men. There was so
,' and then spend the rest of your service time in captivity." much commotion that night that we didn't realize our outfit j
Evins, a native of San Antonio, graduated from high had withdrawn. I ran out of ammo, but the only thing I was
school in 1938. After a couple years of working in the doing with my rifle was knocking the paint off those tanks
47. printing business and at the urging of friends, he joined the I got up and made a run for some brush along an irrigation
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' "In October 1940, we were mobilized into the U.S. Army "Running with me was one of my South Texas buddies
as the 36th Division, Company C,141st Regiment. Company from Carrizzo Springs, Alfonso' Perez. Before we made it .
C was an infantry company and I was a rifleman. Our call -up to the ditch, I had the tip of my right thumb shot off. We
"'; was supposed to be for 12 months and then be discharged. tumbled over the brush and fell into the irrigation ditch. We
While the Army was preparing our discharge papers, we could hear firing back toward the beach and started to wade
- were allowed to go home on leave. On Sunday, December 7, in that direction, in the canal, with water up to our chins.
1941,1 was quail hunting with my family. When we returned We were without weapons because I was out of ammo and '
x s home, I heard about Pearl Harbor. I remember my mom Alfonso's weapon was fouled and wouldn't work. On the
saying, 'I think you can forget about your discharge.' way back it was getting light and you could hear Germans
"She was right. We began to build up the division to patrolling nearby. That was when the largest water snake I
war strength. We had to do that about three times because had ever seen swam right under my nose.
they kept pulling units and people out to begin other units. "We finally reached an area where the Germans had
izx, • We ended up in New England, where we did snowshoe and scraped out a crossing. We were going to try to get out of
?L''' ski training. We were also taught Norwegian phrases to use. the canal and when we looked over the edge of the canal
Word of this got out and Germany placed combat units and we saw two Germans coming. Since we didn't have any
materials in Norway during the war to defend against our functional weapons, we didn't aim or act like we were going
invasion. After the war was over, I found out that this was to shoot them, which was fortunate for us. Because, behind
a planned leak by our guys just so the Germans would do us, on the other side of the canal, were three Germans with
what they did. their weapons leveled at us. If the Germans hadn't been
r - ' "On April 1, 1943, April Fools Day, we left New York in
looking for prisoners or if we had attempted to shoot the
two Germans coming from the other side of the canal, they
our heavy wool uniforms to Oran, North Africa, where we
would have killed us."
landed in the hot sun in our hot uniforms. Some of us were
tr- „ ,, sent to the front to get a sniff of what combat was like.
After less than eight hours of combat, Robert Evins ,.
I ended up at Casablanca guarding German POWs. It was became a prisoner of war. His story will continue next
about•this time that I got a letter from home informing me week.
that my brother John and his B -17 had been shot down and Robert Evins' name can be found on the Brazos Valley
he was missing in action. Veterans Memorial. If you know of a World War II veteran ”'
whose story needs to be told, contact Bill Youngkin at (979)
"We trained in the Atlas Mountains and on the beaches •
for landings. Around 2:00 a.m. on September 9, 1943, we
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landed on the beaches of Salerno, Italy. It didn't take long y Veterans Memorial, names must be submitted
to draw blood - my own - by stumbling over the barbed by August 15, 2006, in order to be engraved on the memorial
wire that had been strung along the beach. The action was by this year's Veterans Day observance. b
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' The late WWII Vet Sonny Franze will be the guest on
"Veterans of the Valley" this week on KAMU -TV.
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In last week's article, Robert Evins, as a member of the
36th Infantry Division, had landed at Salemo, Italy, in the
early morning hours of September 9, 1943. Less than eight
hours later, his unit was halted by German Tiger tanks and
he was taken prisoner by the Germans '
Before his arrival in Italy, Evins had been informed by
his family that his brother John had been shot down in his
B-17 and was listed as missing in action. Now his family
would receive another letter that their other son, Robert, was
also missing in action.
"When we were captured, one of the Germans who
spoke very good English said, 'Don't feel too bad. We could
be your prisoner before tomorrow.' That is what I kept
hoping for, but it neve'r happened. Instead, we were marched
to their CP where we were interrogated by a German officer
who spoke perfect English. When our Navy's guns started
hitting the area, they moved us up the road. Altogether there
were about 30 of us,
"Early the next morning, they loaded us on trucks and
we headed around the mountains on very steep and narrow
roads. When we stopped they had us unload and I was given.
a shovel and told to dig. I thought they were having us dig
our graves. My hand started to really bleed and they pulled
me off that duty and put me back on the truck. The hole, to
our relief, was to bury aguy who had died. I was then treated
at an aid station and reloaded on a truck.
"We were traveling on a nalJow road in the mountains
behind a German tank when two American B-25s came by.
They were so close you could almost read the nameplate on
our guys. They were surprised to see this convoy and opened
fire on us but didn't hit any of us, thank goodness. I bailed
out of. the truck and fell dowl1 an embankment, injuring my
foot. Our German driver wasn't so lucky, as he was killed.
"When we got to RO!Tle the Germans marched us'
around the square to show the Italians that the Americans
weren't so tough after all. After the war, I saw a newsreel of
that event. It was not a happy memory.
"In Rome they loaded us on boxcars. In the boxcars all
you could do was exist. You couldn't sit or lay down; you
just stood for days. At the Brenner Pass marshaling yardS
we were being bombed but they wouldn'tl,et us out. The
concussions were close enough to cause the entire train to
~ jerk, but we weren't hit directly. The only food we got was
what the citizens threw at us. We had no rations and no
canteen . After we went through the ass, the German Red
Cross gave us an apple apiece. It was like getting a whole
strawberry shortcake. In Innsbruck, Austria, we were given
paper cups of boiled barley and it tasted like the best soup I
ever ate in my life. We were so hungry.
"We ended up at the concentration camp at Dacchau,
Germany. By this time, our hunger was really bearing down
on us. We still had our helmets and uniforms; we were
still American soldiers. We were marched to the showers,
Iined'up naked and sent through the showers. Some South
Africans were there ahead of us and told us the shower was
also a gas chamber and'it was the same place the Jews
.were gassed. We showered and hoped we wouldn't be
gassed. When we came out, our uniforms were gone, We!
were given various mixtures of uniforms and told we were
now out of uniform and if we tried to escape we would be
kiUed: After the shower, Qne of the South Africans gave me
an old toothbrush. It was the best present I ever received.
"We were eventually sent to Stalag II-B in October 1943.
We watched the war end from there. We watched the guards,
change from trained men to untrained boys and old men. I
did try to escape once but was caught. I spent several weeks
in solitary confinement and almost died from the cold.
"What saved all of us were the American Red Cross
packages that began to arrive. When we didn't have that '
we were given' 1 112 inches of potato bread, baked years
before the war started, and dehydrated rutabaga for our
daily rations.
"In February 1945 they moved us out of the camp with
the clothes we had on and our blanket:;. This became Hitler's
winter death march. We were marched about 90 miles in
about fou'r days In the ice and snow. The roads were rutted
up and frozen. The ice was so hard and sharp that when we
stumbled or slipped, the ice cut and sliced our feet as we
marched. We were told we were headed to Luckenwald. I
will always remember the blood on the road and the shots
you heard from time to time for those who fell out. I just
hoped I would make it to Luckenwald."
Next week, Jh.e story of Robert Evins' liberation and
return to America.
Robert Evins' name can be found on the Brazos Valley veterans
Memorial. If you know of a World War II veteran whose story needs
to be told, contact Bill Youngkin at (979) 260-7030.11 you would like
to add someone's name to the Brazos Valley Veterans Memorial,
names must be submitted by August 15, 2006; in order to be
engraved on the memorialliy this year's Veterans Day observance.
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One in a series of tributes to members of 'The Greatest
Generation" who served our country during World War II
In February 1945 the Germans moved the American
POWs from Stalag III-B to a new camp at Luckenwald,
j~ ahead of the advancing Russian army. That march to '
Luckenwald became known as Hitler's Death March. It was
a march that Robert Evins of Bryan survived.
~The thing I remember was the ice and the cold. The
ruts in the road were frozen over with ice and it was tearing
our teet up. We were walking like zombies, one foot in front
of the other. Half the time, I don't think I was fully awake.
fach 'night you hoped you didn't freeze to death. Each
morning you had to have help to get up. I don't know how
many died, but we all knew that if a man fell out and you
stopped to help, there were going to be two of you."
After the POWs reached Luckenwald they were housed
in large tents and again segregated by country and by
rank.
"When the Russians arrived they had a tank battle
just outside our fence. The Russians who liberated us were
Mongolians with white officers and non7coms. Those guys
were brutal with the local Germans. It was like Genghis
Kahn all over again. After they moved on, the Russian MPs
who showed up were mostly women.
"When they ran the Germans off, their tanks knocked
down our fences and we were able to mix and mingle a little
bit. I walked over to the officers compound and spotted an
Air Force guy who still had his leather flight jacket. I asked
if he knew my brother John. He told me he not only knew
him but was the pilot of the plane John was on when they
,were shot down. He also told me that my brother had been
killed. He promised that if he made it home, he would go by
and visit with my parents in San Antonio and explain what
happened to John.
"The Russians told us to stay where we were and that
we would be taken to the Black Sea to go home: That did
not sound good to most of us. One of the guys with me was
named Petroni, whose parents were Russian immigrants, and
he spoke Russian well enough for us to communicate. About
five of us, induding Petroni, decided to head for the American
lines. We were several miles from Luckenwald and were
crossing a field when a convoy of Russian soldiers came by.
They unloaded and came over with weapons pointed at us.
When Petroni told him we were American POWs they hugged
and kissed us and let us go. We caught a ride on a Russian
truck and then a replacement tank that was being driven by
a six-toot Russian woman to Jutenbog, Germany.
"I had two teeth that had abscesses and I was in bad
shape. In Jutenbog we asked a Russian officer if they had a
dentist. He took me to their dentist, who sat me on a box in
the middle of a street, pulled out his tools and pulled both
teeth with no medication. I remember him lightly slapping
my face, so I must have fainted, But I sure felt a whole lot
better with those teeth removed.
"When we received the Elbe River, the Americans were
on the other side. They came over and trucked us back on
May 6, 1945. I was back in my Army before the war had
ended. We were deloused and given new uniforms and
fed. You couldn't eat very much because our stomachs
had shrunk. We were flown to France, where General
Eisenhower met.with us before we headed home.
"I left for home on June 6, 1945 - one year from the
D-Day landing - and got to Newport News, Virginia, on June
19, 1945, where we were fed by German POWs who were
roly-poly fat. We . looked like walking skeletons, which we
were. After I got home to San Antonio I was discharged
and I started school at A&M in the Fall of' 45. I entered the
Game Warden Program in 1947 and remained there until I
retired."
The pilot of brother John's plane, true to his word,
came and visited with the Evins family about John's death.
In 1952, John's remains were found in France and he was
buried in San Antonio in 1953. In 1955, 10 years after his
discharge, Robert Evins received his purple heart for the
. wound he suffered at Salerno in 1943.
Robert Evins, in addition to his memories of what
happened, has drawn sketcties that are gallery quality
of what he has described in his story. There are several
sketches of the POW camp, the rail car he traveled in, even
all of the contents of an American Red Cross package.
"All the time we were prisoners, we kept order. We were
American soldiers and we remained soldiers even though
we were POWs. Before my wife's death, she wanted to go
over to Europe and visit where I had been, but I just couldn't
do it. I'm lucky to be alive. I guess I'm just a survivor."
Robert Evins' name can be found on the Brazos Valley
Veterans Memorial. If you know of a World War II veteran
whose story needs to be told, contact Bill Young kin at (979)
260-7030. If you would like to add someone's name to the
Brazos Valley Veterans Memorial, names must be submitted
by August 15, 2006, in order to be engraved on the memorial
by this year's Veterans Day observance.
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