At Bitburg: The SS, Reagan. . . und Ich

by Samuel Hux (October 2015)

I note all this to try to convey a mood, or the absence of the expected one. In spite of historical memory I had expected to be moved. I had thought, that is, that a complicated variety of the emotions felt at St. James would obtain here. Death to blond or swarthy, in a just cause or a crippled one, is so final, and mysterious. I submit there is something about a military cemetery, there just is. But in this case.  .  .  no feeling, a cold note-taking, an ethnic survey.

And I wondered at the time why this survey, for there was nothing surprising: of the few Germans I have known personally a bare majority have clear-cut Teutonic names, the others French or Slavic. And then I had it, an absurd and embarrassing mental flush, which wasn’t conditioned, surely, by any expectation. Years in New York had habituated me to think of German- or Slavic-sounding names as Jewish. And here at Mont-de-Huisnes with its crypts and the common grave of unknown war-dead was, in spite of the total absence of Nazi insignia, Hitler’s dream: a world judenrein, cleansed of Jews.

Three months after my visit to the Deutscher Soldatenfriedhof I shared my discovery with a German Jewish friend in New York who gave me a lesson in the idiomatic uses of “to fall.”  “Sehr gut! hat uns gut gefallen!” she had written. No implicit “he,” as I had rather forcedly fantasized, but an “it.” “Very good! (it) fell out well for us!” That is, she and her mates enjoyed their visit. One can only hope that Ronald Reagan enjoyed his almost a year later, May 5, 1985, to the military graveyard in Bitburg.

These many years later Reagan’s motives strike me as being as honorable as his judgment was flawed and his expression ill-formed. But I am not so sure about the honor of all those surrounding him and I wonder if their judgment was not corrupt rather than flawed. Did no one before the disclosure of SS “attendance” know the composition of the cemetery “population”? Did no one among the official West German hosts care? Was Chancellor Kohl a mere innocent? I find that hard to believe. I am not so paranoid as to believe that there was some quiet conspiracy to gain forgiveness-at-last for the SS as well as Army, Navy, and Air Force. I am not so well-disposed as to think it just simply out of the question. In any case I am comfortable in saying that I think Ronald Reagan was hoodwinked.

In September 1985 I flew from London to Luxembourg for the sole purpose of crossing the border to visit Bitburg to see what I could see. In August 1986 I returned, compelled perhaps by unresolved anger, perhaps by some melancholic attraction.

Bitburg is neither nondescript nor charming enough for the tourist trade. But it doesn’t suffer for the latter: the American air base is a local industry. Perhaps the most exciting thing about the town—before May, 1985—was the local beer, justly famous, Bitburger Pils’. Bitte ein Bit! I arrived at night in September 1985 in rented car and found a hotel. The proprietor, thirty-odd years old, was behind the bar, serving a customer who turned out to be an American non-com.  “Haben Sie ein Einbettzimmer?” I asked. “Ja.” “Gut! Ich habe im Auto mein, meine, ah, ah,” gesturing as if lifting a suitcase. “Well now,” he said, “what shall we speak? German or English?” “I’ll have a cognac,” I smiled.

I met no one else skeptical of the great event, neither then nor in 1986. Much more typical was a shopkeeper: “It is a very small Friedhof. They were very young—15 or 16 years. I think there is no American base here he does not come. It is good that he came. I am pleased.”

Stöhen Sie bitte nicht die Ruhe und den Frieden der Toten.

Der Bürgermeister

Only once did I have a rush of emotion. The second day, walking a row about a third of the way up from the base where stands the tower at the foot of which Reagan had laid a wreath, I saw, a couple of grave plaques away from where I stood, my surname! Good God!—I almost lurched. But it wasn’t. A K can seem from an angle an H. Apparently not SS, no rank indicated: “Heinrich Küx, 22/2/26-24/2/45.” The following year I quite cynically used this experience to gain permission to wander the rows again, with camera.

In a shed attached to the cemetery offices he opened a registry and began thumbing the pages, “K-a, K-e”.  .  .  .   “K-u” I reminded him. “K-i, K-l,” etc.  I waited.  “K-u-b.”  Finally, “Ach, Küx.  .  .  Heinrich?” “Ja!  Danke schön.” Heinrich was Catholic. Viatikum read the listing: extreme unction. “Kann man photographieren?” “Ja. Komm’.” A man of few words. At the grave site the caretaker kept a respectful distance. “Neunzehn Jahre,” I said to him—only 19 years old. He gestured how sad and left me to my feigned sadness—which in a moment was not quite feigned. Extreme unction. It wasn’t instant, then, he knew he was dying? Alas, arme Heinrich—poor Henry.

Most of my conversations were jejune, banal. A French restauranteur isn’t the least bit interested in my leading questions. He’s too excited at having an American customer unattached to the air base: a prophecy of profits to come? Only one conversation was thoroughly “satisfying”—on my second night in ’85. Proprietress, or manager, of bar and I are speaking. She likes speaking English, although apologetic. “Nonsense. Consider my German.” “Yes, but I have many American customers, can practice.” Another customer, German, isn’t interested in where I try to lead the conversation. He’s interested, as she is, in AIDS. Two cases recently, someone has whispered, she says, someone who knows someone in the .  .  .  in the.  .  .  health office. “You understand what is health office?” “Office in German is Amt” I think out loud. “Yes, I know,” she laughs. Eventually she wants to talk.  .  .  .  Afterwards I excuse myself to lavatory to jot in my note book—I have a very good memory—not bothering to reproduce phonetically: W’s are erratically W’s and V’s, all final S’s are S’s, not Z’s, all Th’s are soft sibilants.

“Bitburg people don’t know nothing. Maybe 2,000 in 12,000 know there was SS men in cemetery. And there was difference between SS and Waffen SS. My father say he was glad when he see Waffen SS. They were the first to be killed. When combat was dangerous, here comes Waffen SS—and my father thinks he will maybe live. They were different from regular SS—even German people was afraid of them. German people don’t know what Hitler is doing. There was no TV—the newspapers say what the government wants. I don’t understand these people—I ask my parents how you can stand for such things, but they say they know nothing then. It was not like now with TV and everything. What if Reagan does not come? What then? In Bitburg we hold our breath. The Bürgermeister say do like this .  .  . [holds her hands together over waste in pantomime of ‘be calm’]. German people and Americans here know each other—friends for long time. I have friends. Bitburg people still.  .  .  like this [same gesture]. The TV they are so many. Journalists from everywhere. And they make lies, stories. Some people say they move wreath to an SS from another grave. The things they say! It is forty years! They say what one man says—and he has been dead six months. A Jewish man. And people from everywhere—Jewish people—France, Luxembourg, Germany, all over. I don’t want to say. They make troubles. The Waffen SS was young—kids, 16, 17. I don’t know, I don’t want to say.”

It’s all there is the proprietress’s ruminations. (I should confess that I liked her, nonetheless.) The Germans knew nothing. We’re friends now, so.  .  .  .   It’s been forty years. The Jews are making trouble. The Waffen SS was not the real SS.  .  .  . 

The first claim is easily and quickly dismissed. While the Waffen SS fought, usually, under broad Corps-wide or Army-Group Wehrmacht command this was no more than wartime commonsense. It was carried on SS, not Wehrmacht, payrolls and organizational tables, was subject to SS, not Wehrmacht, discipline. It was a fully integrated branch of the SS, merely on loan as it were in battle situations. Indeed, this had long been Hitler’s and Heinrich Himmler’s plan: in wartime the Waffen SS should have the opportunity to spill its blood, the better to insure its reputation and élan when it returned to its peacetime duties as a kind of “Securitate,” if you will remember Ceausescu’s Romanian guard. As for the Waffen SS’s putatively clean hands with respect to the concentration- and death-camps.

This does not mean that only Totenkopf contained the dregs. For although manning the camps was a Totenkopf responsibility (a neat arrangement, with Dachau serving as home administration and Buchenwald as supply dump for the Totenkopf division), there was considerable transfer of personnel at all ranks from division to division and camp to camp and camp to battle unit and battle unit to camp throughout the war. The careers of generals and field-grade officers are not hard to follow, but so many SS records were lost or destroyed we’ll never know the exact numbers and routes of passage of enlisted men. Much evidence is anecdotal, if that’s the right word. Rudolf Höss recalled that during his tenure as Auschwitz commandant, May 1940 to December 1943, field veterans and camp staff were continuously exchanged to the tune of 2,500 each. Anton Kaindl, commandant at Sachsenhausen (after service on the Totenkopf divisional staff) recalled 1,500 exchanges in his almost three year tenure. That is, an average of almost two a day at Auschwitz, more than one a day at Sachsenhausen. Admittedly these aren’t large numbers even if we assume similar figures at other Lager, but they do rather forcefully suggest the connection it was in the interest of Waffen SS veterans to deny.

Now to the matter of Waffen SS “conscription.” Some Waffen SS were indeed not volunteers. A minor truth which grew in exponential fashion into a major distortion: some were conscripted  /  many were conscripted  /  most were  /  the Waffen SS was not the volunteer party army it was cracked up to be. It’s hard to say where and when the transformation of a volunteer elite into just plain soldiers began. I only know I’d heard the theme well before Bitburg, from people with no particular grasp of Nazi history, although I had not heard its tragedy-of-innocents culmination until Bitburg. So, some historical facts:

By war’s end there were or had been 38 Waffen SS divisions, plus a score of lesser special units. About half were prefixed “SS,” as in I SS-Panzerdivision “Leibstandarte Adolf Hitler,” II SS-Panzerdivision “Das Reich,” or III SS-Panzerdivision “Totenkopf.” And about half were suffixed “der SS,” as in for instance XIV Waffen-Grenadierdivision der SS. This is no pedant’s detail. The prefix “SS” was reserved for units made up of German citizens of the Reich (Reichsdeutsche), ethnic Germans (Volksdeutsche) from Axis or conquered lands, Scandinavians, Dutch, and Belgians (Flemish). The suffix “der SS” was reserved for units made up of the non-Teutonic: French, Balts, Rumanians, Ukrainians, Balkan Muslims, what have you. The single exception to this rule was the XXXVI Waffen-Grenadierdivision der SS (actually of brigade size) comprised primarily of conscripted German convicts (which was only appropriate since its commandant Oskar Dirlewanger had himself served time in 1934 for corrupting a minor). I am trying to suggest a certain Teutonic fastidiousness in SS circles, whereby the suffix “der SS” designated units which were useful but not quite of one’s sort. These units not quite of one’s sort, especially if Eastern European in composition, would have a healthy number of conscripts—although conscription is not really the proper term for the recruitment of non-citizens, press-ganging being a better one.

This does not mean that there was zero conscription, or press-ganging, into units prefixed SS, but with one irrelevant and one dramatic class of exception noted below that fate was generally reserved for Volksdeutsche, a minority of whom in the Waffen SS had been made to see their racial duty. Those classes of exception: 

Second: By 1943 because of periodic manpower crises the Waffen SS was allowed to draft from outside SS ranks in special and limited circumstances. For instance, when two new Reichsdeutsche divisions were short Himmler dipped into the Reich Labor Service. Ensuing parental and churchly protest forced the SS to compromise: draftees were “undrafted” with the stipulation of one month’s military training after which they could volunteer or be released. Even if one takes with some salt SS claims that only three men asked for release, and even crediting the enormous pressure all must have felt, one should not dismiss the fantastic reputation the Waffen SS had among German youth after a decade of ideological indoctrination.

Such limited irregularities were however a prefiguration of what was soon to come. Although strict definitions of exceptions to voluntary recruitment remained on the books as late as February 1945, SS fastidiousness broke down near totally as German fronts broke beyond reestablishment and the Waffen SS entered its terminal spasms—when even elite divisions received forced replacements of shipless naval personnel and Luftwaffe ground-crewmen with no planes to maintain. 

And now Günter Grass enters the story. The great novelist and scourge of old Nazis, left-wing conscience of the new Germany, critic of the SS veterans, protester against the Bitburg drama and Ronald Reagan’s visit to Ehrenfriedhof Kolmeshöhe, und so weiter—who had claimed for decades that his war service was as a teenage Flakhelfer impressed to guard anti-aircraft batteries—confessed in 2006 that he had been one of those youths drafted from the Labor Service to the Waffen SS in 1944. Although specific details are very obscure, apparently he was not one of those only three the SS claimed had asked to be released. In any case his service was with one of the crack divisions, X SS-Panzerdivision “Frundsberg.” Grass took a lot of flak for these revelations. Such a hypocrite, and so on. But at the same time, it was possible to “forgive” him—as several commentators did on both sides of the Atlantic—because he had been so young (yes, of course) and because, after all, his service in the Waffen SS was service in a military organization that was, as his story shows, not really a volunteer army. And so it goes.

But, however, and.  .  .  it simply makes no sense (no matter how sentimentally appealing to some) to define the classic Waffen SS by what parts of its decimated ranks became as it was falling apart along with Germany itself. And, in any case, the fact of a modified “conscription” is profoundly irrelevant unless it could be shown to have had some positive effect upon Waffen SS behavior. That is, the question is relevant only if Eastern European and heavily Volksdeutsche units, where most press-ganging occurred, behaved differently in the field than did the classic Waffen SS, and if crack divisions reformed their behavior during the terminal spasms when complemented by forced replacements. I refer of course to the matter of atrocities—the issue which ultimately gave the Waffen SS its fearsome reputation even more than its being the specifically Nazi-party (more than just German) army and its well-deserved press as one of the truly elite military forces of modern history.

Exclude the thousands of Jews, Polish intellectuals, and psychiatric patients murdered in September 1939 by three Totenkopf regiments, since this was before Totenkopf officially became Waffen SS. Exclude the notorious Einsatzgruppen, the mobile killing squads who carried the burden of the Final Solution before the perfection of the death camps, who were only partly composed of Waffen SS soldiers and not under Waffen SS control. Exclude those Waffen SS responsible for the destruction of the Warsaw ghetto, who were in training battalions and thus merely receiving practical instruction in atrocity. After these acquittals through technicalities, the number of known atrocities is stunning. 

At Paradis, France, in 1940, 100 British prisoners were machine-gunned against a wall by Totenkopf. V SS-Panzerdivision “Wiking” killed 600 Jews in Galicia in 1941. The same year Das Reich murdered 920 Jews in Minsk.

In 1943 the Italian village of Boves suffered mass executions by Leibstandarte. Das Reich murdered 99 French civilians in Tulle, the summer of 1944, and then murdered 642 more in October in Oradour-sur-Glanes. 

The XII SS-Panzerdivision “Hitler Jugend” killed 64 British and Canadian prisoners in Normandy in 1944. And, of course, during the Battle of the Bulge, 71 American prisoners (some say 86) were machine-gunned near Malmédy by Leibstandarte.

So far we are talking about the militarily “elite” Waffen SS divisions. How about the relatively “lesser” units?

The Polizei Division committed reprisal killings of Greek civilians at Klissura in 1944. And in the same year on the Italian Arno front, an estimated 2,700 Italian civilians were murdered by XVI SS-Panzergrenadierdivision “Reichsführer-SS.”

And of course these are only the dramatic instances: witnessed or confessed and significant numbers. They say nothing of the killing of one or two or ten civilians or prisoners of war here and there, which is hard to believe did not happen. It was on record at Nuremberg that in the Hitler Jugend division which killed the 64 British and Canadian prisoners there were for selected companies and battalions “secret orders to the effect that SS troops should take no prisoners and that prisoners were to be executed after having been interrogated.” The tribunal felt “the conclusion was irresistible that it was understood throughout the Division that a policy of denying quarter or executing prisoners after interrogation was openly approved.” Given their quite remarkable and repetitive histories of atrocity it’s hard to believe that similar orders and/or understandings did not prevail from time to time in Leibstandarte, Das Reich, and Totenkopf. Especially Totenkopf, with its historic connections to the camp machinery. Charles W. Sydnor (Soldiers of Destruction: The SS Death’s Head Division) observes that it was so often the case that atrocities not committed by Totenkopf were committed by units commanded by men who had earned their grades in Totenkopf before being transferred. So what we have in the reported atrocities is only the tip of the iceberg? Hard not to think so. In any case it would take an act of blind faith to think that what we know happened is all that happened.

Just focusing on the units “credited” above: Totenkopf, Wiking, Leibstandarte, Das Reich, and Hitler Jugend were the only crack Panzer divisions mentioned, and were German (Wiking having also considerable Scandinavians) and overwhelmingly volunteer in the true sense. Florian Geyer and Reichsführer-SS were majority Reichsdeutsche with minority Volksdeutsche. Prinz Eugen was majority Volksdeutsche. Dirlewanger was—remember—press-ganged German criminals. Is there some truly distinguishing pattern that I have missed? Admitting that in the last year there were some conscripts in the crack units, it is worth noting as Reitlinger does that “The company which carried out the massacre at Oradour-sur-Glanes in June 1944 was a typical latter-day SS infantry company.” (Or battalion rather: 1^st Battalion of 4^th Regiment of Das Reich.) “It consisted partly of redundant ground staff of the Luftwaffe, drafted piecemeal into the SS, and partly of conscripted Alsatians who had been brought up as French citizens.” I repeat my question of just above.

Now, given the astonishing history of Waffen SS atrocities it is amazing that any German not a Waffen SS veteran (or related to one) would wish to insist that it was merely a “fourth force” within the Wehrmacht, soldiers just like the others. It is amazing that Germans would not want the Waffen SS segregated, so to speak, from the ordinary military and in German memory. Otherwise, atrocity is Wehrmacht practice and policy! Better the truth: the Waffen SS were not soldiers just like the others.

And the SS-Männer at Bitburg were—the irony is brutal—from the Das Reich division! The not-universal-volunteer argument, to have any worth at all in this context, would have to show that only the Old Hands murdered at Tulle and Oradour—which we will never know. Were those buried at Bitburg specifically guilty? Well, who knows? But it’s irrelevant in any case. We deal here with symbols. As President Reagan’s visit was a symbolic gesture.

The ironies will not cease, even if some of them are the sort that can only be realized in retrospect, since it is unreasonable to expect people to know everything that is going on and has gone on that impinges on their current actions. I suppose it is reasonable that some principals of the Bitburg extravaganza (German principals at any rate) might have been aware that during the May of the president’s visit veterans of the Totenkopf division were celebrating a reunion in Nesselwang, and must have been excited by events only five hours away. But it’s a good bet that some of those Death’s Headers did not miss what principals probably did, that this contribution to the gesture toward rehabilitation of the Waffen SS as soldiers-just-like-the-others should have taken place in anticipation of, and in, Bitburg—which city was, in 1944, a staging ground for SS-Oberstgruppenführer (Colonel General) Sepp Dietrich’s VI SS-Panzerarmee for the Battle of the Bulge, in which 19,000 Americans died, including those 71 at the Malmédy massacre, for which Dietrich (Hitler’s favorite general) went to prison.

One final irony:

“It was in the Thirty Years War. Swedish cavalry laid siege to Bitburg and wished to starve out the city. The Bitburgers were ready to surrender, when an alderman had a cunning idea. Young lads disguised themselves in furs of goats already slaughtered for need, and appeared thus on the city walls. The Swedes let themselves be deceived by the apparently still large stocks. They raised the siege and pulled out from here. Since then we Bitburgers are called ‘Gaessestrepper.’”

I couldn’t translate Gaessestrepper—although I had a vague idea—but I assumed I could turn to a larger dictionary when at home. I did, but no such word. I called the West German consulate in New York, but the person I spoke to drew a blank: it has to be dialect. Goat is Ziege in High German, and that’s the word used in the text. Geiss is South German for goat, and while Bitburg isn’t so far south, Gaesse looks sufficiently similar. Strepper? No such word in dictionaries. The visual clue that it looks like “stripper” tells one something. An Austrian friend and colleague suggested Streifer, not exactly a proper word, but perhaps some nominative permutation of streifen, which can mean anything from “wander” to “glance” to “scrape off” (butter) to “slip off” (shoes or ring) to “pull on/off” to “strip” (leaves). So “stripper” looked good.

On my 1986 visit I made a point of asking several people. They all explained with enthusiasm and amusement. Gaessestrepper: one who strips off and pulls on a goat skin. That is—although no one said it so directly—one who pulls the wool over your eyes. A hoodwinker.

 

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Samuel Hux is Adjunct Professor of Philosophy at York College of the City University of New York. He has published in Dissent, The New Republic, Saturday Review, Moment, Antioch Review, Commonweal, New Oxford Review, Midstream, Commentary, Modern Age, Worldview, The New Criterion and many others.

 

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