“The 25th Jan 1945,
Burns Night, a night many of the Prisoners would never forget.” Words I
remember my Grandad saying many years ago, as he told me yet another
amazing story of his time during the Second World War. After what seemed like
an eternity in a POW Camp, this was the night he had finally waited for, the
beginning of his journey back home.
Unfortunately the high spirit of
many of the POW’s that night did not last long. This was to be the beginning of
a notorious “Long march to freedom” across Poland and into Germany, in freezing temperatures well below zero. This event lead to many deaths, some of which
Neil’s closet friends, he met during his time in the camp.
One such friend, Anthony
Coulthard, a great friend of Neil’s, accompanied him on that March.
Unfortunately Anthony’s condition deteriorated during the March and he didn’t
make their final destination. His final resting place was not known following
the war and this was something my grandfather always thought about on Armistice
Day.
Two years ago, through the power of the internet I managed to trace a relative
of Anthony and the son of another fellow POW. It was with much delight that
that we were in contact with each other, with the same task in mind.
Months of
research and visits to various sites had taken place with one aim in mind. An
unmarked grave of a British Soldier, near to the spot where he passed away has
been found. It is now hoped that Anthony’s final resting place has been found. Using
documented eye witness accounts including information from my Grandad's book, the evidence is strong enough that Ministry of
Defence are now looking at the case. A long and arduous process that will
hopefully provide his family with closure and a wish my grandfather would have
been so happy to have granted.
Epitaph On A Friend - Robert Burns
An honest man here lies at rest,
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd,
Few heads with knowledge so inform'd;
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.
Robert Burns, 1784