Bob Bare was captured, spent rest of WWII a POW of Nazis
SPRINGFIELD — Snow and cold are one matter. “But when you get the sleet and ice,” said Bob Bare, “you start thinking about things.”
Many of the memories Bare spoke of on a recent bright and sunny winter day in his Springfield home involved the best working years of his life — time spent with Howard Noonan in the family atmosphere of the Kissell Co. as it existed when Bare arrived in Springfield in 1958.
The 86-year-old spoke, too, with warmth about Earl Morris and Honor Flight, his own trip to the World War II Memorial in Washington, D.C., and the “very humbling” feeling of being “stopped dead in your tracks” upon the realization that people are standing there “recognizing you for who you are and what you have done.”
But the sleet and ice that coated Springfield recently took him back to St. Vith on the German-Belgian border and December 1944, when he was Pfc. Robert Bare, assistant clerk of Company B of the 422nd Battalion of the 106th Army Infantry.
His own bottom line from that time is simple: “We survived, OK? And a lot of guys didn’t.”
A quiet winter
Drawn out of an aviation program discontinued as the Allies established clear air superiority over Europe, Bare became one of the replacement troops to take up position that December — troops that assumed the cold would be their greatest immediate enemy.
“We went into the line about Dec. 10,” he said. “They really felt it was going to be quiet all winter, so we were very much spread out.”
The expectation was that they’d have time to organize during the cold weather, close ranks and be ready for action when the weather warmed. The German army — had other plans.
“We were buried in snow up in the Ardennes Forest, and a couple of days before the actual battle began, we were hearing activity at night. Our scouts could tell things were going on.”
Covered with snow and hunkered down in dugouts on the Siegfried line (a German defensive position built during World War I), they had no notion they were about to become part of one of the biggest battles of World War II.
“About 5:30 in the morning Dec. 15 the activity started,” Bare said. “And on Dec. 16, we were very much hammered. Our company commander was killed in that action.
“On the 17th, we were entirely cut off.”
Surrounded, they attempted to escape, but failed. By Dec. 19, Bare said, “that was the end of that.”
Bob Bare’s part of the Battle of the Bulge was over, and his life as a prisoner of war had just begun.
Staying alive
“When we were first captured, we were marching in the snow, didn’t have the right clothing and were just trying to survive,” Bare recalled.
That set him and his companions apart from 113 men taken prisoner in nearby Malmedy, then shot to death en mass by German soldiers.
Cold and wet, the POWs marched through the mud and snow to Koblenz, Germany, on the Rhine, taking shelter Dec. 28 in three buildings of a former German army officer training complex.
That night, two of those buildings — and the men in them — were destroyed by American bombers. Just as he could easily have been in the ill-fated unit at Malmedy, “I could just as easily have been in one of those other buildings,” Bare said. Or his end could have been announced by a single report from a rifle.
Early on, “I was pretty sure they were going to wipe us out,” Bare said. “And as we would move from place to place, you’d think, ‘This is probably as far as I go.’ ”
Instead, he went on to Stalag 12A in Limburg, taking cover Dec. 30 in bare-bone barracks that had stoves but no fuel to burn in them.
If missing firewood, the barracks were well stocked with cold, hungry men who for company had a companion common to their conditions: disease. “From Jan. 10-22, the camp was quarantined for diphtheria,” Bare said. It was a trying existence.
“Not knowing what the hell was going to happen to you, the regimentation in the camp — you were constantly under observation — your clothing was worn out. It was just a raw barracks kind of existence.” Trapped and hungry, the soldiers’ favorite topic was food: what they would eat and where they would eat it when they were released.
Bare’s contribution was the memory of Smith’s Cafeteria in downtown Toledo, which would come to mind as he gnawed on black bread all speculated contained a special ingredient: sawdust. “In truth, the German people didn’t have that much to eat, either,” Bare said...
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