Private David O. Jebbit
Unit : 181 Airlanding Field Ambulance
Army No. : 7265533
David Jebbit was a member of the 181 Field Ambulance. The following is a description of his experiences of the Main Dressing Station at the Schoonoord Hotel, compiled for the purposes of an RAMC training film, "Casualty Care in Battle - Arnhem 1944":
I was the section clerk of the 181 Airlanding brigade. We landed on the 17th of september 1944 at Wolfheze. There were 10 officers and 104 men. On the first day, the whole day was taken up with moving all this kit in, and organising this hotel, (the Schoonoord), as a main dressing station. And the hotel rooms were turned into wards, a big sort of dining room was turned into a reception area. Throughout the subsequent days, as more and more casualties came in, so then the unit had to take over more buildings. So we got quite thin on the ground at times, from the nursing point of view, but we had a lot of Dutch civilians who volunteered to come in and they helped with the nursing.
The army medical services were trying to cope under intense battle conditions. At one time I offloaded a particular casualty, with multiple shrapnel wounds, and everyone was so busy, by the time I got him onto the stretcher into the corridor, and he was moaning and covered with blood, and everybody else was looking after their casualties. Well I thought, "This is my casualty, I’d better do something.!"
And one time I was asked to assist out in the minor operations room and I went in their with one of the doctors and he said, ‘I want you to act as the anesthetist’ and I worked under his direction.
The lessons we (the RAMC) learned at Arnhem, were the importance of fitness, morale and training. The importance of initial first aid and managing casualty evacuation under fire. We had to use innovation and initiative when the ops did not go according to plan. We also had to deal with the prevention and treatment of psychiatric casualties.
Muhlberg on Elbe was the site of Stalag IVB during the years we were at war with Germany. It was there that I was moved as a very reluctant guest of the third Reich after being captured in Holland. However, my stay was not so long as expected and three months later, after a night of constant rattle of gunfire, we awoke to find that all the German guards had fled from the advancing Russian army. That was a joyous day indeed, especially for those who had been less fortunate than I, and had spent periods of up to four years in the camp.
After the first few hours of daylight things settled down. The order was given by the Russians that we remain in the camp, for 'mopping up' was still in progress in the near vicinity and a few thousand ex-POWs milling around outside might complicate matters. I returned to my hut and rested up on my bed for a spot of happy contemplation now that for us the war was over.
The W.O. in charge of my hut came over to me and asked if I'd like to go up to the German Lazarette. The Russians were moving all their sick from the camp to the Lazerette and would like some help in looking after them. I should get a decent bed up there and the thought of exchanging my louse ridden straw mattress for a decent one was too good a bribe to refuse.
A couple of other volunteers joined us at the gate and we were escorted to a small group of wooden buildings, about a mile up the road, outside the camp. A room recently vacated by the late camp guards was made available for us.
We dumped our few personal belongings and tried out the springs of the three beds in the room. We were sure of a good nights sleep for the few nights we were to be there. The W.O. had assured us that we would stay only until the Russians joined up with the Americans and a route back to England was available for us. The first week went by and we had no complaints. We fed at the kitchen with the Russians, and although nothing fancy appeared in the fare, it was solid and substantial and certainly an improvement on what we had been existing on. The patients we looked after were mostly suffering from malnutrition, as the Russians had no Red Cross parcels to supplement their prison food.
Our duties consisted of helping to make the beds, wash the floors, and fetch the patients' food from the kitchens. There was one Russian doctor and about half a dozen Russian uniformed girls who carried out the nursing duties. A fortnight after we had been moved up to the Lazerette, the British and American ex-prisoners of the camp were moved out by American lorries, the Americans having joined up with the Russians at the Elbe. We got ready to join them.
Our expectancy was short lived. We were told that permission had been obtained for us to stay behind for a couple of days until further Russian reinforcements arrived to help out. We would then be taken down to the American lines and handed over for repatriation.
A little dismayed, we returned to our work. The Russians appeared to be friendly, although actual conversation was invariably carried out in a broken German, which was not very good on either side. For the next couple of days we carried on as before. The floor washing was beginning to become rather tedious, for our Russian friends seemed to obtain a humourous satisfaction from watching us on our hands and knees every day. The excuse of reinforcements was also beginning to appear a bit thin. Lounging around were quite a number of fawn smocked Russians, sporting hammer and sickle cap badges, who would be equally capable of floor scrubbing. Another week went by and still, daily, we were presented with buckets of hot water, disinfectant and scrubbing brushes.
Our numerous enquiries about when we were to be escorted to the American lines did not produce a satisfactory reply, so we decided that scrubbing was out until we knew exactly where we stood and the day we were to be repatriated. In a mixture of English, German and sign language, we conveyed to the Russian officer that we were going on strike, but we received no satisfaction. That night, after our evening meal, we returned to our room and decided that we would take matters into our own hands, that if the Russians would not take us to the Elbe we would make our own way there.
The following day we stocked up with bread and odd scraps salvaged form the kitchen and each with a haversack, prepared for our journey. By now the Russians attitude left open to doubt that should we be found moving off, we might be forcibly detained. We would therefore leave that night. Our packed haversacks were carefully smuggled out and hidden in a clump of bushes about a hundred yards down the road. After dark we sauntered out of the building and strolled casually down the grass verge of the roadside. Behind the bushes we collected our haversacks and struck out across the fields, the moonlight was sufficient to show us our way. We had a rough idea of the direction to take. We decided to keep clear of the roads until we were well clear of the camp. We know that we could circle around the outside of the town of Muhlberg and that the river Elbe lay on the other side. We had only then to follow the course of the Elbe until we came to a bridge, cross over and place ourselves in the hands of the first Americans we came across.We kept going until early dawn and covered about fifteen to twenty miles, until the town of Muhlberg was behind us.
As dawn rose we decided to find a place to sleep. An old farm building in the distance seemed to be the most suitable place. There was only an old farmer in occupation when we arrived. After we had told him who we were he seemed very glad of our company. His opinion of the Russians expressed as "Ruskie nix good". Most of the German population had fled across the Elbe from the advancing Russians, who, so the farmer said, had looted everything of value during their advance. Our German host prepared us a hot stew. Afterwards we slept off the weariness of our nights journey. Shortly after mid-day we awoke and decided that we would push on ahead for the American lines. The farmer prepared us a cup of coffee and bid us farewell.
On the road towards Reisa we caught up with a German woman who was pushing a small wooden trolley with all her worldly possessions piled on top. She recognised us as English and begged that we take her with us to the Americans. As she spoke a certain amount of English we felt that her help as interpreter would be useful and we agreed. We piled our haversacks onto the trolley and taking it in turns to push the cart, continued our journey. The road we were on seemed endless. A few trucks passed us but nobody stopped to enquire who we were. Our journey took us through one or two villages, but they had been reduced to ghost towns and all the occupied houses had large red flags hanging down from the windows to comply with Russian orders. Very few Germans remained on the streets. Occasional movements behind drawn curtains told us that frightened people were trying to catch a glimpse of their future fate. As night approached the German woman said she knew some people in the next town in whose house we could spend the night.
The lack of restful sleep was now fast catching up with us. We felt that a good nights sleep was becoming a necessity. We found the house and the large red flag, which adorned it, proved that the family had remained there. The occupant, a doctor, made us welcome. He showed us into what had been his consulting room and provided us with wood for a fire. A further large stew followed, finished off with bread and cheese. The German doctor told us of the Russian advance and further of the raping and looting that had taken place. We commiserated, but even then it seemed strange that we should so suddenly side with our former enemies against our wartime ally.
The following day we moved off towards the Elbe. The German woman told us there was a bridge across the river two miles away. She herself had decided to remain with the doctor. After walking for about half an hour along the main road we came to the bridge. We saw a small wooden hut at the side of the entrance and a wooden pole placed on two trestles straddled the road. An armed Russian sentry was standing outside the hut and another guard was pacing the bridge to the centre, the other half of the bridge being patrolled by an American.
We indicated to the Russian outside the hut that we were British and wished to cross over the bridge. He disappeared inside and emerged again accompanied by an officer. Shortly afterward a US officer, seeing our predicament, came across and conferred with the Russians. The American was very pleasant. He shook hands with us, saying that we would soon be on our way home, but first the Russians wanted proof of our identity before they would let us cross the bridge. This was quite easy : we had our pay books and stalag identity cards. After scrutinising them, the Russian officer handed them back and shouted a command to the sentry. We were allowed to cross. The American officer hastily obtained a jeep and we were taken to their barracks to be flown home to England the following day. While waiting for the jeep to arrive we chatted to the Americans on guard at the bridge. They all had a pretty poor opinion of their Russian allies. One even said that he would have been quite willing to have continued the advance right through to Moscow. It distinctly remains in my memory that he commented "It'll save us the job in ten years time" his ten years prophesy are up in May of this year.
After the war, Jebbit remained in the RAMC and aspired to the rank of Colonel.
Thanks to Stuart Jebbit for this account.
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