I was awoken from my daydreaming with Hans’s voice calling my name “Willi! Willi! You all right? Is it fifteen minutes?” I looked at my watch. “Yeah Hans.” It was actually fourteen minutes but that was close enough for police work. Hans bellowed “Alright lets go! Go! Go!” The militia had been warned not to be too rough until we were out of sight of the others in the market place. This was rendered somewhat pointless considering what had already transpired but they had been gentle – relatively.
As we walked I could hear the sound of our truck engines revving hard and faintly underneath the engine sound two volleys of rifle fire. From the raggedness of the volleys I knew it had to be the locals. We knew how to shoot a disciplined volley. Hell, we drilled on it enough in school.
I was right as it turned out. The Lieutenant was disgusted, as was the SD officer. Each one for their own reasons. The Lieutenant because of how unprofessional it was, and the SD officer because it was taking to long. We marched our group, well march isn’t the correct word. Herded would be more accurate. We herded the Jews, and our new friends, as I mentioned before, knew exactly what they were doing. Their marksmanship may have been shoddy but they knew Jew herding, and they were surprisingly restrained in applying the rifle butts.
We reached the vehicle area where we were met by the Lieutenant who was grinning manically. “Move your batch over there and have them strip.” Where “over there” actually was turned out to be easy to discern by the pile of mens clothing on one side, and the bundles stacked neatly on the other. “Come on strip! Move! Move!” We shouted at them repeatedly in German which was echoed in Polish by one of the militia.
They began stripping and it was not a pretty sight. Whispering to each other, they shucked clothes until it was all dirty asses and mutilated Jewish weenies. It made me nauseous to look at them. Once they were stripped, and standing there, we found out we had one who was reluctant to show his bare ass. He was shot for being such a pain.
We did a lot of these type actions over the next few years and there were always a couple guys who tried to shield their genitals from view like women. We would stand around, drinking, most of us smoking, and laugh at them. The ones who refused to undress were always shot on the spot.