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Several years ago, I was visiting England. While sitting in a pub in Chipping Camden, I began talking to a local who had noticed my American accent. In his unusual accent, he told me he had been in America, in "are-can-sas." Turns out he had been a German POW, which explained his unusual accent!
Jim Bakker


Was just reading your information about the prisoner of war camp in Jerome, Arkansas. I worked there from June 1945 to August 1945--was between semesters at college. I also lived in Jerome so was close to home. It was quite an experience. We worked with fifteen German prisoners doing their payroll. My boss was a German-American from New York. It was an experience you would not ever forget.
Beverly LInk
Lake Worth, FL


I’m originally from Arkansas. I lived in Blytheville (Mississippi County) from 1946 until 1959. I am 70 years old. When I was about three or four years old, we lived on a farm that we rented from a man everyone called Mr. Eddie, at Armoral in Mississippi County. I don’t remember too much about it because of being so young at the time, but we had a few German POWs working on the farm we rented. They used to play around and tease my brother and me, and pour water on our feet from the pump.

The reason I got interested in this was we had a movie at church that was about the POWs in Georgia and the miracle that happened on Christmas. I can’t remember the name of it now, but it was very good. I thought everyone knew about the POWs that helped out the farmers, but it seemed that only one man from our church knew anything about it.

I think the guards were so excited when the war ended that they left a few things behind at our house. We had a canteen, a machete, a bayonet, and I think a metal plate that folded up to eat from. We still have the bayonet, and I don’t know what happened to the other things over the years. I’m going to write out as much information as I know and give the machete to my son, along with the information. I remember my brother and some friends playing with those things, but none of us ever got hurt—they were dangerous weapons!


Carolyn Szela
Alpha, NJ