May 27th, 1940. A group of soldiers from the Royal Norfolk regiment were isolated in the French village of Le Paradis, just south of Mons in Belgium. They were engaged in a holding action to give time for the evacuation of the BEF from France in Dunkirk.
When they ran out of ammunition, with many of the men wounded, the 99 survivors were ordered by their Major to surrender. They surrendered to Hauptsturmführer Fritz Knöchlein, the commander of the SS Totenkopf (Deaths Head) unit.
The SS unit set up two heavy machine guns, marched the Norfolks up against the wall of a barn, and machine gunned them down. They were then ordered by Knöchlein to bayonet the survivors to death. It seems this elite group of hard line Nazi’s didn’t need much ordering.
Beneath the dead two wounded Englishmen survived. Private William (Bill) O’Callaghan dragged Private Albert (Bert) Pooley out from under the bodies. They survived for three days hiding in a pigsty drinking dirty water, eating raw eggs and potatoes. When the owners of the farm found them they took care of the two men, under threat of punishment.
The men later surrendered to a regular Wehrmacht infantry division. O’Callahan was sent to a POW camp in Poland for the duration of the war. Pooley was repatriated, unfit for service.
Initially the claims of the massacre by Pooley were met by disbelief. It was not until the discovery of death camps at Bergen Belsen etc at the end of the war that his story gained credibility. When O’Callaghan returned in 1945 he was able to confirm Pooley’s story.
In 1948 Knöchlein was tried for war crimes and found guilty. He was hanged in 1949. He was the only person to answer for the crime. A mass grave in Le Paradis suggests that Knöchlein was also guilty of ordering the murder of 20 men of the Royal Scots who were isolated similarly to the Norfolks.
For the Fallen; Robert Laurence Binyon
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.