The Story of a Medic

It's incredible how many stories are still hidden in family albums and memories. Sometimes, guests from distant places bring stories so closely tied to our city. This was no different during Carol's visit, the daughter of an Australian prisoner of war from Stalag XXA, located in Toruń. Her father, Stanley, was a medic and stayed in Forts XV and XIV, where a hospital for prisoners of war operated. He fell into German captivity in Greece. He served with his knowledge and assistance in Toruń and the surrounding camps. He participated in the so-called "Death March," the evacuation of the camp to western Germany, but he joined from Białystok, where he volunteered as medical aid, wanting to remain true to his calling until the end of the war.

Such a distant story also had a close ending because on one of the photos, Carol found her father. Thanks to this visit, we got to know the history of the camp in Solc Kujawski very well, which was quite difficult to establish until now.

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Thanks this trip we've discovered new facts about POW from Stalag XXA in 1945

That was wonderful trip. During three days we saw couple of places connected with POW path of Jack Stansfield. Moreover thanks his son Michael we saw notes with memories of last days in Stalag XXA in Torun. In opposit to all facts which says that prisoners left camp in late december 1945 Jack wrote that they started to march on 21 january! That means that lasts groups of POW left camp in 10 days before Torun was liberated. Fortunatley Jack survived afeter he escaped from march. He met russians army and polish partizants. Below we presents you short memories about Jack and trip to Poland... My father was called Jack Stansfield, he was born in August 1918. He was brought up in the market town of Malton in North Yorkshire where his parents were publicans. He joined the Territorial Army in March 1939 and was mobilised on the declaration of war. Jack enlisted in his local regiment joining the 5th Battalion of the Green Howards. After a short time at the Regimental HQ in Richmond, North...

Living conditions in Stalag XXA

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Just few hours to understand life in Stalag XXA(20A) in Torun

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