After four years I’m finally coming back to this memoir. I’d like to finish it while memories are still floating in my mind. At times I’m overwhelmed by panic that there isn’t much time left. I’m 84.
I’m glad that Dad’s whole story in captivity is told in a short biography for Hadouch’s Lamsdorf-Lambinowice museum in Poland. In this new post I’ve added a few details.
You can read Part 5 here.
Teschen – Top Priority: Patients’ Welfare
Dad continues his story:
‘When the Germans dismissed the kind Oberarzt, a captain and a major replaced him. The major was a Nazi, a swine. The captain was kinder. He called us four Serb doctors to report, and he said, pointing at me: “We know what you are doing. We would love to have a German doctor who would look after our prisoners in Siberia as you look after your men and your allies. But enough is enough, as of today, this must stop. Go each to your ward and discharge all those who are healthy.”
We returned to our respective wards, and my colleagues discharged almost all patients, even those who were sick, they got such a fright. I didn’t discharge any of my patients. On the contrary, I even admitted one. I was just coming out of my room when I saw a man walking slowly past, holding his stomach. I asked him: “What’s wrong?” He said: “It hurts here, but Dr Savić has just discharged me.” “Come and see me tomorrow at ten o’clock. I’ll examine you,” I said. He was truly ill. I admitted him to my ward. When the major heard that I didn’t discharge anyone but even admitted one, he called me and said: “Yesterday, Dr Savić discharged a man, and you admitted him. “Yes, I did, “I replied. “Because he has a duodenal ulcer.” He immediately gave orders that the man be examined at the German military hospital. I then asked for permission to go with him and to take along another four men, which was granted. When the German doctor finished with the examination, the Nazi major from our camp rang the military hospital enquiring about the result of the examination, and he heard that the man indeed had a duodenal ulcer.
On our way back, a German high-ranking officer, a lieutenant, walking toward us stopped and asked the German guard: “Who are these people?”
“Their doctor took the prisoners to the hospital to be examined,” the guard replied.
“Das sind Soldaten wie du, behandele sie so wie Soldaten!” (They are soldiers like you, treat them like soldiers!). He was a very fine gentleman.
On returning to our hospital, the Nazi major ordered me to immediately discharge that patient suffering from a duodenal ulcer. What could I do now? Nothing. This time I had to obey orders. From then onwards he was against me, and about a month later, I was accused of mounting an insurrection in the camp. As if a doctor could stage an insurrection!’
To be continued
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Very interesting! I regret not taking the time to learn more about my grandmother’s life while she was still alive.
I know how you feel, my husband feels the same about his parents. I was lucky that my father was a centenarian and for his 100th birthday party I organised a This is your Life event, so had to collect all the info.
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