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April 13, 2007

Fighting for freedom of Jews

Veteran Fred Carsh was among the first to witness the rebirth of Israel.
KELLEY KORBIN

Fred Carsh not only lived through some of the Jewish people's most devastating and formative times in modern history, but he played an active role in many of these events.

At 84, Carsh comes across as a gentle, intelligent and grandfatherly man – nothing in his friendly smile belies his larger-than-life heroic past. Yet start asking him questions and he opens his steel-trap memory to unravel story after story of luck, survival, courage and valor.

Escape from Germany

He was born into an affluent, semi-Orthodox Jewish family in the industrial city of Essen, Germany, in 1922, where his father was established in the garment trade. Before Hitler came to power and forever altered the path of German Jews, Carsh went to shul regularly with his parents and attended a Jewish day school.

As a young man, Carsh was strong, confident and happy. But, as he witnessed the increasing persecution of Jews by the Nazis, he also developed a capacity to erupt into a powerful rage at the sight of injustice. It is precisely this anger that he credits with saving his life.

One fateful day in 1938, after his father had died from injuries sustained during the violence of Kristallnacht, Carsh was faced with the force of his fury when a group of young Nazis were lined up, waiting outside his school gate.

"We came out of school and [there were] about 30 Hitler Youth in uniform ... they were there to beat up the Jews. We were about 11 kids and little did they know we had just finished a course about three weeks before in judo. We were laughing and they couldn't figure out why we were laughing – you see, here was our opportunity to find out what we learned in judo.... They were older than us; they were in uniform with knives and the whole shebang, the leather belts and the swastikas, of course.

"We decided what to do with them. We opened the gate, we came out and, about three minutes, later it was all finished. We lined them up sort of five this way and five the other way and we flattened them all.

"That probably saved my life. We were very angry young boys because of what they did to the Jewish people."

He added, "I was very angry. I was ready to pounce on the Hitler Youth and the Nazis. I have the opinion that if the Jews would have resisted, I think the Nazis wouldn't have done what they tried to do."

After the altercation, Carsh went home and told his mother what had happened. "She had the foresight to take me out of the house and hide me with some Christian friends," he said.

Sure enough, the next day, the Gestapo came to Carsh's house looking for him. When his mother told them he wasn't there, the Gestapo told her that her son had 48 hours to leave Germany or be taken away. Carsh mused that the Germans wanted him out of the country because, in his words, "I was a shit disturber."

Luckily for Carsh, he had a passport at the time. He still has this passport today, with its prominent "J" to identify him as a Jew. He keeps the document almost as if to prove to himself, if no one else, that he was once that strapping and handsome young man who so fortunately escaped the terrors that would have awaited him had he remained in Germany.

At any rate, because he had a passport, and because the German government was at the time allowing Jews under the age of 17 to leave the country, the Jewish Agency in Berlin was able to issue Carsh an emergency exit visa. By the time he got the visa, Carsh, at 15, had precious little time to pack a very small bag, say goodbye to his mother and younger sister and board a train bound for Italy, where he was "dumped" in a seaside warehouse district to await transport to Palestine with 300 other Jewish youths. (It wasn't until many years later that Carsh was reunited with his mother and sister, who both managed to survive the war. His mother had been hidden by nuns in a convent in Germany for the duration, while his sister, Inge, survived Theresienstadt concentration camp and married a German inmate she met there.)

Carsh has fond memories of his days onboard the Galilea, bound for Haifa. He said the food was wonderful and he had the opportunity to try olives for the first time.

Once the ship arrived in Haifa harbor, Carsh said the "not very friendly" British soldiers eventually let them off. They settled Carsh and 28 of his boat mates in a kibbutz near Afula in March 1939.

Carsh said that, at the time, he didn't realize how lucky he was to get out of Germany.

"I went from childhood to adulthood. I never had a chance to be a teenager. We were two days in the kibbutz and they already put us on guard and taught us to use a rifle and automatic weapons."

But Carsh was too ambitious to be happy standing guard and learning farming techniques on a kibbutz. He wanted to learn a trade, preferably in electronics. So, in conjunction with his kibbutz, the Youth Aliyah office got him into an engineering program at the Technion.

Before he had time to complete his studies, the Second World War erupted and Carsh, at 18, was encouraged to join the British army. Again, he didn't want to sacrifice his opportunity to learn a trade, so he agreed to join the army as long as he could continue his education. The British agreed and, during his service in the Royal Engineers of the British army, Carsh was able to take correspondence courses in engineering and study in his free time.

"The other guys went to town and chased the girls and I was sitting there and studying and my friends said to me, 'Fred, you're crazy, you don't know if you'll live tomorrow, you might get killed, what are you studying for?' Today, I'm glad I did."

Carsh was first stationed in Egypt for training camp, where, he said, the Jewish soldiers did very well with guns because of their experience on the kibbutzim.

The British kept Jewish soldiers together in their own brigade "because we wanted to fight the Germans," said Carsh. "I was so sour with the Germans, I was ready to murder them after what they did to the Jews." The British put them against the Waffen SS division, he explained, "because the British were not our friends anyway...." Why weren't the British friends? Carsh answered, "Because, at the time, the Arabs had the oil. We had nothing."

But, perhaps despite itself, the British army helped the burgeoning idea of a nation for the Jewish people by training volunteer Jewish recruits like Carsh. He said, "We learned the job in the British army and it helped us [later] in the Israeli army."

In fact, when he returned to Palestine from service after the war, he qualified to live in a special neighborhood reserved for former British army soldiers. He said that this neighborhood, populated by men with experience fighting in the Second World War, became "the nucleus for organizing the Israeli army."

Helping Palestine

During the war, Carsh was first stationed for two and a half years under the hot sun of the Western Desert. He then fought on the front lines against the Germans in Italy, even going behind enemy lines to pose as a German soldier. And if such heroics weren't enough, once the Allies won the war in Europe in the spring of 1945, Carsh and many others in the Jewish brigade of the British army voluntarily extended their service an extra six months, in order to surreptitiously help increase the Jewish population in Palestine. The plan had been hatched in the bunks of the Jewish brigade troops months before the war ended and was enacted almost as soon as the armistice was announced.

Carsh explained his role: "Four days after the war, we went into Munich under false papers with 20 trucks. We were stationed on the Italian and Austrian sides of Germany. We went with false papers to [supposedly] deliver tables and chairs to a transit camp in Frankfurt three days after the war. Some of the trucks really delivered those things.... We went into Munich to Dachau concentration camp with 20 trucks.... We could take only the able boys and girls that were in good shape and we loaded them up into the trucks."

Carsh said it was wrenchingly difficult to get the emaciated and terrifed concentration camp victims into the trucks. "They were afraid," he explained. "The ovens were still warm even after three days – some thought they might be going to another gas chamber. But we had the Magen David on our uniform and 'Palestine' written above it." These symbols seemed to give the survivors some sense of trust.

"We took the [concentration camp victims] over the border – the military police didn't have a clue what was in the trucks, we went right through. We had 30 or 35 in each truck; we told them to be quiet when we stopped, not to make a sound.... We took them to camps in Italy in the Alps. We asked the girls if they knew how to operate sewing machines and, since we couldn't get enough battle dresses [uniforms] from the British army, because we didn't want to make them suspicious, we made a few hundred of those battle dresses.

"The Jewish people from the Jewish Agency in New York helped us a lot with money. We needed food, sleeping equipment and supplies. When the guys were in good shape and a little bit fattened up (after three or four weeks, we could see how they gained weight on their bones), they had to learn my soldier number [from Carsh's soldier book, which is another artifact he has managed to hold on to] by heart, they had to learn how to operate a rifle and – now comes the beautiful thing – one real soldier usually went with a party of 40 [now trained, concentration camp victims] on 'vacation' to Palestine with our soldier books and lots of ammunition and rifles.... The kibbutzim usually took [these refugees] in and then the real soldier collected the soldier books and went back to Italy and the next transport went."

In this fashion, Carsh explained how, unbeknownst to the British government, about 200 of the 2,100 members of the British military's Jewish brigade helped fortify and populate the Jewish population in Palestine prior to the creation of the state of Israel.

A future in Canada

Carsh has many more stories about sneaking Jews and ammunition into Palestine, including fixing up old boats and using them to transport people illegally into the British-controlled country. In fact, Carsh's first wife (who passed away in 1972) came to Palestine on one of those boats.

After six months of clandestine operations in Europe, Carsh returned to Palestine, where he got a day job working as an engineer for the Iraqi Petroleum Co., bringing gas into Palestine.

At the same time, he also worked with the Haganah (the Jewish paramilitary army in Palestine) and its more radical offshoot, the Irgun.

When Israel was declared a state in 1948, Carsh immediately left his job and became a sergeant in the newly minted Israeli army. He said he couldn't rise to a higher rank because, at the time, his Irgun past prohibited any promotion beyond sergeant.

Carsh remained in Israel and fulfilled his military obligations until 1955, when he was diagnosed with skin cancer, which he still battles today. His military doctor told him to move to a colder climate and that was the year Carsh emigrated to Canada with his wife and three children.

Now he has a 24-year-old grandson who not only resembles his handsome grandfather, but also flies an attack helicopter for the Israeli Defence Forces and, in true family tradition, is studying to be a electrical engineer.

Carsh is currently working on an autobiography. When asked why he thinks he survived his tumultuous past, he reckoned, "You come to a point where you say, 'I'm invincible.' "

Kelley Korbin is a freelance writer living in West Vancouver.

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