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We Die Alone: A WWII Epic of Escape and Endurance
by David Howarth
I heard about this book in a NYT op-ed piece by David Brooks, of all people. He wrote it in the context of how amazing the Norwegians are on skis in the winter Olympics. I think he needed to make a deadline, so he summarized a book he read once. Kind of lame, but still, it pointed me to an amazing story.
Toward the end of WWII, Jan Baalsrud was one of a group of Norwegian commandos who trained in Scotland and traveled to the northern coast of Norway with the intention of working with the local populace in resistance against their Nazi occupiers. Right away their plan went horribly wrong and within a few days of reaching the Norwegian coast, Baalsrud found himself alone, running from German soldiers across a tiny frozen island with only one shoe and part of his big toe blown off.
After a narrow escape to the mainland and a bit of recuperation, Baalsrud decided to cut his losses and head for the Swedish border with a mind to making his way back to Britain in order to get back into the fight. What should have been a trip of a few days covering only 40 miles turned into an excruciating ordeal involving avalanches, snow-blindness, frostbite, gangrene, delirium, penknife amputations, and weeks buried in snow caves while a network of loyal locals risked their lives and their communities to try and get Baalsrud to safety.
This is an amazing story. It was originally written about 10 years after the events that take place in the book, and it does seem a bit dated. But the black and white photographs (taken by the author visiting the scenes of events later?) add to the sense of bleakness in the whole story. And since it involves harrowing experiences at subzero temperatures, I had to like it.
There was a film made of this story in Norway in the late 1950's. Apparently it was Oscar-nominated. I'd love to find a copy on DVD to watch.
Toward the end of WWII, Jan Baalsrud was one of a group of Norwegian commandos who trained in Scotland and traveled to the northern coast of Norway with the intention of working with the local populace in resistance against their Nazi occupiers. Right away their plan went horribly wrong and within a few days of reaching the Norwegian coast, Baalsrud found himself alone, running from German soldiers across a tiny frozen island with only one shoe and part of his big toe blown off.
After a narrow escape to the mainland and a bit of recuperation, Baalsrud decided to cut his losses and head for the Swedish border with a mind to making his way back to Britain in order to get back into the fight. What should have been a trip of a few days covering only 40 miles turned into an excruciating ordeal involving avalanches, snow-blindness, frostbite, gangrene, delirium, penknife amputations, and weeks buried in snow caves while a network of loyal locals risked their lives and their communities to try and get Baalsrud to safety.
This is an amazing story. It was originally written about 10 years after the events that take place in the book, and it does seem a bit dated. But the black and white photographs (taken by the author visiting the scenes of events later?) add to the sense of bleakness in the whole story. And since it involves harrowing experiences at subzero temperatures, I had to like it.
There was a film made of this story in Norway in the late 1950's. Apparently it was Oscar-nominated. I'd love to find a copy on DVD to watch.