Writing of the funeral of 200 concentration camp internees who were buried in the middle of a German town Master Sergeant Werner T Angress [Hq Hq, 508th] of Richmond tells of the German population and army officers who were forced to file through the lines of dead by the Americans in a letter received by Dr. Curt Bondy, professor of psychology at the Richmond Professional Institute from "somewhere in Germany"
   Sergeant Angress who recently received the Bronze Star for meritorious service in Normandy volunteered to jump with the 508th Parachute Infantry on D-Day as a Prisoner of war interrogator.  His citation states "At all times Sergeant Angress carried out his work in a superior manner and was highly aggressive showing a high degree of initiative in gaining information from prisoners of war that proved valuable to the tactical operations of the organization."
    One of the 26 boys who came to this country as refugees from Germany five years ago, Sergeant Angress volunteered for military service in the American army the following year. Twenty-two of the 26 of which Dr Bondy was in charge are now in the armed forces.
   Upon coming to this country the group of young refugees lived on a farm, Hyde Farmlands, near Burkeville, Virginia, purchased for them by a Richmond man.
   Sergeant Angress's account of the funeral which took place May 7 in the public square of a German town follows:
   "Today we buried the dead that we found in the concentration camp right outside of our town. We buried them in the public square of the town right opposite the castle of the Grandduke and the whole population as well as the captured German generals and higher ranking officers had to attend.
   But, before I go into details, I would like to tell you a few words about the concentration camp.  We found it outside of the town alongside the road in a wood clearing.  It is just a small camp with about 10 buildings behind the usual barbed wire and it housed from 200 to 300 slave laborers. The sight was the most horrible one I have ever seen. The place was filthy and smelled of decay of dead bodies and foul turnips; gnawed on turnips were lying around on the barrack floors, in addition to the filth and dead bodies of the inmates. You found them all over the place, piled up head to feet in the latrine, in the so-called wash room, in the barrack comers. Two hundred of them lay there unburied simply starved to death. Their limbs partly fallen off their bodies already, were as thin as sticks. It was a repulsing sickening sight. Their bodies were shrunk, only bones and skin. And over a thousand more bodies were being dug out of mass graves by the German population right then, while I was up there. But six kilometers away were people living in a town as good as you can imagine, a bit rationed but not suffering, in nice houses with dogs and cats that had to be fed and with good clothes to wear.

 I found several survivors in the camp yet and talked with them. They still wore their striped suits, they looked more dead than alive and their faces regardless of age looked old. They showed me their numbers which were tattooed to their arms. they told me of their suffering. And even if they had not done so the sight out there talked louder than these people could. I don't want to tell you any more It is one dirt spot in the history of Germany which will never be washed off.
Mayor Makes Speech
   The burial ceremony was rather impressive The population was assembled and had to file through the lines of dead which were placed beside their individual graves. The faces were uncovered, the rest of their bodies was wrapped In white sheets which had to be furnished by the population. We soldiers stood alongside the graves behind the white crosses. Men, women and children walked through, their heads bare, their faces sad or sullen. Some of them refused to go. We made them go. Then all of them went back to their places opposite the cemetery and the mayor of the town made a little speech. He said that it was up to the people of X to wash off this undoing and that all decent people and Christians were shocked and sorry. He looked pathetic in his white hair and his black top hat talking into the loudspeaker which was held by one of our officers. After that the dead were lowered into their graves while the band played funeral music. I forgot to mention the group of German officers led by five generals who stood in front of the population at rigid attention with faces of stone and stared into nothing. I would have liked to know what they thought. Their faces betrayed nothing. In front of them, facing the row of graves, stood our two generals and their staff.
   "When the bodies were lowered, the chaplains said prayers for the Protestant, Catholic and Jewish victims and one chaplain read a speech in German and English telling once more the story and explaining why those people were buried in the middle of the town. He said that it was the crime of every German, actually committed by cruel guards, or indifferently tolerated by the people. He warned the people never to allow again any party or any man to arise and do things like that. He appealed to the human decency to atone for these crimes.
   Our national anthem followed We saluted and so did the German officers while the tune was played. Then the bugles sounded taps
   "That was the end of the ceremony Thus were buried 200 human beings, Dutch, French, Poles, Russians and Jews buried by their former oppressors and by the liberating Americans who had come too late for them In the middle of a German town."

 [The Times Dispatch, Richmond, VA, 04 Jun 1945, Mon, Page 5]