Paul Kettel Remembers
Friday, December 22, 1944, A.M.
American advance reconnaissance units, with 3 armored scout cars, moved up from the town of Holtz in the direction of Flatzbour.
By the Wolter house they made a left turn into the courtyard. Since the house was somewhat set back from the street, they were able to find some protection there, and paused to get their bearings. The German soldiers didn't notice them at first, since everything remained quiet. Shortly after that, the Americans drove quickly to the Hoffmann-Kaysers', and at that point the Germans opened fire from the Flatzbourknippchen. (Translator's note: A small hill just north of the Hoffmann-Kayser house.) The Americans returned the fire and moved a bit more forward as far as our house, the Kettel-Hoffmanns'.
Since we had no cellar, we had sought cover in the back of the house, which was recessed slightly below ground level. Heavy sniper fire came from the Flatzbourknippchen. Large-caliber tank fire hit our house. We thought that it was about to collapse, and we ran out behind the hedge around the Hansays' pasture.
The Americans had already withdrawn, via the same road by which they'd come up. The Germans went right on shooting.
When it had become quieter, we went back to our house, Father in the lead with his hands in the air, because many German soldiers were standing around there. One of them said that my father was a spy, and that he should be shot on the spot. They had even found an American jacket which the Americans had left behind. Thank God, another German soldier prevented the evil deed and said, "Leave these people alone; they have nothing to do with this."
Because we had no cellar, we were driven out that same day. We drove with the horse and wagon toward Bigonville (Bondorf.) On the way, in the vicinity of the Rausch-Olinger Café, we saw a man who was digging a hole, with a German soldier with a rifle standing over him.
Later we heard that a man from Wiltz had been shot there.
We moved into the Borbels' house, where there was a good cellar. On Saturday the 23rd of December, all hell broke loose in Bigonville. We took blankets, straw, and food with us into the cellar, where we found shelter with a number of the house's occupants. When the house caught fire, we had to flee once more, this time to the Rodemacher house. A little while later a German soldier came to us who was half-starved. In the kitchen he found a pot of lard, with which he was delighted. He was terrified, and said, "We can do nothing. The Americans are coming from every direction.!" Shortly thereafter, the Americans came and took him prisoner.
The Americans were very nice to us. Later they came to get us in order to drive us in a truck to Wolwelingen, to the Hoffmann house. On the way we saw that almost all the houses in Bigonville were burning. The Americans were there, carrying away the dead. Near the Hoffmann house in Wolwelingen the Americans still had artillery pieces set up. They were firing day and night on the German positions.
On Monday, December 25, we could go back to our house in Flatzbour. There were two knocked-out German Panzers there, one at the Flatzbourknippchen, and the other by the exit road from the Schröder sawmill. The incinerated soldiers were still inside. (Trasnslator's note: I saw these knocked-out vehicles on Dec. 24. Actually there were three, - two German self-propelled guns and a captured Sherman..)
The Americans had set up their field kitchen in the Jangli railroad-station building. They always had something for us children. Most important, thanks to the Americans, we were free again at last!
Source: Comité d'organisation "Memorial Day" à Bigonville (1985): Wellkomm d'Amerikaner, Bigonville 1944-1985, Imprimerie Wagner, Esch. By courtesy of Paul Kettel. Translated from German by Bruce Burdett, 188th ECB veteran