TELEGRAMMEN & RAPPORTEN, JUNI 1943.
Source: File HS2/172.
SN/1212 29th June, 1943.
TO: AD/E FROM: SN.
"SWALLOW-GUNNERSIDE"
I attach a report submitted by Sergeant Helberg on his escape to Stockholm. This confirms the excellent impression already received in regard to this NCO.
He has already been awarded the Military Medal for his work in connection with "Gunnerside". I should be glad to have your instructions as to whether you consider any further action should be taken to recommend an addiotional award following on the events detailed in this present report.
The "Gunnerside" operation as such was completed as soon as Sergeant Helberg had returned to HARDANGERVIDDA from Vemork.
TO: AD/E FROM: SN.
"SWALLOW-GUNNERSIDE"
I attach a report submitted by Sergeant Helberg on his escape to Stockholm. This confirms the excellent impression already received in regard to this NCO.
He has already been awarded the Military Medal for his work in connection with "Gunnerside". I should be glad to have your instructions as to whether you consider any further action should be taken to recommend an addiotional award following on the events detailed in this present report.
The "Gunnerside" operation as such was completed as soon as Sergeant Helberg had returned to HARDANGERVIDDA from Vemork.
TO: SOE Headquarters (SN) N. 313
FROM: SOE Stockholm (8627) June 18th 1943.
With reference to your telegram 0115 of June 6th, we now enclose herewith X's (X = Klaus Helberg) account of his escape, to which key is enclosed in Snowdon parcel marked "Rough Diamond".
We hope iit may be possible for X to get over to the UK at an early date, in view of the fact that he has been granted immediate priority and we are retaining him here in Stockholm for this purpose for the time being. His broken arm seems to have healed nicely. It it proves impossible to get him away we propose to let him join our other friends at the place in the country mentioned in our letter N. 277 of May 26th.
FROM: SOE Stockholm (8627) June 18th 1943.
With reference to your telegram 0115 of June 6th, we now enclose herewith X's (X = Klaus Helberg) account of his escape, to which key is enclosed in Snowdon parcel marked "Rough Diamond".
We hope iit may be possible for X to get over to the UK at an early date, in view of the fact that he has been granted immediate priority and we are retaining him here in Stockholm for this purpose for the time being. His broken arm seems to have healed nicely. It it proves impossible to get him away we propose to let him join our other friends at the place in the country mentioned in our letter N. 277 of May 26th.
JSW.1211 29th June 1943.
TO: LT. COLONEL B. OEN FROM LT.COL. J.S. WILSON
"SWALLOW-GUNNERSIDE"
I attach a report rendered by Sergant Klaus Helberg on his escape to Stockholm after the Gunnerside operation. On 19th April the Swallow radio reported that Helberg had been shot while trying to escape from the Germans. This report proved to be erroneous and Helberg, after many adventures, arrived in Stockholm.
It will be seen from previous reports that Helberg was, from all points of view, one of the key members of the Swallow party, and the attached is an epic of cool headedness, bravery and resource.
TO: LT. COLONEL B. OEN FROM LT.COL. J.S. WILSON
"SWALLOW-GUNNERSIDE"
I attach a report rendered by Sergant Klaus Helberg on his escape to Stockholm after the Gunnerside operation. On 19th April the Swallow radio reported that Helberg had been shot while trying to escape from the Germans. This report proved to be erroneous and Helberg, after many adventures, arrived in Stockholm.
It will be seen from previous reports that Helberg was, from all points of view, one of the key members of the Swallow party, and the attached is an epic of cool headedness, bravery and resource.
Translation 28th June, 1943.
Report by Klaus Helberg
(SWALLOW)
When the operation was completed, I and Jens Dahle met in OSLO, where we planned the future work. According to the original plan, he and Arie Kristofferson were to work as instructors in the district of VINJE, West Telemark, bit, as it had proved that the conditions there were so easily seen through, we agreed that it was wiser for Jens Dahle to return to England.
I myself was to make contact in NOTODDEN and place the organisation there in connection with one of our transmitters, I was also to work there as an instructor, distribute arms, etc.
First of all, however, I had to go to the HARDANGERVIDDA to collect in one place a number of depots which we had lying about at different places. I was to remain in OSLO for the time being, until I received information that I need to have nothing to fear from razzias in the mountains. With that view, I had arranged for a friend of mine in RJUKAN to write to me, as soon as he found that the conditions were such that I could go up there again. This friend had done us great services before this, during the reconnaissance work. In the middle of March, I received a message that everything was quiet and that I could safely come up there. I said goodbye to Jens Dahle and left OSLO by train on Monday, 22nd March, for RØDBERG in the NUMEDAL, from where I went by bus to UVDAL. From there I went on to KALHOVD on ski on Tuesday morning. I did not know that RØDBERG and UVDAL had been made restricted areas that very day.
I had prevously arranged with GROUSE-1 that, if I applied to a friend of his in KALHOVD, I should get information about any German movements in the area. I met the man, who told me that everything was quiet and that there had not indeed been any Germans at all in that part of the district. KALHOVD was made a restricted area the same day, but neither he nor I knew that. I spent the night in the hut which we had broken into earlier on. I slept for fourteen hours, until far into the next day. One or two days later the Hird, the State Police and others came to the hut and set fire on it. I did not get to know that either until much later. The reason for the burning of the hut was probably not owing to our having used it, as there were no tracks that could have betrayed that it had been us. Other huts in the neighbourhood to which we had not been had also been burnt down. On Wednesday I went on to the hut where we had stayed since Christmas and saw at once that nobody had been there since we left.
On Thursday 25th March, I went to the hut at SKRYKKJEN where the D party (Gunnerside) had been after their arrival, and where they had left some arms, equipment, etc, which I wanted to fetch. These things were buried close to the hut. I reached it at about five o'clock in the afternoon, a couple of hours before sunset. I took off my skis and carried the sack into the hut. I saw at once that the Germans must have been there, for a great deal of damage had been done. I thought that the Germans had perhaps discovered who had been visiting it and that possibly the hut was being watched. I ran out and had a good look around and sure enough there were the three Germans rushing towards me only two or three hundred metres away. I dashed to fetch my pack, got my skis on and started off for all I was worth. The Germans, who were about a hundred metres behind me called on me to stop. When I did not obey, some wild shooting began. I increased my pace, so they had to stop shooting and then a first class long distance ski race began.
I had a half years training to my credit and was in splendid form. But I saw to my dismay, that the Germans were sticking it. True enough the two men who were furthest back dropped off a little, but the first man, a big weather beaten fellow in white camouflage costume seemed to be in terrific form. We rushed into the mountains for nearly two hours. The sun was quite low on the horizon and I took care to run right into the sun's eye all the time. So that the Germans would be dazzled if they began to shoot again. I hadn't seen what kind of weapons they had, but reckoned on their having automatic pistols. I had only a Colt .38 myself. Gradually the two Germans dropped far to the rear, but the first man kept his distance. After about a two hours run he had reduced the distance between us by about fifty metres and on a long down hill run I realised that he would catch up with me. I therefore turned around. drew my pistol and fired one shot. I saw to my joy that the German only had a Luger and I realised that the man who emptied his magazine first would lose, because at at that long range nobody would have a chance of hitting. So I did not fire anymore shots, but stood there as a target. The German, however, clearly dumfounded by the sudden change of scene emptied his magazine at me. All at onve he turned and started back the same way he had come. I went after him. to give him no chance of reloading. There was a danger however, that the other two Germans might appear. Owing to the nature of the ground I could not see far in front of me. I therefore stopped, took a careful aim and sent a bullet after him. He began to stagger, went on at a slower pace and finally stopped, standing still and hanging over his ski-sticks.
(Who was this German and was he only wounded or did he die?)
I did not worry about him any more, but turned in order to get clear away. Hald an hour later it was dark and I was therefore safe.. The snow however showed my tracks well and therefore my pursuers would be able to follow my trail the next day. I therfore had to get to a lower level as I knew that the lakes lower down were ceated with snow free ice. I did not know exactly where I was. The thing to do to begin with at all events, was to increase my lead as much as I could. It was quite dark, but the mountains are agnite flat in that part of the country, so I reckoned that there was no danger of my running over a precipice. All the same, After I had been going a couple of hours, I went off a cliff. The drop seemed to be very deep, possibly 40 - 50 metres. I could clearly see the contours of the cliff against the starry sky. Ay any rate I hurt myself badly, especially my left shoulder. After a litte while I could not use that arm, and I was afraid that I had broken it. It ached a great deal. It had now become difficult for me to manage my self up in the mountains and so I went down towards an inhabited locality. I obliterated my ski tracks so that they could not be followed. At 8 o"clock in the morning I got to a farm, where I knew the man was alright, also we had had contact with him before. His wife told me however that her husband was at a neighbouring farm, where 50 Hird, State Police and Gestapo, had arrived the evening before. Her husband was to guide them into the mountains, as they were hunting for the Englishmen. This farm was a few hundred metres away. I said goodbye and went on in opposite direction. The tracks of my skis could not be followed any longer, as the surface was hard. After going a couple of Nowegian miles I again went into a farm, where I knew the people, and where GROUSE-1 is now living. Here I was given food, and was advised to get out out of the ditrict via RAULAND. These people did not know that RAULAND was already a restricted area. However, I thought there might be German sentry posts on the road, so I made my way cautiously through the wood. All the same, I ran right on to a German post, hidden in the wood a few kilometers from RAULAND. At their demand I produced my identity card and said I was going to the doctor. The Germans told me that their orders were to shoot everyone who went past, if they did not stop immediately when challenged, and they told me to be careful about other posts. They said that they had shot at a man the day before from the district who had gone right past them.
I got through alright at 9 o'clock at night and put up at the house of a man I know to be safe. He did not know me, but I invented quite plausible story as to why I was passing through then. He told me that the whole of the district was restricted. There were about 300 Germans, Hird, State Police and Gestapo. The day before TERBOVEN and REDIESS had been on a visit in a plane. The buses were not running and it was very difficult to get away from there. What with one thing and another, I did not feel altogether safe. Ten Germans were living in the same house, all of them men of the Medical Service. They were associating with the family with whom I was staying and we all became good friends. One of the Germans bandaged my arm, and I said I must see a doctor as soon as possible. In reply to a question about whether I would go to the German doctor who was living at the hotel where the Gestapo were quarted, I said that I did not want to trouble the Wehrmacht with such trifles. The German, however, went to his officer of his own accord and told him about me so the officer came and paid me a visit and told me kindly that he would got hold of a German Red Cross car and have me driven to the nearest railway station so that I could go to OSLO.
Meanwhile, I was to present myself at the hotel for examination by the doctor and if he granted permission I should be driven away at once. This was indeed a fine way of getting out of the restricted zone and I paraded in front of the doctor on Sunday morning March 28th. He was alright and recommended that I should get myself X-Rayed in OSLO as soon as possible.
When we drove out of the district, we passed several sentry posts, who were posted to see that no "Englishman" could escape from the restricted zone. A German Red Cross car was security enough against any investigation. In DALEN I said goodbye to the Germans and thanked them for the ride. I was not far out of the restricted area and ought therefore to have been quite safe.
I put up at BANDAKLI Tourist Hotel. There was about 30 guests there, most of them from OSLO. I was to go on next day by boat. I went to bed early and had just got to sleep when I was awakened all at once by many people talking, orders in German, etc. I thought the worst had happened, got up and listened to what it was all about. It was TERBOVEN and his suite who had arrived and they requisitioned a lot of rooms, while most of the guests had to get out of theirs and sit up all night. I was allowed to keep mine though. TERBOVEN had the one next to mine. What I wanted to do most of all was to make my getaway, but all the doors were barred by SS soldiers and others were on sentry outside the house. All the guests were then collected in the sitting room and they were all interrogated, some quite severly, others, like me for example, were only asked for their names and addresses. I had to produce my identity card and for fake name and number were written down. After that we were allowed to go back to our beds. The house was still blocked. The Germans were busy in the Office the whole night. They were typewriting and telephoning. If they happened to ring to OSLO to enquire if all the identity cards were genuine, I should be in a nice mess. I was wide awake the whole night and for that matter I had not had any prpper sleep for four days, because my arm ached so much.
At 5 am the next morning there was a knock at the door and a Gestapo officer came in. He told me to get up in a hurry and go down to the sitting room. Luckily it turned out that all the guests had got the same orders and so there was no suspicion against any particular person. There were about as many women as men, most of them engaged or married couples. I was the only one who was on my own and who was sunburnt. We just sat there and looked at one another for 5½ hours. TERBOVEN himself left about 10 am. At 10.30 a Wehrmacht officer came in and told us that TERBOVEN had been offended by the behaviour of the guests the evening before and that therefore, we were all to be sent to GRINI (concentration camp), where we were to be interned until the circumstances of the case had been further investigated. As far as I know, TERBOVEN had no reason at all to be offended. Nobody had behaved badly or disrespectfully . As a matter of fact most of the guests had been to the cinema that evening and many of them had not even seen TERBOVEN. But the same thing happened at several hotels, so it looks as if this is the usual practice whenever TERBOVEN makes a trip.
Those women who were more than 50 years of age and some elderly men, were allowed to remain, while the rest of us , 17 in all, were put into a bus.. We were not searched and our identity cards were not taken from us. I had got rid of my pistol earlier on, but now wished I had it. Unfortunately we could not chose our own places in the bus and I was placed right at the back down on the floor. The others sat on chairs. We started off at 11 am. We were strongly guarded the whole time. An SS soldier sat at the exit door by the side of the chauffeur. There were no other exits and no windowns. In front of the bus there were two SS soldiers on a motor cycle and one behind. They were big powerful fellows. One was a NCO, the others were privates. I reckoned that I should have no chance of getting clear if I came to GRINI. At any rate I did not dare to risl it. I would much prefer to make a desparate effort to escape. I did not think I would escape with my life and we had been told that anyone who tried to get away would be shot. If we drove at the usual speed we would reach GRINI before dark, but this was a generator bus and it did not make much speed on account of may hills and the bad state of the roads. It was hopeless for me to try to escape while it was light, with a broken arm.
Luckily it was already dark when we reached DRAMMEN. On the way the Germans had changed rounds at keeping guard in the bus, and we now had a nice, jovial fellow, quite different from the last one. I had planned my getaway long before this. I did not think I could get out alive, but even that was some consolation. This German, however, altered my plans completely, and made everything much simpler.
During the ride I had been talking to a very nice young lady. (this was the same lady who had - as the story goes - behaved very rudely and defiantly to TERBOVEN). The German was looking on at this and he certainly got very interested himself. He joined the conversation and as the young lady spoke excellent German, I was soon almost out of the picture. At last the German offered to change places with me. He said he thought that I, who had broken my arm, ought to have a comfortable seat. I tried to disguise my enthusasm for this proposal and took my seat by the exit door, while he crawled to the back of the bus, took his place on the floor and became engrossed in a converasation with the young lady. We had reached the hills at ???R, exactly the place where I had planned to make my escape. The bus was not going at a great speed and it was pitch dark. 30 metres behind on the road one of the motor cyclists.
When I jumped out i should fall down ofcourse and if I could not get on my feet quickly enough, I should have both the Germans over me. The one in the bus was not so dangerous and I need not worry about the cyclist in front. I looked out to find a suitable spot, where it was only a short distance to the woods, but unfortunately there was no such place. Up from the road there ran a steep slope or cliff side, and the woord were quite far away. Before I was able to jump out the bus had com up to flat ground and increased its speed. I thought all the same, now or never, and I took hold of the handle by the side of the chauffeur. I got the door open, sprang out and heard at the same moment a shout both from him and from the Germans. I feel on the asphalt and hurt my head and the shoulder I had broken before. Quite giddy and almost without thinking I got on my feet and dashed in the direction of the woods. I had first to cross a snow covered field. I fell several times and could not understand why the Germans had not already got me. When a couple of handgranades exploded right by the side of me. I ran on, but was stopped by a thick hedge. I dashed along this both in one direction and another, but could not get through it and now one of the Germans was quite close to me so near that he was sure to get me. However, no doubt he had a granade in one hand and a pistol in the other. He shouted out that he would shoot if I did not stop. But I ran past him and past the next man too, went right on to the road, straight between the bus and the motorcycle. Here a third German was standing barring the way. I rushed past him and the only thing he did was to shout, just like the two others had done. With one spring I was off the road and running over a field. Two handgranades exploded again hardly more than 5 metres away. I got one right in my back, but it did not burst, because of this granade throwing I got sufficient start to bring me safely into the woods, there I was able to sit and watch the search going on. It was pitch black in the woods and so they could never find me. The Germans shouted and made a fuss and I heard how they cursed the German in the bus who had let me escape. I saw them searching with lanterns at the spot they had thrown the handgranades in order to finf any remains of me there might be. Half an hour later I heard two pistol shots and then they took their departure.
These two shots explained my having been reported as killed by "reliable" sources. As soon as the other prisoners arrived at GRINI, they had stated that I had been shot, after attempting to escape. The Norwegian chauffeur had told the same story when he returned to DALEN. The story, therefore, was in circulation over the whole of OSLO not more than two days later, though certainly in a much altered form.
My arm was now aching worse than ever. It had begun to rain and I was ravenously hungry. There was snow in the woods and so I had great difficulty in avoiding making tracks. I dared not to go on the road, of course. I now realised that I should never manage to reach friends without help. LIER Asylum was not far away. I reckoned that the people there were mostly true Norwegians, which alsi is the case. Also the district is in a very bad way. I reach LIER asylum at one o'clock at night, I went among the houses to find a place where there were people still up. Outside I met a man at once and told him that I had escaped from a transport and that I needed help. If he were not a true Norwegian I reckoned that I should finf that out at once and that I could then get away easily. This man was spledid however. He told me that he just having a party with another gentleman and two ladies. I went into the house with him and naurally created a great sensation. My left arm was swollen and battered, my face and clothes were covered with filth and my trousers were badly torn through my having climbed over a barredwire fence. They evidently did not believe my story and enquired if I had been dropped down a chimmney and they would have it that I spoke Norwegian well. The many and varied adventures I had gone through during the last twenty four hours and a lack of sleep no doubt caused me to look somewhat bewildered. However, they did everything in their power to help me. After having given me food, one of them took me to a doctor, who made some vain attempt to pull my arm into joint, without enquiring for the reason for it. He said I should have to go to hospital. Realsing that I was a something of "mystery", he told me that I might feel quite safe if I where admitted to the hospital at DRAMMEN. He rang for an ambulance and I was admitted to the hospital at 5 o'clock on Tuesday morning March 30th.
I wrote to friends in OSLO immediately and they came out there bringing a new identity card. I managed to burn the other. Ther was no one in the hospital who knew there was any mystery about me. After a few days had lapsed, I got toilet things, flowers, eggs, sandwiches and ration cards. Also rations cards had been delivered to the hospital office. This happened before I was able to let my friends know in Oslo, si it must have been someone in LIER asylum helping me. After 18 days I was discharged from hospital and went to OSLO. Here I got into contact with the friend in RJUKAN I mentioned before and he told me how matters stood there. I realised there was nothing for me to do there for the time being. The whole population were in a state of alarm on account of so many thingshaving happened and I consideredthat the working conditions, both in the district at NOTODDEN and up there too, would be impossibe for a long time to come. I was therefore advised to put myself in contact with export organizations, which would be able to get me to Sweden. I would have preferred to go there on my own initiative but was advised to to do so.
I got direct contact with Milorg and lived in hiding with a man in ASKER, where I also met NILS STEEN and HARRY (?). I stayed there for four weeks, owing to mis understandings because they took me for a provocateur, as they got such reliable and detailed decription of how I had been shot. I did not get to know that this was the reason why I was kept waiting there. Moreover the conditions out there did not seem to be quite safe and that together with my having nothing to do began to get on my nerves a little. I therefore got tired of waiting and for that reason went to OSLO in spite of threats about a court martial, etc.
I have written a complete report about this matter to SVERRE ELINGSEN.
In OSLO I was in contact with other organizations and one of these sent me off on Tuesday June 1st. The route was good enough but the journey in de bus from OSLO was anything but satisfactory. There were in the bus Beside myself, with the same objects in view, a woman with two children and and engaged couple. Then our passes were checked by a member of the State Police the behaviour of this couple, in particular, was very stupid and if the police had been just a little sharper the result might have been disastrous. In future if I make this journey again, I would much prefer to travel on my own, rather than get myself sent in such manner. However, these routes have always been successful and Milorg are in the habit of using this organization.
A few hours before leaving OSLO I got into contact with KNUT STRAND. He told me that he had been asked to leave the HARDANGERVIDDA area. It was he who had informed Milorg that I had been shot. STRAND said that the reason for this last razzia was that the reindeer hunter whom D (Gunnerside) had taken prisoner, and whom we had released later, had told the whole story to a friend of his. This man also had not been able to keep his mouth shut, and at last the sherrif in UVDAL had got to hear the story. The Germans arrested the reindeer hunter, because they thought that he could have prevented the operation, if he had reported the story at once. As a matter of fact this is not correct, as he did not get back before it happened. It is said that the reindeer hunter is now interned at GRINI. I had heard a similar story, with the difference that it was the reindeer hunter who had gone to the Sherrif.
Also STRAND told me that a German patrol, with Norwegian who knew the country, had been fled into the mountains in the middle of March (before I went into the mountains). I have myself heard the same story from a man from that place. It was thought to be certain that they were looking for parachutists. Our men, however, had gone past that place long before. So it is not yet known what the explanation is about who did the shooting. I suppose, it s only had something to do with a reindeer hunter that ... no more text visable.
Report by Klaus Helberg
(SWALLOW)
When the operation was completed, I and Jens Dahle met in OSLO, where we planned the future work. According to the original plan, he and Arie Kristofferson were to work as instructors in the district of VINJE, West Telemark, bit, as it had proved that the conditions there were so easily seen through, we agreed that it was wiser for Jens Dahle to return to England.
I myself was to make contact in NOTODDEN and place the organisation there in connection with one of our transmitters, I was also to work there as an instructor, distribute arms, etc.
First of all, however, I had to go to the HARDANGERVIDDA to collect in one place a number of depots which we had lying about at different places. I was to remain in OSLO for the time being, until I received information that I need to have nothing to fear from razzias in the mountains. With that view, I had arranged for a friend of mine in RJUKAN to write to me, as soon as he found that the conditions were such that I could go up there again. This friend had done us great services before this, during the reconnaissance work. In the middle of March, I received a message that everything was quiet and that I could safely come up there. I said goodbye to Jens Dahle and left OSLO by train on Monday, 22nd March, for RØDBERG in the NUMEDAL, from where I went by bus to UVDAL. From there I went on to KALHOVD on ski on Tuesday morning. I did not know that RØDBERG and UVDAL had been made restricted areas that very day.
I had prevously arranged with GROUSE-1 that, if I applied to a friend of his in KALHOVD, I should get information about any German movements in the area. I met the man, who told me that everything was quiet and that there had not indeed been any Germans at all in that part of the district. KALHOVD was made a restricted area the same day, but neither he nor I knew that. I spent the night in the hut which we had broken into earlier on. I slept for fourteen hours, until far into the next day. One or two days later the Hird, the State Police and others came to the hut and set fire on it. I did not get to know that either until much later. The reason for the burning of the hut was probably not owing to our having used it, as there were no tracks that could have betrayed that it had been us. Other huts in the neighbourhood to which we had not been had also been burnt down. On Wednesday I went on to the hut where we had stayed since Christmas and saw at once that nobody had been there since we left.
On Thursday 25th March, I went to the hut at SKRYKKJEN where the D party (Gunnerside) had been after their arrival, and where they had left some arms, equipment, etc, which I wanted to fetch. These things were buried close to the hut. I reached it at about five o'clock in the afternoon, a couple of hours before sunset. I took off my skis and carried the sack into the hut. I saw at once that the Germans must have been there, for a great deal of damage had been done. I thought that the Germans had perhaps discovered who had been visiting it and that possibly the hut was being watched. I ran out and had a good look around and sure enough there were the three Germans rushing towards me only two or three hundred metres away. I dashed to fetch my pack, got my skis on and started off for all I was worth. The Germans, who were about a hundred metres behind me called on me to stop. When I did not obey, some wild shooting began. I increased my pace, so they had to stop shooting and then a first class long distance ski race began.
I had a half years training to my credit and was in splendid form. But I saw to my dismay, that the Germans were sticking it. True enough the two men who were furthest back dropped off a little, but the first man, a big weather beaten fellow in white camouflage costume seemed to be in terrific form. We rushed into the mountains for nearly two hours. The sun was quite low on the horizon and I took care to run right into the sun's eye all the time. So that the Germans would be dazzled if they began to shoot again. I hadn't seen what kind of weapons they had, but reckoned on their having automatic pistols. I had only a Colt .38 myself. Gradually the two Germans dropped far to the rear, but the first man kept his distance. After about a two hours run he had reduced the distance between us by about fifty metres and on a long down hill run I realised that he would catch up with me. I therefore turned around. drew my pistol and fired one shot. I saw to my joy that the German only had a Luger and I realised that the man who emptied his magazine first would lose, because at at that long range nobody would have a chance of hitting. So I did not fire anymore shots, but stood there as a target. The German, however, clearly dumfounded by the sudden change of scene emptied his magazine at me. All at onve he turned and started back the same way he had come. I went after him. to give him no chance of reloading. There was a danger however, that the other two Germans might appear. Owing to the nature of the ground I could not see far in front of me. I therefore stopped, took a careful aim and sent a bullet after him. He began to stagger, went on at a slower pace and finally stopped, standing still and hanging over his ski-sticks.
(Who was this German and was he only wounded or did he die?)
I did not worry about him any more, but turned in order to get clear away. Hald an hour later it was dark and I was therefore safe.. The snow however showed my tracks well and therefore my pursuers would be able to follow my trail the next day. I therfore had to get to a lower level as I knew that the lakes lower down were ceated with snow free ice. I did not know exactly where I was. The thing to do to begin with at all events, was to increase my lead as much as I could. It was quite dark, but the mountains are agnite flat in that part of the country, so I reckoned that there was no danger of my running over a precipice. All the same, After I had been going a couple of hours, I went off a cliff. The drop seemed to be very deep, possibly 40 - 50 metres. I could clearly see the contours of the cliff against the starry sky. Ay any rate I hurt myself badly, especially my left shoulder. After a litte while I could not use that arm, and I was afraid that I had broken it. It ached a great deal. It had now become difficult for me to manage my self up in the mountains and so I went down towards an inhabited locality. I obliterated my ski tracks so that they could not be followed. At 8 o"clock in the morning I got to a farm, where I knew the man was alright, also we had had contact with him before. His wife told me however that her husband was at a neighbouring farm, where 50 Hird, State Police and Gestapo, had arrived the evening before. Her husband was to guide them into the mountains, as they were hunting for the Englishmen. This farm was a few hundred metres away. I said goodbye and went on in opposite direction. The tracks of my skis could not be followed any longer, as the surface was hard. After going a couple of Nowegian miles I again went into a farm, where I knew the people, and where GROUSE-1 is now living. Here I was given food, and was advised to get out out of the ditrict via RAULAND. These people did not know that RAULAND was already a restricted area. However, I thought there might be German sentry posts on the road, so I made my way cautiously through the wood. All the same, I ran right on to a German post, hidden in the wood a few kilometers from RAULAND. At their demand I produced my identity card and said I was going to the doctor. The Germans told me that their orders were to shoot everyone who went past, if they did not stop immediately when challenged, and they told me to be careful about other posts. They said that they had shot at a man the day before from the district who had gone right past them.
I got through alright at 9 o'clock at night and put up at the house of a man I know to be safe. He did not know me, but I invented quite plausible story as to why I was passing through then. He told me that the whole of the district was restricted. There were about 300 Germans, Hird, State Police and Gestapo. The day before TERBOVEN and REDIESS had been on a visit in a plane. The buses were not running and it was very difficult to get away from there. What with one thing and another, I did not feel altogether safe. Ten Germans were living in the same house, all of them men of the Medical Service. They were associating with the family with whom I was staying and we all became good friends. One of the Germans bandaged my arm, and I said I must see a doctor as soon as possible. In reply to a question about whether I would go to the German doctor who was living at the hotel where the Gestapo were quarted, I said that I did not want to trouble the Wehrmacht with such trifles. The German, however, went to his officer of his own accord and told him about me so the officer came and paid me a visit and told me kindly that he would got hold of a German Red Cross car and have me driven to the nearest railway station so that I could go to OSLO.
Meanwhile, I was to present myself at the hotel for examination by the doctor and if he granted permission I should be driven away at once. This was indeed a fine way of getting out of the restricted zone and I paraded in front of the doctor on Sunday morning March 28th. He was alright and recommended that I should get myself X-Rayed in OSLO as soon as possible.
When we drove out of the district, we passed several sentry posts, who were posted to see that no "Englishman" could escape from the restricted zone. A German Red Cross car was security enough against any investigation. In DALEN I said goodbye to the Germans and thanked them for the ride. I was not far out of the restricted area and ought therefore to have been quite safe.
I put up at BANDAKLI Tourist Hotel. There was about 30 guests there, most of them from OSLO. I was to go on next day by boat. I went to bed early and had just got to sleep when I was awakened all at once by many people talking, orders in German, etc. I thought the worst had happened, got up and listened to what it was all about. It was TERBOVEN and his suite who had arrived and they requisitioned a lot of rooms, while most of the guests had to get out of theirs and sit up all night. I was allowed to keep mine though. TERBOVEN had the one next to mine. What I wanted to do most of all was to make my getaway, but all the doors were barred by SS soldiers and others were on sentry outside the house. All the guests were then collected in the sitting room and they were all interrogated, some quite severly, others, like me for example, were only asked for their names and addresses. I had to produce my identity card and for fake name and number were written down. After that we were allowed to go back to our beds. The house was still blocked. The Germans were busy in the Office the whole night. They were typewriting and telephoning. If they happened to ring to OSLO to enquire if all the identity cards were genuine, I should be in a nice mess. I was wide awake the whole night and for that matter I had not had any prpper sleep for four days, because my arm ached so much.
At 5 am the next morning there was a knock at the door and a Gestapo officer came in. He told me to get up in a hurry and go down to the sitting room. Luckily it turned out that all the guests had got the same orders and so there was no suspicion against any particular person. There were about as many women as men, most of them engaged or married couples. I was the only one who was on my own and who was sunburnt. We just sat there and looked at one another for 5½ hours. TERBOVEN himself left about 10 am. At 10.30 a Wehrmacht officer came in and told us that TERBOVEN had been offended by the behaviour of the guests the evening before and that therefore, we were all to be sent to GRINI (concentration camp), where we were to be interned until the circumstances of the case had been further investigated. As far as I know, TERBOVEN had no reason at all to be offended. Nobody had behaved badly or disrespectfully . As a matter of fact most of the guests had been to the cinema that evening and many of them had not even seen TERBOVEN. But the same thing happened at several hotels, so it looks as if this is the usual practice whenever TERBOVEN makes a trip.
Those women who were more than 50 years of age and some elderly men, were allowed to remain, while the rest of us , 17 in all, were put into a bus.. We were not searched and our identity cards were not taken from us. I had got rid of my pistol earlier on, but now wished I had it. Unfortunately we could not chose our own places in the bus and I was placed right at the back down on the floor. The others sat on chairs. We started off at 11 am. We were strongly guarded the whole time. An SS soldier sat at the exit door by the side of the chauffeur. There were no other exits and no windowns. In front of the bus there were two SS soldiers on a motor cycle and one behind. They were big powerful fellows. One was a NCO, the others were privates. I reckoned that I should have no chance of getting clear if I came to GRINI. At any rate I did not dare to risl it. I would much prefer to make a desparate effort to escape. I did not think I would escape with my life and we had been told that anyone who tried to get away would be shot. If we drove at the usual speed we would reach GRINI before dark, but this was a generator bus and it did not make much speed on account of may hills and the bad state of the roads. It was hopeless for me to try to escape while it was light, with a broken arm.
Luckily it was already dark when we reached DRAMMEN. On the way the Germans had changed rounds at keeping guard in the bus, and we now had a nice, jovial fellow, quite different from the last one. I had planned my getaway long before this. I did not think I could get out alive, but even that was some consolation. This German, however, altered my plans completely, and made everything much simpler.
During the ride I had been talking to a very nice young lady. (this was the same lady who had - as the story goes - behaved very rudely and defiantly to TERBOVEN). The German was looking on at this and he certainly got very interested himself. He joined the conversation and as the young lady spoke excellent German, I was soon almost out of the picture. At last the German offered to change places with me. He said he thought that I, who had broken my arm, ought to have a comfortable seat. I tried to disguise my enthusasm for this proposal and took my seat by the exit door, while he crawled to the back of the bus, took his place on the floor and became engrossed in a converasation with the young lady. We had reached the hills at ???R, exactly the place where I had planned to make my escape. The bus was not going at a great speed and it was pitch dark. 30 metres behind on the road one of the motor cyclists.
When I jumped out i should fall down ofcourse and if I could not get on my feet quickly enough, I should have both the Germans over me. The one in the bus was not so dangerous and I need not worry about the cyclist in front. I looked out to find a suitable spot, where it was only a short distance to the woods, but unfortunately there was no such place. Up from the road there ran a steep slope or cliff side, and the woord were quite far away. Before I was able to jump out the bus had com up to flat ground and increased its speed. I thought all the same, now or never, and I took hold of the handle by the side of the chauffeur. I got the door open, sprang out and heard at the same moment a shout both from him and from the Germans. I feel on the asphalt and hurt my head and the shoulder I had broken before. Quite giddy and almost without thinking I got on my feet and dashed in the direction of the woods. I had first to cross a snow covered field. I fell several times and could not understand why the Germans had not already got me. When a couple of handgranades exploded right by the side of me. I ran on, but was stopped by a thick hedge. I dashed along this both in one direction and another, but could not get through it and now one of the Germans was quite close to me so near that he was sure to get me. However, no doubt he had a granade in one hand and a pistol in the other. He shouted out that he would shoot if I did not stop. But I ran past him and past the next man too, went right on to the road, straight between the bus and the motorcycle. Here a third German was standing barring the way. I rushed past him and the only thing he did was to shout, just like the two others had done. With one spring I was off the road and running over a field. Two handgranades exploded again hardly more than 5 metres away. I got one right in my back, but it did not burst, because of this granade throwing I got sufficient start to bring me safely into the woods, there I was able to sit and watch the search going on. It was pitch black in the woods and so they could never find me. The Germans shouted and made a fuss and I heard how they cursed the German in the bus who had let me escape. I saw them searching with lanterns at the spot they had thrown the handgranades in order to finf any remains of me there might be. Half an hour later I heard two pistol shots and then they took their departure.
These two shots explained my having been reported as killed by "reliable" sources. As soon as the other prisoners arrived at GRINI, they had stated that I had been shot, after attempting to escape. The Norwegian chauffeur had told the same story when he returned to DALEN. The story, therefore, was in circulation over the whole of OSLO not more than two days later, though certainly in a much altered form.
My arm was now aching worse than ever. It had begun to rain and I was ravenously hungry. There was snow in the woods and so I had great difficulty in avoiding making tracks. I dared not to go on the road, of course. I now realised that I should never manage to reach friends without help. LIER Asylum was not far away. I reckoned that the people there were mostly true Norwegians, which alsi is the case. Also the district is in a very bad way. I reach LIER asylum at one o'clock at night, I went among the houses to find a place where there were people still up. Outside I met a man at once and told him that I had escaped from a transport and that I needed help. If he were not a true Norwegian I reckoned that I should finf that out at once and that I could then get away easily. This man was spledid however. He told me that he just having a party with another gentleman and two ladies. I went into the house with him and naurally created a great sensation. My left arm was swollen and battered, my face and clothes were covered with filth and my trousers were badly torn through my having climbed over a barredwire fence. They evidently did not believe my story and enquired if I had been dropped down a chimmney and they would have it that I spoke Norwegian well. The many and varied adventures I had gone through during the last twenty four hours and a lack of sleep no doubt caused me to look somewhat bewildered. However, they did everything in their power to help me. After having given me food, one of them took me to a doctor, who made some vain attempt to pull my arm into joint, without enquiring for the reason for it. He said I should have to go to hospital. Realsing that I was a something of "mystery", he told me that I might feel quite safe if I where admitted to the hospital at DRAMMEN. He rang for an ambulance and I was admitted to the hospital at 5 o'clock on Tuesday morning March 30th.
I wrote to friends in OSLO immediately and they came out there bringing a new identity card. I managed to burn the other. Ther was no one in the hospital who knew there was any mystery about me. After a few days had lapsed, I got toilet things, flowers, eggs, sandwiches and ration cards. Also rations cards had been delivered to the hospital office. This happened before I was able to let my friends know in Oslo, si it must have been someone in LIER asylum helping me. After 18 days I was discharged from hospital and went to OSLO. Here I got into contact with the friend in RJUKAN I mentioned before and he told me how matters stood there. I realised there was nothing for me to do there for the time being. The whole population were in a state of alarm on account of so many thingshaving happened and I consideredthat the working conditions, both in the district at NOTODDEN and up there too, would be impossibe for a long time to come. I was therefore advised to put myself in contact with export organizations, which would be able to get me to Sweden. I would have preferred to go there on my own initiative but was advised to to do so.
I got direct contact with Milorg and lived in hiding with a man in ASKER, where I also met NILS STEEN and HARRY (?). I stayed there for four weeks, owing to mis understandings because they took me for a provocateur, as they got such reliable and detailed decription of how I had been shot. I did not get to know that this was the reason why I was kept waiting there. Moreover the conditions out there did not seem to be quite safe and that together with my having nothing to do began to get on my nerves a little. I therefore got tired of waiting and for that reason went to OSLO in spite of threats about a court martial, etc.
I have written a complete report about this matter to SVERRE ELINGSEN.
In OSLO I was in contact with other organizations and one of these sent me off on Tuesday June 1st. The route was good enough but the journey in de bus from OSLO was anything but satisfactory. There were in the bus Beside myself, with the same objects in view, a woman with two children and and engaged couple. Then our passes were checked by a member of the State Police the behaviour of this couple, in particular, was very stupid and if the police had been just a little sharper the result might have been disastrous. In future if I make this journey again, I would much prefer to travel on my own, rather than get myself sent in such manner. However, these routes have always been successful and Milorg are in the habit of using this organization.
A few hours before leaving OSLO I got into contact with KNUT STRAND. He told me that he had been asked to leave the HARDANGERVIDDA area. It was he who had informed Milorg that I had been shot. STRAND said that the reason for this last razzia was that the reindeer hunter whom D (Gunnerside) had taken prisoner, and whom we had released later, had told the whole story to a friend of his. This man also had not been able to keep his mouth shut, and at last the sherrif in UVDAL had got to hear the story. The Germans arrested the reindeer hunter, because they thought that he could have prevented the operation, if he had reported the story at once. As a matter of fact this is not correct, as he did not get back before it happened. It is said that the reindeer hunter is now interned at GRINI. I had heard a similar story, with the difference that it was the reindeer hunter who had gone to the Sherrif.
Also STRAND told me that a German patrol, with Norwegian who knew the country, had been fled into the mountains in the middle of March (before I went into the mountains). I have myself heard the same story from a man from that place. It was thought to be certain that they were looking for parachutists. Our men, however, had gone past that place long before. So it is not yet known what the explanation is about who did the shooting. I suppose, it s only had something to do with a reindeer hunter that ... no more text visable.
SWALLOW PRIMUS 16th June 1943.
Confirming our telephone conversation will you please instruct Station 53 to continue listening on the Swallow Primus (formerly Grouse Primus) Signal Plan, at the Primus sked times, until further notice.
From the latest telegrams received, we think that this new station will not, after all, be coming on the air as from June 15th, but we await Swallow's next telegram before we can be certain of this.
SWALLOW 16th June 1943.
DE BURDE BEGYNNE AA BRUKE DERES NYE KODE SANG FRA OG MED DERES NESTE SKED STOP VAART NR FEMTI
HVIS DET BLIR NOGEN VANSKELIGHET MED KONDEN OG VI IKKE KAN FORSTAA HVERANDRE BURDE DE SENDE CRACK SIGNAL AATTE TO TO REPETER AATTE TOTO SOM VIL BETY AT DE OENSKER AA GAA TILBAKKE TIL DET GAMLE POEM PAA NESTE SKED STOP
DERSOM VI SENDER DENNE CRACK SIGNAL BETYR DET AT VI VIL GJOERE DET SAMME STOP
GLEDELIG AA HOERE AA KNUT ER OK STOP
CHEERS
TRANSLATION
You should begin using your new code song as from your next sked. Our nr. fifty.
If there is any difficulty with the code and we cannot understand each other you should send crack signal eight two two repeat eight two two which will mean you wish to go back to old poem on next sked. If we send this crack signal it means that we will do the same. Glad to hear that Knut is all right. Cheers
next sked time 10.00 GMT today.
SWALLOW POEM
FJELLSANGEN
Kom skal I hoere en vise om Gjest,
den er ikke laget av lensmann og prest.
Og nu kan i vanke og gaa hvor I vil
saa skal I faa hoere at Gjest er paa spill.
For er det ei jente, ja, to eller tre
som gjerne vil danse og leike og le,
saa skal I nu vite de dander som best,
naar de kan faa danse of leike med Gjest.
En gjerringmanne stabbur med mat og med mynt,
naar Gjest har besoekt det er forraadet tynt.
hvad heller en lensmann, en prest eller fut
som driver de skatter saa haardelig ut.
Da lyder det skrigen av skrekk og av harm
da loefter den lensmann sin truende arm.
Men lensmann gjoer regningen opp uten vert,
du fanger nok Gjest, kanst du fangeren fjert?
Og skulde du vaere saa heldig en gris.
Hvor lenge var Adam udi paradis?
For satte du Gjest udi jern of i bolt,
Ja, tenk hvad I vil, og tro hvad I kan,
og hold ham for tju og for kjeltring og brann.
Den lov skal han ha, den roe skal han faa:
han tuktet de store og hjelpte de smaa.
TO: D/YC/M FROM: SN/A.1.
15th June 1943.
SWALLOW
I enclose herewith two copies of the poem which will be used by Swallow and we are sending him a telegram today asking him to start using the first twenty-six words for his new code.
We would like to mention that since there are so many alternative spellings of Norwegian words, we are quite unable to say which form Swallow will use. We can only suggest that if and when Station 53 have decoding difficulties, they should refer to us and we will suggest other spellings for them to try.
SRL NR A 230 15th June 1943.
FROM SWALLOW TOR 0806 GMT
TRANSLATION
FROM KNUT STOP
AM WORKING FOR THE LEADERSHIP STOP
AM ARRANGING TRANSPORT OF STORES FROM CONTAINERS TO 162 STOP
WILL SEND MESSAGE WHEN THE TELEGRAPHIST TO THE WEST IS READY STOP
SPECIAL MESSAGE FOR MAJOR HJELLE STOP
"THE RING IS CLOSED ALL WELL"
ENDS
SRL A 213 TOR 0714 GMT 14TH JUNE 1943.
FROM SWALLOW
AM CERTAIN WHICH SONG YOU MEAN? BUT AM NOT CHANGING BEFORE I GET WORD FROM YOU STOP
GREETINGS TO CLAUS FROM EVERYONE HERE STOP
NO. 2
LARGE REINFORCEMENT TO RJUKAN LAST WEEK NOW ALTOGETHER ABOUT 900 GERMANS STOP
NEW AA AT MILAND AND KROKAN CORNERS STOP
TORPEDO NETS LAID OUT AT MSS LAKE DAM AND LANDMINES AROUND EXPECTING NEW INTELLIGENCE STOP
SKAAL
TYPED AT 1530 GMT 16TH JUNE 1943. SJ
SRL NO 212
FROM SWALLOW
TOR 0708 GMT 14TH JUNE 1943.
TRANSLATION
KNUT ARRIVED HERE TODAY STOP
APPOINTMENT TO THE WEST MUST BE CANCELLED UNTIL NEW INSTRUCTIONS ARRIVE STOP
ONE OF FOURTEEN STOP
MORE FROM KNUT TOMORROW STOP
I WILL THEN CALL AGAIN AS BEFORE AT THE TIME AGREED
ENDS
TR AT 1200 GMT 15TH JUNE 1943. MM
SWALLOW 11TH JUNE 1943.
SRL -A 421
ENIGE I AT DE REISER PAA DATUM DE FORESLAAR STOP
VAART NI OG FYRTI STOP
OENSKER DE AT VI LYTTER PAA PRIMUS PLAN FRA OG MED DEN FEMTENDE PAA DERES SKED TIDER ELLER PAA PRIMUS SKED TIDER STOP
BESVAR DETTE FOER DE REISER STOP
LYKKE TIL MED TANNLEGER STOP
GREETINGS
TRANSLATION
We agree to your leaving on the date you suggest.
Our nr 49.
Do you wish us to listen on Primus Plan from the fifteenth on your sked times or on Primus sked times.
Answer this before you go.
Good luck at the dentists.
skaal
Next send time saturday 1700 GMT.
Confirming our telephone conversation will you please instruct Station 53 to continue listening on the Swallow Primus (formerly Grouse Primus) Signal Plan, at the Primus sked times, until further notice.
From the latest telegrams received, we think that this new station will not, after all, be coming on the air as from June 15th, but we await Swallow's next telegram before we can be certain of this.
SWALLOW 16th June 1943.
DE BURDE BEGYNNE AA BRUKE DERES NYE KODE SANG FRA OG MED DERES NESTE SKED STOP VAART NR FEMTI
HVIS DET BLIR NOGEN VANSKELIGHET MED KONDEN OG VI IKKE KAN FORSTAA HVERANDRE BURDE DE SENDE CRACK SIGNAL AATTE TO TO REPETER AATTE TOTO SOM VIL BETY AT DE OENSKER AA GAA TILBAKKE TIL DET GAMLE POEM PAA NESTE SKED STOP
DERSOM VI SENDER DENNE CRACK SIGNAL BETYR DET AT VI VIL GJOERE DET SAMME STOP
GLEDELIG AA HOERE AA KNUT ER OK STOP
CHEERS
TRANSLATION
You should begin using your new code song as from your next sked. Our nr. fifty.
If there is any difficulty with the code and we cannot understand each other you should send crack signal eight two two repeat eight two two which will mean you wish to go back to old poem on next sked. If we send this crack signal it means that we will do the same. Glad to hear that Knut is all right. Cheers
next sked time 10.00 GMT today.
SWALLOW POEM
FJELLSANGEN
Kom skal I hoere en vise om Gjest,
den er ikke laget av lensmann og prest.
Og nu kan i vanke og gaa hvor I vil
saa skal I faa hoere at Gjest er paa spill.
For er det ei jente, ja, to eller tre
som gjerne vil danse og leike og le,
saa skal I nu vite de dander som best,
naar de kan faa danse of leike med Gjest.
En gjerringmanne stabbur med mat og med mynt,
naar Gjest har besoekt det er forraadet tynt.
hvad heller en lensmann, en prest eller fut
som driver de skatter saa haardelig ut.
Da lyder det skrigen av skrekk og av harm
da loefter den lensmann sin truende arm.
Men lensmann gjoer regningen opp uten vert,
du fanger nok Gjest, kanst du fangeren fjert?
Og skulde du vaere saa heldig en gris.
Hvor lenge var Adam udi paradis?
For satte du Gjest udi jern of i bolt,
Ja, tenk hvad I vil, og tro hvad I kan,
og hold ham for tju og for kjeltring og brann.
Den lov skal han ha, den roe skal han faa:
han tuktet de store og hjelpte de smaa.
TO: D/YC/M FROM: SN/A.1.
15th June 1943.
SWALLOW
I enclose herewith two copies of the poem which will be used by Swallow and we are sending him a telegram today asking him to start using the first twenty-six words for his new code.
We would like to mention that since there are so many alternative spellings of Norwegian words, we are quite unable to say which form Swallow will use. We can only suggest that if and when Station 53 have decoding difficulties, they should refer to us and we will suggest other spellings for them to try.
SRL NR A 230 15th June 1943.
FROM SWALLOW TOR 0806 GMT
TRANSLATION
FROM KNUT STOP
AM WORKING FOR THE LEADERSHIP STOP
AM ARRANGING TRANSPORT OF STORES FROM CONTAINERS TO 162 STOP
WILL SEND MESSAGE WHEN THE TELEGRAPHIST TO THE WEST IS READY STOP
SPECIAL MESSAGE FOR MAJOR HJELLE STOP
"THE RING IS CLOSED ALL WELL"
ENDS
SRL A 213 TOR 0714 GMT 14TH JUNE 1943.
FROM SWALLOW
AM CERTAIN WHICH SONG YOU MEAN? BUT AM NOT CHANGING BEFORE I GET WORD FROM YOU STOP
GREETINGS TO CLAUS FROM EVERYONE HERE STOP
NO. 2
LARGE REINFORCEMENT TO RJUKAN LAST WEEK NOW ALTOGETHER ABOUT 900 GERMANS STOP
NEW AA AT MILAND AND KROKAN CORNERS STOP
TORPEDO NETS LAID OUT AT MSS LAKE DAM AND LANDMINES AROUND EXPECTING NEW INTELLIGENCE STOP
SKAAL
TYPED AT 1530 GMT 16TH JUNE 1943. SJ
SRL NO 212
FROM SWALLOW
TOR 0708 GMT 14TH JUNE 1943.
TRANSLATION
KNUT ARRIVED HERE TODAY STOP
APPOINTMENT TO THE WEST MUST BE CANCELLED UNTIL NEW INSTRUCTIONS ARRIVE STOP
ONE OF FOURTEEN STOP
MORE FROM KNUT TOMORROW STOP
I WILL THEN CALL AGAIN AS BEFORE AT THE TIME AGREED
ENDS
TR AT 1200 GMT 15TH JUNE 1943. MM
SWALLOW 11TH JUNE 1943.
SRL -A 421
ENIGE I AT DE REISER PAA DATUM DE FORESLAAR STOP
VAART NI OG FYRTI STOP
OENSKER DE AT VI LYTTER PAA PRIMUS PLAN FRA OG MED DEN FEMTENDE PAA DERES SKED TIDER ELLER PAA PRIMUS SKED TIDER STOP
BESVAR DETTE FOER DE REISER STOP
LYKKE TIL MED TANNLEGER STOP
GREETINGS
TRANSLATION
We agree to your leaving on the date you suggest.
Our nr 49.
Do you wish us to listen on Primus Plan from the fifteenth on your sked times or on Primus sked times.
Answer this before you go.
Good luck at the dentists.
skaal
Next send time saturday 1700 GMT.