There are many accounts of the air war over Europe in the period 1939–1945. However, the vast majority are written by Allied pilots of both fighter and bomber aircraft. Having read a number of those accounts, I was interested in seeing the perspective from the losing side, and I found Heinz Knoke’s memoir from 1952.
The subtitle is incredibly apt: The Memoirs of a Luftwaffe Fighter Pilot, and the book delivers exactly what it says on the tin. The format is explicitly that of a diary, with the date in question opening each and every segment. We follow young Heinz through his school years, through joining the Hitler-Jugend, and eventually into the Luftwaffe as a cadet. Political comments are relatively few and far between, but there is a sense of honest recollection to a large extent. For example, Nazi propaganda justifying the invasion of Poland is reproduced as a young, proud, and patriotic Hitler-Jugend youth would conceivably have believed it: verbatim.
Flight school is tough, and Knoke again seems honest about his struggles to get to grips with flying, giving the reader a sense that this is not an easy task. When the combat missions start, the reader has the feeling of “learning as we go,” just as Knoke does. Air combat is not easy, and we are reminded once more that this is not Hollywood. That first aerial victory is elusive. And missions involve much more than just shooting down other planes. Finding the enemy, navigating, manoeuvring, staying in touch with one’s unit — all of these aspects are showcased in a vivid and action-packed manner.
We follow Knoke through an impressive career in which he eventually obtains 33 confirmed aerial victories and a further 19 unconfirmed ones in the course of over 2,000 flights. From Germany to France to the Soviet Union, to the English Channel, to Norway, to Normandy, the account is never boring. The career of a fighter pilot is exhibited in all its thrills and glory, as well as danger and loss. Friendly comrades who fall are mourned. Even enemy airmen are often treated not just with respect but also with sympathy. I was shocked by the sheer number of times Knoke himself was forced to bail out, make an emergency landing, or survive extremely difficult predicaments. The action is only broken up by short passages with Knoke’s wife and family, or when fallen comrades (whose numbers increase as the war rages on) are remembered fondly.
Aside from the non-stop aerial action — that reads as well as the accounts of famous Western aces like Pierre Clostermann — the book provides something truly unique: not just the recollections of the noble Prussian knight in the sky, but also those of a Luftwaffe pilot convinced by the righteousness of his Reich’s mission. It is fascinating to read such a first-hand account. French and Czech resistance fighters are invariably termed “terrorists.”
Tommies and Yanks might be treated with respect, but the Russian “Ivans” are described with nothing short of utter contempt. It is clear to see the effectiveness of Nazi propaganda in labelling Soviet Bolshevism as an inevitable, sinister, and dangerous threat — and thus the role of the Wehrmacht as the “noble defenders of Western Civilization.” Knoke looks with despair at a British plane he helped shoot down, hoping that the parachute opens in time and the “chap” survives. On the other hand, bombing, strafing, and killing Ivans is described not only with precision but with relish and even joy.
This juxtaposition makes it very clear that the Soviet Union was always deemed Nazi Germany’s primary enemy abroad. That Bolshevism and the “Jewish question” were linked goes a long way toward explaining the appalling atrocities committed by the Third Reich against the Jews of Europe and the Soviets on the Eastern Front.
When read dispassionately, one appreciates Knoke’s honesty — both regarding his own failings and his disagreements with higher-ranking officers — but also his unvarnished hatred of Russia. It makes the account that much more valuable. Yet, at the end of the book, he reproduces the myth that the Holocaust was the product of fanatical Nazis and the SS, while the “fighting German soldiers” were appalled and called for punishment of the perpetrators. I could not help but raise my eyebrows in scepticism at this passage. As the foreword to the book notes, the myth of the “noble” Wehrmacht has been debunked by historians in the decades since Knoke’s memoir was published in 1952. The regular German army also played its part in the extermination of millions of Jews and other “undesirables.” Whether Knoke was personally involved or not is unclear. Yet dispelling the idea that “the fighting German soldiers” were the noble counterpoint to the vicious SS is worth stating clearly, and I am happy that Richard Overy does so explicitly in the introduction to the book.
It was also interesting to find out — again in the introduction — that Knoke very much felt justified in his views (expressed in the memoir) that the West and Germany should have allied against the USSR. The early Cold War gave credence to his belief that the Bolsheviks were hell-bent on world domination, and that Nazi Germany had been prevented from its altruistic campaign to eliminate this threat through a pre-emptive strike. True to his beliefs, Knoke joined the neo-Nazi Socialist Reich Party and even got elected to the legislature of Lower Saxony in 1951 — one year before the Supreme Court of West Germany deemed the party illegal. Knoke’s own postscript, written in 1991, focuses more on the long task of reconstruction and ends with a touching focus on the family he and his wife, Lilo, built.
All in all, this rather short, to-the-point, and mostly unvarnished account is definitely worth a read. For those interested in history but less so in military aviation, the many exciting air operations might feel repetitive, but there are still nuggets to be found in the way a typical German officer saw the war — distorted as it was by Nazi propaganda. For those with an interest in military aviation, the account is nothing short of a must-read — and a worthy counterpart to other classic memoirs like Clostermann’s The Big Show.