ONE AMAZING & REMARKABLE LIFE IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF
Peter Tunstall (1918-2014) was not really legendary as a British World War II pilot. He only flew a handful of sorties in 1940 before being captured. He and his crew got lost flying in a storm. Out of fuel, they were forced to crash land in what they thought was Ireland. As it turned out, they were in occupied Holland. What is remarkable about this story is his life as a guest of the Nazis for four years and eight months until his liberation in April 1945.
He's 95 when he finally writes his memoir of the war as a POW (book published posthumously in 2014). In his Forward, he states there are three reasons he's done so. First, as far as he knows, he is one of six British POWs still alive who were held at Colditz, one of the most well known of the Nazi POW camps. He states this will be their "final testimony." Second, he had strong feelings that other histories of "escapers," as they were called, wrote their stories while they were young shortly after the war and their tales are highly romanticized. He impresses the point that the war was a horrible thing to endure and not some great adventure written to sell books. Finally, and most importantly, its a defense against later revisionist history that first appeared in the 1990s that questioned whether the British air campaign in the Second World War was as guilty of atrocities bombing indiscriminately, killing innocent civilians, as were the Nazis during Blitz. His argument was that hindsight is 20/20. Easy to say now that the Allies were going to triumph and the horrific carnage their bombs inflicted was not necessary. "We didn't know that at the time," he sardonically states.
In the first chapter of his book and repeated a few more times throughout, he recalls an instructor, a veteran of World I, giving his charges three dictums should they find themselves a POW. First, escape; second, provide information to your country that can useful in defeating the enemy; and third, cause as much trouble for him as you can. This is really Tunstall's story. He remarkably delivers in all three directives. He has seven escape attempts and assists with many others, devises an ingenious way to slip intelligence back to British Command, and, if to be believed, causes an insurmountable amount of mischief to his German oppressors. It does becomes obvious in his writing that he felt slighted that he never received the full recognition he deserved as he never hit a "home run." British prisoners euphemism for a successful escape and repatriation back to Britain.
I have great respect for this man. How could I not? He actually speaks to the "bluffs" he successfully pulled off as a disguised "Nazi" that gave him the impetus to become a successful actor after the war. I was quite captivated early on by his story, but then, to be candid, it became something of slog as he simply strings along a series of experiences he and his mates endure in confinement. His insight into the human psyche between captor (German) and captive (English) was interesting; compassion at times from some, and cruelty more often from others. Still, when the book ended, I was happy to be liberated.