Of the 1,800 inscriptions preserved on the walls of the Gestapo building today, mostly names, written in Cyrillic, of those from Eastern lands about to die, there is only one in English: ‘Earl Huge, Cleveland, Ohio. Third Armored Division.'
Following the Battle of the Bulge, the War in Western Europe tends to be wrapped up quickly in history books, notwithstanding the five months of hard fighting left. 1945 is a rolling narrative of that period, moving up and down the three Army Groups under General Eisenhower, with plenty of quotes from individual soldiers.
As mentioned, the book’s ostensible selling point is that it covers the Western Allied Forces in Europe under Eisenhower in detail from the start of 1945. However, there are actually three other interconnected elements that elevate this book:
- Caddick-Adams has an easy-going humanity that lends empathy to his writing;
- he often interacted over his career with veterans, including staff rides with them;
- he devotes significant sections to the atrocities of the Nazis as they were uncovered by the Allies, including the concentration camps in the West.
Yet the freezing mud and sleet we encountered reminded him not of February 1945, but of his father’s tales of Passchendaele in 1917. The Reichswald was the penance his generation had to bear, he thought. This was the same, gloopy Flanders caramel his father was once obliged to navigate. To me, a student of both, I could see the precise similarities.
This combination means that that 1945 feels like more than the product of a guy with a lot of spare time whose shuffled around and reconstituted some sources he’s read, or simply relies on his wit to add a new twist. I consider these elements of humanity something worth crediting non-fiction writers for – I accept that is not always possible or even advisable to do this, but it works here with this material.
There were about 45,000 camps of all kinds run by Hitler's Germany. Such a figure strikes the reader like a sledgehammer, proving there is always something new to learn.
Caddick-Adams, other than a well-handled detour on the MG-42, generally avoids technical discussions of equipment, which makes sense considering that it did not really matter by the last months of the war where German efforts following Operation Norwind were mostly localized stand and die battles. The Allies’ genius for logistics and amphibious warfare, particularly with the Rhine crossings, do show off that their armies were doing more than merely walking across the continent, and indicates that those forces were more competent than they appear in the occasionally negative comparisons with the Soviet’s penchant for “deep-battle”.
As to battlefield commander assessments, General Devers, who is generally spoken in other books as underrated, gets proper treatment here as an Army Group Commander who had to deal with Patton on one flank and near insubordinate French forces under him (though again, Caddick-Adams shows his remarkable degrees of empathy to the French position). Commanders down to Corps level are all covered with at least a paragraph, with notable lower ranking officers occasionally receiving similar treatment. Other than Devers and possibly the crossing at Remagen, there’s nothing particularly revelationary, which is fine, because the novelty is the period in which they are fighting in.
I don’t know if you need to read 1945 to understand 1945, but it is a good example of adding warmth to what is a very grim exchange, while remaining clear eyed about the moral standpoints (there’s no myth of the noble Wehrmacht here), even including the sins of Allied forces.
Though the miserable Rhine camps, guarded by other Germans, and only ever a temporary expedient, were shut down in September 1945, prisoner abuse undoubtedly took place and up to 10,000 may have died from disease, malnutrition and neglect.
While probably not necessary for understanding the general context of World War II, Caddick-Adams’ writing style is worth emulating.