C’mon folks, give the soldiers a break. They were latvian “boys” (18-22 year olds) doing their obligatory 2 year stint in the latvian army. (Including my father). Nothing much got you out of it - not college deferrment, not flat feet, etc.
So there you are, in the army in your latvian uniform. In comes a foreign power (USSR, German by turns) and the first thing they do to seize power is to seize all the ‘power regulating’ types of departments - the armed forces, the police, the mass media etc. They don’t shoot them all, they conscript them (all the fellows in the armed forces) into the army of the “Victorious new regime”. And since soldiers 1) follow orders and 2) don’t want a bullet in the back of the head for NOT following orders, they put on the new uniforms. 3) start trying to learn the language of the new regime
A year later, those same latvian boys, still in the armed forces, go through the same rigamarole with a new “Victorious new regime”. They STILL don’t want a bullet in the back of the head, you see. And they start trying to learn another new language.
War is raging all around them, they are in the thick of it. They can feel if their line is forging ahead or retreating.
So some of the ‘boys’ (you can hardly call them boys anymore, except for the 16 - year olds enlisting toward the end of the war) decide to go AWOL and become “meza brali” - partisans. At this time, they realize that a bullet to the back or front of the head is a perfectly legal option to be exercized by the “Victorious new regime”.
Each latvian knew he was caught between a rock and a hard place. Should he defect from this army & join that one? Which army has more of a chance of defeating the other - AND THEN - we can turn around and drive out the victors !
It happened after WW I, and the soldiers thought it might work again at the end of WWII.
Too bad it didnt. This is how my father was in 3 armies during WW II and feared for his life to set foot on Latvian soil until 1991.
Now just try & put yourself in place - a gym teacher at heart & by trade, his leg was shot off & he was evacuated to Germany for a lengthy hospital stay. At some point in the DP camps, russian officials come to visit and the americans “encourage” latvians to go back home to Latvija with these friendly allies. Well, some go, most dont.
For years he (and others like him) search for lost (read: deported and murdered) family members. He pined for the land of his birth, his heart ached and he wept for the atrocities being committed there year after year. He felt that he had deserted his homeland. Not by choice, you see, but the army evacuated him....
So now, Ambersun, talk to me about the choice(s) he had and he made.
I for one, thank God - often, that I was born after all of this, and yet I too, carry scars of this awful war.
Oh yeah - “war rules” seem to apply much more to the losers than the winners.
