By D. P. Stephens
A Memoir of the Spanish Civil battle is one man's bittersweet account of combating with the foreign Brigades opposed to the forces of normal Francisco Franco in Spain from 1936 to 1939. Douglas Patrick (Pat) Stephens was once born in Armenia in 1910 and emigrated together with his relatives to Canada in 1926. Like numerous others, his dream of discovering a brand new and extra filthy rich lifestyles was once seriously shaken through the onset of the good melancholy, and he grew to become to the Communist occasion of Canada in an try and strive against the political and fiscal deterioration which had gripped a lot of the realm. Franco's try to overthrow by way of army strength the republican govt of Spain appeared to Pat Stephens definitely the right chance to place his political convictions into motion. via his connections within the Communist social gathering, he turned one among a few 1400 Canadians, and 40,000 foreign Volunteers in all, who went to Spain. a number of the volunteers, together with the Canadians, went to Spain opposed to the legislation and the needs in their governments. lots of them by no means got here again. Stephens' memoir, dictated to his spouse Phyllis Stephens almost immediately prior to his dying in 1987, places a truly human face in this unusual and intricate warfare. it's a portrait of political and ethical conviction tinged through creeping disillusionment. it's also a compelling depiction of the power, frailty, doubt, and braveness that may outcome from the occasionally incongruous intersection of the private and the political. A Memoir of the Spanish Civil warfare is a helpful contribution to our realizing of the clash which straight away preceded international battle II, and of Canada's position in that clash.
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Tanz was from New York and was a lawyer by profession. He was the Battalion Supply Officer. Bullets were flying all around us, and we were walking bent over to avoid them, but Tanz was walking upright. He told us not to be afraid as these bullets were not directed at us — we were not under fire yet. P. (Pat) Stephens Soldiers lining up for food during the Spanish Civil War. (NAC, C-67447). bullets ten or twenty feet above our heads. We arrived at the foot of a steep, rocky hill. On top of that hill were the trenches, and half way up the hill Comrade Tanz stopped us and went into a little dugout.
After that, he kept quiet and did not speak to me again. In the morning I related the incident to Captain Lamont. He laughed and that the prisoner had offered him more money. On the second night after our arrival in Albacete we got our first taste of war. Six Italian bombers flew over the city. Itwas a beautiful moonlit night, and the enemy planes had the sky all to themselves. Not even a machine gun or a rifle was fired against them. They came in low and tried to hit the barracks, but the bombs fell short.
The boys regained their humor and self-confidence, and life carried on as it does in the front lines. The February incident was all but forgotten. Now it was time to bitch about food and the lack of cigarettes. One day when I was busy in the ammo dugout, filling machine gun belts, some machine gunners were cleaning and assembling a Maxim gun right behind me. I went over to watch. The machine gun fascinated me. I went back to filling belts, but I had the urge to join the machine gun company. I put in a request to be transferred to the machine gun company, which was regarded as the elite of the Battalion.