Seeking Kin: Reunion with liberators may be last of its kind

William Juksch, a self-described “hillbilly from the Ozarks” of southwest Missouri, was a 19-year-old private fighting for the Army near the end of World War II when he was assigned to scout observation points for a U.S. artillery bombardment of German forces.

It was May 4, 1945. Juksch’s 5th Infantry Regiment of the 71st Infantry Division had fought for a year through France and Germany. Reaching the Austrian city of Wels, Juksch and thress other soldiers followed a trail through the woods. The jeep stopped at a gate, the men not knowing what stood behind it.

It was Gunskirchen Lager, a subcamp of the Mauthausen concentration camp. With the Allies closing in, the Nazis had led thousands of Jewish prisoners from Mauthausen on a death march to Gun-skirchen. Before the Americans’ arrival, the Germans had fled. Dead Jews were sprawled on the ground or stacked atop one another. Everyone else constituted the walking dead.

“Those who could walk grabbed our feet, kissed our boots, kissed our hands. They said things in German,” said Juksch, an 86-year-old retired electronic scientist, speaking by phone from his home in Virginia Beach, Va. “The captain radioed back what we’d found. … In no time flat there were trucks of medics and supplies. We gave them every bit of food we had with us: candy bars and K-rations.”

Still needing to complete their scouting mission, Juksch and the other men stayed less than an hour.

Last week Juksch was in Alabama, where he attended the 71st Infantry Division’s annual reunion Sept. 12-16 in Huntsville. Three Jews whom the 71st liberated at Gunskirchen were there, too: Simon Braitman, 82, from Majowicie, Poland, who lives in Rochester, N.Y.; Aron Zoldan, 85, from Kusnice, Czechoslovakia (now Ukraine), who lives near Detroit; and Robert Fisch, 87, from Budapest, who lives in Minneapolis. The sons of two now-deceased survivors also attended, as did several wives and relatives of survivors.

The division has held reunions since the late 1980s — Juksch attended his first around 1993 — but only in the past decade did the Holocaust survivors learn about them and ask to come, too.

“Frankly, this may be the last one,” Braitman said of the reunions. In the past year, approximately 60 ex-soldiers and their wives have died.

The poignancy of Braitman’s words is striking, and ironic.

According to Steven Vitto, a researcher at the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, reunions between survivors and soldier liberators have been “happening more” in the past 20 years. “Almost every” U.S. military base here and abroad hosts a Yom HaShoah commemoration, he said, often asking the museum’s Civic Defense Initiatives department to suggest resources, including survivors as speakers.

At the 71st’s reunion six years ago, Zoldan asked the ex-soldiers if they remembered a kid running around who didn’t know English.

“Was that you?” they said.


Zoldan then told them of remaining behind with the Americans in Gunskirchen, assisting and speaking Yiddish with a Jewish corporal from Brooklyn, N.Y. Airplanes delivered K-rations to a German military airfield nearby, and the soldiers piled the boxes nearly a story high. Zoldan, then a teenager, climbed to the top box and removed two cans of baked beans. A guard 100 yards away ordered Zoldan to halt. The boy ignored him, figuring he’d outrun the man.

He scampered toward a field, then suddenly stopped. He’d identified a land mine, one of many the Nazis had compelled him to bury to repel the invaders who’d ultimately strolled unimpeded through the front gate. On his knees, Zoldan cleared the area around the mine as a warning to his American pursuer, who by then had caught up. The man blew a whistle; a flock of soldiers ran up to see why.

One was the Jewish soldier from Brooklyn. Zoldan walked the field with him, identifying each mine that the Germans had him plant precisely 15 paces apart.

Zoldan had survived Auschwitz but was put on a train bound for Mauthausen as the Russians approached. After just a few days at Mauthausen, he was force-marched to Gunskirchen a month before the Americans stumbled upon it.

His parents, two older sisters and a brother had been turned into ash on a single Auschwitz day.

As Zoldan related the land mine incident at the reunion, an elderly man listened attentively. So did a woman sitting with him, who soon planted a kiss upon Zoldan’s cheek.

That day in 1945, Zoldan saved a man he’d never met — someone who might have entered a minefield had Zoldan not remembered the deadly weapons he’d helped install.

As she kissed Zoldan, the woman said, “You saved my grandfather’s life.”

“Seeking Kin” aims to help reunite long-lost friends and relatives. Please email Hillel Kuttler at if you survived Gunskirchen and would like to reconnect with the 71st Infantry Division.