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Two maritime parables:<br />

the Gustloff and the Titanic<br />

In the discussion which follows we will be looking<br />

at rescue from fatal danger. Two dramatic<br />

occurrences from the 20th century will serve as<br />

examples.<br />

Firstly, we will take a look at the greatest shipping<br />

catastrophe of all time, as far as the number of<br />

fatalities goes: the sinking of the Gustloff during<br />

the Second World War.<br />

It was Tuesday 30th January 19<strong>45</strong>. The ship Wilhelm<br />

Gustloff was at sea, extremely overloaded<br />

with 10,582 passengers. Most of them were<br />

refugees (8,956 or more) from East and West Prussia,<br />

Danzig-Gotenhafen (Danziger Bay), Memelland<br />

and East Pomerania. They were fleeing from the<br />

Red Army, hoping to get to the West. It was minus<br />

18 ºC and the sea was rough. The Soviet submarine<br />

S-13 was lying north of Stolpmünde in East<br />

Pomerania. On this icy cold winter evening, the<br />

lookout in the partially submerged submarine saw<br />

the outline of a large ship. The Gustloff was hit by<br />

three torpedoes at about 9 p.m. and sank within an<br />

hour. The extent of the catastrophe is enormous:<br />

9,343 people lost their lives. Only 1,239 could be<br />

saved. This is 6551 more than died in the terror<br />

attack on the twin towers of the World Trade Center<br />

in New York on the 11th September 2001.<br />

(Literature: Heinz Schön: SOS Wilhelm Gustloff -<br />

Die größte Schiffskatastrophe der Geschichte,<br />

Motorbuch Verlag, 1. Auflage 1998, 254 S.)<br />

The ship was named after Wilhelm Gustloff, a<br />

Swiss Nazi Party functionary who had been murdered<br />

in 1936. It was used by the “German Labour<br />

Front” as their flagship for the “Strength Through<br />

Joy” movement. With a gross registered tonnage<br />

of 25,484, this luxury liner had a capacity of nearly<br />

1,500 passengers. When war broke out, it served<br />

as a hospital and as barracks for the naval contingent<br />

stationed at Gotenhafen. As the war front<br />

moved nearer, it was one of the ships assigned to<br />

transporting refugees and soldiers towards the<br />

West. Damaged by bombs and overloaded, it could<br />

only manage 12 knots, compared to its original<br />

capability of 15.5 knots (29 km/h).<br />

120<br />

At the time there was only a low risk of enemy<br />

submarine activity, so only one destroyer escorted<br />

the ship, and a zig-zag course was deemed<br />

unnecessary. After being hit, the ship listed 15<br />

degrees, where it stayed for about 20 minutes,<br />

then it keeled over further and further before<br />

finally sinking. Because there were nowhere near<br />

enough lifeboats, most passengers faced certain<br />

death. Only 1,239 people could be rescued from<br />

the icy waters.<br />

The eyewitness and survivor of this catastrophe,<br />

Heinz Schön (1926 – ) gives us this graphic sketch<br />

of the sinking:<br />

“At 10:16 p. m., sixty minutes after the first torpedo<br />

hit, which was followed straight away by two<br />

more, the Gustloff readies herself to die. No one<br />

knows that the death struggle of this ship will<br />

last a mere two minutes more. Nobody has any<br />

idea, how many people have already had to die on<br />

the Gustloff in the last sixty minutes, torn apart<br />

by torpedoes, suffocated by the gases of detonation,<br />

battered to death by falling furniture, trampled<br />

to death in the stairways, drowned in the<br />

foreship, in the corridors, the chambers, the halls<br />

and in the lower promenade deck, which became<br />

a ’glass coffin’”.<br />

And then he describes the final minute:<br />

“Now the minute of death has arrived for the Gustloff.<br />

For all still on board her, there will be no more<br />

rescue. They don’t want to die, but death is<br />

inevitable. I also am fighting for life in the chilly<br />

Baltic Sea. Next to me hundreds of people are<br />

struggling desperately in the icy waters, clutching<br />

onto the rims of boats, with whose occupants they<br />

fight as they search for some sort of a handhold.<br />

But the relentless cold soon immobilizes their<br />

limbs. The sea tosses these hapless people around<br />

like toys. With gurgling cries for help, countless<br />

numbers have already sunk under the waves or are<br />

hanging lifeless in their bouyancy vests.<br />

“I’m amazed to still be conscious. My eyes try to<br />

penetrate the darkness. The massive swell lifts me<br />

to towering heights, only to let me sink again into<br />

deep wave valleys. Will no rescue come? If ships<br />

don’t arrive soon, then all those struggling in the

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