Nancy Phillips tells the story of the monastery in Castile that became an International Brigade hospital and then a prison…

The monastery of Uclés, now one of the most renowned cultural centres of Castilla-La Mancha, was a 500-bed hospital during the Spanish Civil War and then a prison during the post-civil war years. 

During the civil war, it was first used as a barracks by military units that came and went and then functioned as an evacuation hospital for wounded of the International Brigades and the Republican People’s Army. It became one of the largest hospitals in the area, treating war casualties and civilians alike.

During the civil war, the hospital cemetery served as the burial place for the hundreds of soldiers who died of disease or injury there as well as the burial place for civilians. 

Uclés hospital during the Spanish Civil War.

When the war ended, the soldiers who could not leave went from being patients to prisoners.  All medical personnel were arrested. Uclés hospital thus became a concentration camp and later a great prison until 1943. 

Those prisoners who died of disease or injury were buried in the hospital cemetery as were those who were put to death. There was a high mortality rate due to executions and the unhealthiness of the prison.

During the years 2005, 2006 and 2007 archaeological excavations were carried out in the area of graves. A total of 265 graves of 429 individuals were excavated. During the excavations three areas were distinguished, one belonging to those who died when Uclés was a hospital and the other two belonging to those who died during the prison stage.

From the first area (those who died in hospital), 188 individuals were recovered, with signs of respect at the time of burial, since each had a coffin and each was carefully arranged in it. 

Unfinished exhumations.

As for the other two areas or sectors, 241 individuals were recovered, many of them without coffins, of which 158 were shot and only one had the privilege of being buried with a coffin. Sector 2 is the one destined for those who were executed without confession, while sector 3 was used for those who had made their last confession before the chaplain of the monastery. 

According to Máximo Molina of Cuenca’s Association for the Recovery of the Historical Memory, this work did not continue after 2012. ‘There are still more than a hundred remains whose DNA must be analysed.’

IBMT member Nancy Phillips writes…

Eighty five years ago the Ebro offensive was initiated by Republican forces, who crossed the Ebro river on 24/25 July with the aim of stopping the advance of Franco’s Nationalist troops towards Valencia. It became the longest and largest battle of the Spanish Civil War, with massive air warfare that was unprecedented. As noted by historian Helen Graham, Republican communications were bombed to oblivion and their troops were blasted off the bare and rocky hillsides by the sheer force of the incendiary materials launched.  

In the end, in November 1938, the last men of the Republican forces had to retreat back across the Ebro at Flix. According to Helen Graham: ‘…retreat was a function not of military defeat (the Republic had successfully blocked Franco’s attack on Valencia) but of an absolutely devastating political defeat’ at Munich, which had removed any hope of aid from the Western democracies. Barcelona fell in early 1939 and Madrid in March 1939.

Reminders of the Battle of the Ebro can be found all over Catalonia today: trenches, bunkers, anti-aircraft shelters, improvised command centres and field hospitals, museums and perhaps the most moving of all, the former village of Corbera de l’Ebre left untouched since destroyed in battle. We are also left with a plethora of letters, poems and memoirs of Brigaders whose works remind us of ‘the nightmare come to life’ of combat in the Pandols. And, of course, there are the number of memorials to those who fought there.

Corbera d'Ebre.

From all of this, it’s clear that the Ebro battle has resonated in the minds of those who fought there and those of us who remember them. But beyond the landscape scars, monuments and historic sites, this battle has acquired additional meaning. It has become a symbol of the international resistance against fascism; for the pessimists, a milestone of resistance against fascist totalitarianism.

Below is a poem for this occasion, ‘For My Dead Brother’ by Alvah Bessie*, written from prison in 1951 to his fellow Lincoln volunteer Aaron Lopoff, killed on Hill 666 during the Ebro battle.  I am not sure what Aaron meant; perhaps you know.

For My Dead Brother

Alvah Bessie

The moon was full that night in Aragon…

we sat in the black velvet shadow

of the hazel (called avellano there); 

the men lay sleeping, sprawled on the packed earth

in their blankets (like the dead)…

With dawn we’d move in double files

down to the Ebro, crossed in boats,

and many lying there relaxed

would lie relaxed across the river

(but without their blankets).

He said, ‘You started something, baby –’

(I was thirty-four; he ten years less;

he was my captain; I his adjutant)

‘– you started something, baby,’ Aaron said,

‘when you came to Spain.’

Across the yellow river

there was a night loud with machine guns

and the harmless popcorn crackle 

of hand grenades bursting pink and green,

and he was gone and somehow Sam found me in the dark,

bringing Aaron’s pistol, wet with blood.

He said:

   ‘The last thing Aaron said

   was, “Did we take the hill?”

   I told him, “Sure.”’

Aaron, we did not take the hill.

We lost in Spain, Aaron,

I know, finally, what you meant that night

under the thick black shadow of the avellano,

sitting here in prison twelve years later.

We did not take the hill, mi comandante,

but o! the plains that we have taken

and the mountains, rivers, cities,

deserts, flowing valleys, seas!

You may sleep… sleep, my brother, sleep.

Sources

Helen Graham ‘The Spanish Civil War: A Very Short Introduction’

Cary Nelson ‘Revolutionary Memory’ 

Edmon Castell & Lluis Falco ‘Across the River’ 

* Alvah Bessie was a novelist, journalist and scriptwriter who, as one of the Hollywood Ten, was jailed in 1950 during the McCarthy witch-hunts in the US.