My father, Clinton H. Hutton, was also a POW held first in Stalag IVB and then transferred to Stalag IVA. Here is what he said about his time as a POW and his liberation from IVA.
"We were marched across France, our feet frostbitten, before being loaded on boxcars for transport to Germany. During the trip, the trains were often hit with friendly fire, forcing us to take cover. During one of these raids, one of the other captives ran too far and was killed by the Germans, who thought he was trying to escape. We were moved among many different Prisoner of War camps, and finally placed at Stalag IVA. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to me, my son Walter had been born on July 4th, the same day I was captured. I would later look back on that day and note that my wife and I both went through hell that day. However, as I had requested Blanche was not notified of my MIA status until July 15. Later she was also contacted by several strangers, some outside of the US, who had heard me identify myself as a POW on a Ham radio broadcast. The government notified her in November that I was indeed being held as a POW. She knew I was alive, but not if or when I would ever be returning home for her and my child.
I was held in the POW camps for 10 months. We were not tortured, though the Germans forced us to stand at attention for hours in an attempt to get us to divulge information. I was given only 3 Red Cross packages during my imprisonment, though often German villagers would leave food for us as they passed by. Though Blanche tried to send me several letters, I only received two or three. At least I was reassured that she and Walter were doing well, and that they missed me terribly. I attempted to escape on one occasion with 3 or 4 other prisoners. We were able to simply walk away from the camp when the guards were not looking. We walked through several small German villages before being stopped by a Nazi general who promptly returned us to the camp.
Eventually it became clear that the war would soon end and that the Germans would be defeated. On May 7, 1945, the German guards changed into civilian clothes and told us that we were free. They walked with us toward the American lines until they turned to go one direction and pointed us in the other. We were overjoyed when before long we came upon American soldiers, who greeted us with much celebration and even cigarettes. "