Wilhelm Keitel - Children Involved in World War II

Children Involved in World War II

His youngest son, Hans-Georg Keitel, was severely wounded in the thigh during the 1940 campaign in France. He died on 18 July 1941 in a field hospital after being mortally wounded the day before by a Russian aircraft attack. Hans was buried in the family plot in Bad Gandersheim. His father's ashes (supposedly scattered after being hanged) were purchased from the Americans and are buried with him and his uncle Bodewin Keitel at the family plot in Bad Gandersheim. Another son, Major Ernst-Wilhelm Keitel, was captured by the Russians at the end of World War II. He survived his captivity, was released in January 1956 and returned home to Germany.

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