How well you have analysed the issue.
I too have experienced this when joining in
Dzal-al-Abad, as we stood in a queue in front of a recruiting sergeant; there
were debates as to who we ought to be and how safe it was and how old we were;
all to confuse and be safe - as we thought. No one trusted anybody.There
were no records and above all many could not write properly even their
In later years when we were safe- after Stalin's
ultimatum to return to Poland - I asked my mother, who, by then was in the
USA, to have an affidavit prepared and correct the info about me. I was in
England and had to get a correct NI number and give a proof of my
Searching records is extremely difficult as a
couple of letters can throw one off the track.