World War, 1939-1945 -- Personal narratives, American; World War, 1939-1945 -- Prisoners and prisons, German
We were watching the top of the hill and saw the little L4 spotter
planes flying low and directing the artillery fire. Bullets from
rifle fire began hitting the camp and next to my bunk one guy was
sitting against the center tent pole writing a letter when a bullet
hit the tent pole and dropped into his lap. He put the bullet in his
pocket and we headed for the trenches which were about six feet deep
and ran throughout the camp. We looked up at the hill and the tanks
were just coming out of the woods toward us. In my trench there were
several British prisoners and of all things, at a time like this they
had their 1ittle stove and were making their morning tea. Nothing
could stop them from doing that.
Someone came running across the open space and jumped in the trench
yelling 'Mail Call". I had a letter and when I opened it, there in the
trench, I found it was from Eastman Kodak Company telling me that a
Job was waiting for me although not the job I had 1eft. They sent
greetings and hoped I would soon return. I can't imagine how they
knew where I was and what an odd time to receive that letter, with
the bullets flying all around.
Chapter 12 Liberated
The rifle fire soon ceased and we were all running around the camp
excited and yelling. It was just eight days less than a year that I
had been held prisoner and, as happy as I was, you can imagine the
feelings of the men who had been held for two or three years. We saw
a tank coming down the road into camp, ran to the main gate, broke it
down and rushed out to meet them. So many of us climbed all over the
tank that you couldn't even see the metal. The soldiers in the tank
threw out whatever food and cigarettes they had to us. The second
tank rolled into camp and General George Patton, with his two pearl
handled revolvers, was riding on the top of it. He was one general
who was right at the front with his men. Our cheers of celebration
were just deafening as hundreds of us poured out of camp and ran
around the countryside, thrilled to be free. Before long guys
returned to camp with horses and wagons, buggies and anything else
they could find.
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