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Show D VID LOFGREN just an accountant, or something like that." He says "Is there anyway c uld nd him h n1 " And I said, "Sure." So we made him take off his uniform. W put n m that we had salvaged. We bandaged up his knee, and cut a stick to make him a crutch and nt him back through the American lines. Well, they weren't lines. They were scatter d (pointing t something) -back through the Americans heading home hobbling on this crutch. And I said, "Now, for Heaven's sakes, you're crippled, and you let everybody know you're crippled." He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Tears were coming down his eyes. Now this was Baldinger, a Jewish fellow who had lost uncles, and aunts, and other relatives to the German Nazis. And he was doing this. He was the most "Christian" guy we had in our outfit. Because sometimes I didn't feel in that good of a mood. Baldy was great! But I'll bet we turned, oh, eight or ten German prisoners loose that way. "Cripples," you know. And where we could, if there was a chicken or anything around, we'd smear blood on the bandage. And, of course, a lot of our people would have been unhappy with me doing that, but Baldy knew that I was in deep trouble if they ever caught us. But other things. As we were moving in convoy, we stopped in this one town. And this little old lady, and I guess she was sixty or seventy. I mean she was a little old lady. She came out with a teapot to the troops. She knew that we had food packets; coffee, and cocoa and things. "Ah, mine klyn kinder, mine klina kinder. Hice wasser, hice wasser." Well, the guys thought she was bringing out ice water. And they ran her off. And she was so upset and just couldn't understand. And I said, "You stupid ninnies." "She's got a kettle of hot water for you that makes your coffee." "No, she said ice water." You do understand |
