English Pub Memories

Maybe I should tell you... Yes, I will tell you about a pub. We used to go into the pubs and when the sirens would go, they had a trap door in some of them and they'd lift them up and the Englishmen would go down and then leave their half a pint or whatever it was laying on the table. And we'd stand up, "Oh yeah, we're going to go, we're going to take off." And as soon as they left we'd clean up their half pint, and then we'd take off. Now that's kind of a mean thing, but we were soldiers, eh. You know what I mean? And they were good people, they didn't mind. If we would've asked them, they would've give it to us, you know. But we cleaned it. When they come up there was no, no shandies or nothing left! So then, the laughing part is that. Then we were going out to a pub one time and, and just a half a block away, they grabbed us and we had to go in and move bricks to dig children out of a, out of an apartment complex. So that's the first time that I really seen bodies decapitated and, and, and things. That my doctor, I was just talking to him, and he was a young guy over there, he seen a dog carrying a leg out of one of those places at one time. I didn't see that but I did see bodies that, that to me didn't look very good, there wasn't much to them. I don't know how they put them together. It was very sickening, and incidentally, I, I remember one time throwing up.