Memories of Home

Oh boy the end of the war. That is a goody. I was in near Oldenburg in Germany and we knew that the goal was getting close to the end because there were all kinds of prisoners coming forth and everything was going great. At the end of the war we decided then to pass the time we'd get some radios and that's what we did. But on the way to get the radios we came to this, I can remember this so well, came to this barn and house and everything in Germany and we were in our camouflage outfit and we were in and there was everything in this henhouse. There was chickens, ducks, geese, everything but there was no turkeys. But clear of that, I guess we were the only two turkeys there. So anyway, this woman came in and we were in camouflage she walked in she had her back . . . she reminded me of my mother, her apron full of oats. She carried the oats in her apron. I can remember my mother doing that and she was going through the yard, feeding the . . . and then shaking the apron out. And my God that reminded me of mother. So we came and she gave a screech when she saw us and she let go of the apron and everything, (inaudible), we went up this person, (inaudible) and I with nothing but arms around her and gave her a hug and everything and that settled her down. And she . . . I was just thinking, people that came afterwards, I would hope that they would have treated her good. Just like your own mother. That's what it was.