| On the outskirts of town was a little hill. Bill
Butz and I went with Major Williams to the top of the hill for a
look-see. We had been there only a little while when we saw six
men, formed as skirmishers, coming toward us with their rifles at
their hips. Naturally we spread out and took cover. This would have
been a hell of a time for the Krauts to attack us as all of our
men were just moving into town. We looked through our glasses. The
men heading toward us were not wearing helmets. When they came closer
we saw their striped pants and shirts and knew they were escapees
from the concentration camp. When they got to us we found out they
were Russians. They told us what had happened. |
