We left Burglesan on the morning of April 23 and
moved to Nuremberg to relieve the 3d Infantry Division. Nuremberg
was beaten to a pulp. It had formerly been a walled-in city with
a moat around it—a medieval jewel no longer, courtesy of Mr.
. . .
Nuremberg was the seat of Nazism. The town was full of stadiums,
sportzplatz, and parade fields where Hitler and his buddies could
gather thousands of their followers together for a real Nazi pow-wow.
I had some men, Private First Class Terribilini, Sergeant McQuain,
and Private Ford who had Bronze Stars coming to them, so the colonel
decided to have a parade, complete with marching music over a
PA system, right where Hitler used to parade his would-be world
conquerors. I always did like a parade, especially when we could
march to the tune of "What do they do in the Infantry?"