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A Gnostic Childhood
II shall never forget the generosity and kindness of black American soldiers!
Another time we walked by a US Army motor pool and I ran up to a jeep and climbed in it sitting behind the
wheel like a real trooper. My mother, in deep fear and embarrassment, tried to pull me out of the jeep but I
would have nothing of it, holding on to the steering-wheel for dear life. Soldiers came running and tried to coax
me out of the vehicle but I wouldn't budge. Even the promise of candy didn't override my desire to drive the
jeep.
Finally a GI indicated to us that he would give me a ride in the jeep if I sat in the passenger seat. I somehow
trusted him and he really did drive me around for a little while while my mother stood pale in fear and
embarrassment. This is understandable now, when one realizes that this was an "occupational" army which had
orders not to "fraternize" with the "enemy." Given the language barrier and my irrational behavior in those
"heady" days I understand now that we were in true danger of being arrested or even shot by an overzealous
GI.
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