The Fighting 69th Infantry Division Association, Inc. Vol. 57 No. 3 ...
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GERMANY (Continued from Page 26)<br />
von Braun, Hitler's former rocket scientist, to the<br />
White House to discuss the possible moon explorations.<br />
I learned then that the two von Brauns were<br />
brothers. I forwarded my snapshots of that day in the<br />
Vatican apartment to Dr. Wernher von Braun. He<br />
answered with a friendly letter, thanking me for the<br />
pictures, adding that he was sending them to his<br />
brother, who was now Chief of Protocol for the West<br />
German Government in Bonn.<br />
Just as a casual reflection, this was the first time<br />
that someone who had aimed bombs at me in London<br />
sent me a friendly letter.<br />
Within a week all of us were at work again in<br />
Nuremberg. One peak in working for the United<br />
States government was the liberal leave time. Every<br />
so often a three-or four-day weekend gave us an escape<br />
from Nuremberg's bleak ruins into the countryside.<br />
It was on one of these mini-vacations that I packed<br />
a small overnight bag and headed toward the nearby<br />
Autobahn or highway. As I walked along the roadside<br />
and saw an Army vehicle heading my way I'd raise my<br />
thumb, hoping for a ride.<br />
All of a sudden a GI in a two-and-a-half-ton Army<br />
truck pulled onto the side for me. As I climbed in he<br />
said, "Buddy, I'm only going as far as Ingolstadt."<br />
"Thanks," I answered, not really knowing or caring<br />
where that was. "I just want to get out of the city."<br />
After about an hour of driving the sun was beginning<br />
to set and we pulled off the road at a signpost<br />
pointing to Ingolstadt. "Thanks a lot," I said as I<br />
jumped onto the road. He waved and I started to walk<br />
in the direction of a town I could see in the distance.<br />
Only a few minutes passed when I saw a tall figure<br />
of a man coming from the opposite direction. By now it<br />
was almost dark and Americans had to be wary of<br />
strangers in isolated areas. As we were only a few<br />
yards from each other I asked in German if there was<br />
a hotel nearby.<br />
"Oh yes," he answered in German. "It's only about<br />
half a mile ahead on your right."<br />
Thanking him, I began walking, but he continued<br />
speaking. "Wait a minute. You have an accent. Where<br />
are you from?"<br />
"Braunsberg in East Prussia," I replied, giving my<br />
father's birthplace.<br />
In the near darkness I could see surprise in his face.<br />
"That's where I'm from," he gasped. I smiled and started<br />
to walk away.<br />
He grabbed my hand, shook it excitedly and said, "I<br />
guess you could call us 'brothers in suffering.'"<br />
I nodded, pulled my hand away and headed down<br />
the road again.<br />
Finally, I saw the hotel on the right. A room was<br />
, available and as I was too tired for a supper, I went<br />
into the room, closed the door, undressed, crawled into<br />
bed and slept.<br />
- 27-<br />
<strong>No</strong>ises of people talking, opening and closing doors<br />
woke me. Blackout curtains from the war years still<br />
hung over the windows so that you couldn't tell<br />
whether it was dark or light outside. Pulling back the<br />
curtains, I blinked as bright sunlight flooded the room,<br />
I used the sink opposite my bed to get rid of the previous<br />
day's grime, put on a clean shirt, packed my bag<br />
and headed for the check-out desk. After paying my<br />
bill I noticed a small restaurant just off the hotel<br />
lobby. <strong>The</strong> scrambled eggs and toast were fine, but the<br />
coffee was what the Germans called "ersatz" or substitute<br />
because real coffee was scarce after the war,<br />
Anyway, on my way out of the restaurant I noticed<br />
a bulletin board in the lobby. What caught my eye on<br />
the board was a notice: Hollywood movie company on<br />
location at the train station. Will film a scene at tenthirty<br />
this morning."<br />
My watch showed ten o'clock. After getting directions<br />
to the train station from the desk clerk, I found a<br />
streetcar just outside the hotel that passed the station.<br />
I jumped on board, found a seat as the conductor came<br />
down the aisle calling out, "Tickets. Tickets, please."<br />
In those days Americans didn't have to pay fares on<br />
streetcars or trains and when the conductor came to<br />
my seat, I handed him my American identification. As<br />
I looked up at him I noticed that this was the man in<br />
uniform the evening before who called me his "brother<br />
in suffering." It was only a moment that our eyes met,<br />
but I could see his brow wrinkle in a slight frown.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n as he turned away he continued down the aisle,<br />
calling, "Tickets. Tickets, please."<br />
Ten minutes passed and again I heard the conductor's<br />
voice. This time he called, "Railroad station,<br />
Railroad station." As soon as we stopped I picked up<br />
my bag and hopped onto the street. About a block<br />
ahead of me in front of the station I saw a group of<br />
people clustered around several lights on poles over<br />
their heads. In the center were two men at a large<br />
camera. A woman in uniform ran toward the camera,<br />
suddenly stopped, and excitedly looked to the left and<br />
right. One of the men alongside the camera yelled,<br />
"Cut," the woman relaxed, walked to a small canvas<br />
chair and sat down.<br />
I recognized the woman as the American actress<br />
Aline MacMahon who had played supporting roles in<br />
many films. Walking over to her, I introduced myself<br />
and told her how much I had enjoyed her work. She<br />
thanked me and in a few minutes when director, Fred<br />
Zinneman, came to her, she introduced me to him. I<br />
mentioned my interest in films and he asked, "Do you<br />
want to come with me? I'm going to set up the next<br />
shot."<br />
As soon as I said, "That would be great, thanks," we<br />
headed to a bridge overlooking railroad tracks. He put<br />
his viewer to his eye and in a few minutes he and his<br />
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