At 12.30 p.m.
September 17*, 1944,1 jumped into Holland just outside Berg-En-Da].
We assembled and
moved into town. The Germans were leaving town as we were
landing so there wasn't much of a skirmish in the town itself.
The platoon took a
position at the German SS radio station which was located across
from a Catholic church.
While I was
digging my foxhole, a Catholic priest came up to where I was,
and he had a young boy with him aged about 15 years. The kid was
wearing a boy scout uniform that looked like it was 3 or 4 sizes
too small for him.
motioned for me to get out of the hole and give my entrenching
tool to the young boy. I did so and the boy dug a big wide deep
hole for me.
As I went to get
in to the hole, the priest motioned for me to wait and he sent
the boy off on an errand. A few minutes later the boy returned
with a small mattress which he put in the hole for me.
By this time it
was getting very late in the evening. After 1 was in the hole,
the priest came back pushing a wheelbarrow with a large pot in
He came round to
each trooper's hole and served them with hot beef stew.
A German warehouse
was opened in Nijmegen and the food was distributed to the Dutch
people. These people were showing their gratitude by serving us
this hot food.