Saturday, September 18, 2010
About Letter 265
It's New Year's Day 1946. Bill notes that "last year at this time I was actually fighting for my life against the German New Year offensive. I was cold, miserable and I might add desperate." He spends much of the day "chewing the rag" with Hans the German interpreter. "He's only 17 years old and quite intelligent. One can learn more about Nazi Germany from him in five minutes than from anyone else in ten years."