March 22, 1944. We are in the woods, eating. It’s early morning.
We hear the German patrol airplane. Everyone stops still.
We listen. It’s fairly close.
We check our surroundings.
We are under good cover but…recently a few of the guys had gone off and ambushed a German patrol.
The Germans are very angry.
No one moves.
After it passes, we finish eating quickly, put things away, and get on the move, staying undercover.
It does another pass. Too close. When we hear it, we all stop still. No one moves a muscle.
While we are moving, we all are primed, in case we have been spotted from the air and a German patrol is trying to return the favor and ambush us.
I’m itching to get back in an airplane…..
And shoot the patrol down.
c. GCYI