Forward forward always moving forward. Pass through forests fields towns highways. Sometimes there were small battles snipers an occasional SS regiment still in fighting form but for the most part the American G.I.’s in Germany marched forward towards Berlin day after day.
Moe’s time passed in a frenzy of interrogations. With hundreds of thousands of German soldiers surrendering entire divisions encircled and captured the work was unceasing relentless. But Moe didn’t mind — every mile covered every soldier disarmed brought the Allied troops closer to what they all dreamed of: victory.
It was a lovely spring morning when he reported to his CO for his orders. The colonel was holding a sheaf of papers his fingers gripping them so hard his nails had turned white. He stared quietly at Moe his face grim his eyes hooded a man seeing something too terrible to grasp too monstrous to share. Moe looked at him expectant puzzled.
Finally his commanding officer spoke. “Freed I’m detaching you for three days service with the 222nd. They’ve found… they’ve liberated a camp and they need help with translation.”
