Me Nazi's holding me
When we took the town of Foy, we took heavy losses. We were supposed to meet up with about 500 soldiers from Dog Company at Foy, but they never showed up. Myself and ten more soldiers from easy, were sent south to search for them, other groups were assigned different search locations. Me being the highest ranking N.C.O was put in charge of the search party. It was a cold and snowy day. We were walking through the woods; I heard a cracking noise at a distance and signaled the soldiers to get down. I sent two scouts up ahead when suddenly a grenade blasted to the group’s side. I opened my eyes and saw 3 dead troops to my left, another laying without a leg, and two soldiers firing. I picked up my M1 Garand and opened fire. I didn’t really know where I was shooting at, I was just firing my weapon. Before I realized it, my weapon was the only one firing. I looked to my side, and I yelled orders but I got no response all my fellow troops were dead. I quickly put my gun up and yelled “Ich gebe auf, Ich gebe auf!” (I surrender) . I heard footsteps behind me and turned around; I saw the back of a rifle, and then black. I woke up, I felt extremely cold, I looked around and saw only German soldiers around me. I counted 3 officers and about 25 enlisted men. The officers looked old, experienced. I noticed their black uniforms which lead me to the conclusion that they were SS soldiers. One approached me and stripped my rank pin of my collar. He took it to his commanding officer. They began to mumble in German, I did not understand what they were saying. At basic training they taught us to say surrender, and I surrender. We moved out, I refused to stand up and was kicked in the face with a very cold hard boot. I spit blood into the white snow, and stood up. A week passed, we marched to a city held by the Germans. As we walked by, I saw a number of Russian soldiers, for some reason on the Western front, being executed. This made me tremble, I felt sick to my stomach, the thought of me being in their position made me want to run away. I was starring at the Russian soldiers laying on the floor, soon I felt a blow to my back, he yelled “Shnel Shnel!” . As time passed by more and more American soldiers were coming in. If I were to talk with one of them my head would be blown off, as made example by the Germans. Time would pass by like an eternity; we would retreat and retreat from city to city. Rumor said that the reason we were not taken to some camp was that the city we were currently in was surrounded by American forces. I was a very depressed man. My days would consist of sitting in a house guarded by two Germans, then I would be fed twice a day, and then I would sleep and repeat everything again. I woke up one morning and heard gunfire close by, I looked out the window and saw hundreds of American troops running through a field. Soon they broke down the door I was and as I yelled for help. Soon I was pulled back and sent to an American camp and treated for my wounds where soon I would be shipped back to America.
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