H. K. Brown's WW II 1944--1945 Diary

Post War

      My wife, Marj, and I visited the area in 1976, somewhat tracing the route of Company
D, 410th, in a rented VW.  We met with the Gammeningens. The then 81 year old Frau
was still living in the house we stayed at in 1945.   Susanne was married and had
grandchildren--(6yr. old) Eugene was also married and had 6 children--we had a Sunday
dinner with him, his wife and all but one child who was away a school.  The hill near
Itterswiller had been logged off and replanted with hardwood trees--hardly recognizable. 
We stopped in Ville at a small candy shop and the clerk called for her grandfather who
was in back of the shop.  We had a long discussion--that's how I found out that Grubbe,
the nearest town had been changed to Fouchy.  I got the impression, in no uncertain
terms, that France treated Alsace as "poor relations."
     Food rations during combat were reasonable. I guess the problem was that the
Company kitchen had difficulty always finding all the units, as we were always attached to
rifle companies and sometimes were cut off or unable to be reached--hence the use of
K rations.  Also, whenever we could find food on the local economy, we preferred it
to rations--it tasted better.  Most of the civilian population offered food.  Probably
Alsace was in better shape than either Germany or France--it was sort of a breadbasket
area.  I, personally, never understood or was aware of the overall picture.  All I could
describe was what happened to me or those around me and rumors that invariably pop up.
       I felt that the GIs treated the Alsatians almost like the enemy--they stole whatever they
liked from houses which were unoccupied; later within Germany proper, there was plenty
of fraternization, contrary to official orders; there were too many instances of German
POWs being taken back, a few at a time, and not making it to the detention centers. 
Another thing which bothered me and still does--I felt that the weapons we had to use
were inferior to the Wehrmacht's comparable weapons, particularly as they applied to our
Heavy Weapons Company.  Take my 30 cal water cooled machine gun as an example.  It
was pure World War I vintage.  Slow rate of fire, took 3 people to carry necessary
equipment to set it up, was not at all suited to the offensive type of combat that was
encountered, wouldn't fire when the web belts became wet and tightened up, etc.  But,
I felt very fortunate that we did not often meet up with the cream of the German Army, and
that I was supporting a Rifle Company and was not a rifleman.  As to armored units in
support, most of our early support was tentative.  That is, our tanks were no match for the
enemy's, and that's why they stayed well behind protective cover whenever available. 
     On another note--as we were leaving Germany to return to the States, we rode in
40 x 8s.  While traveling through Strasbourg, our train stopped in the marshaling yards
for a few minutes, probably to await necessary switching.  As we sat there, many small
Alsatian children ran out to greet the GIs leaning out of the freight car doorways to get
gum, cigarettes, candy, etc.  Many were shaking hands with the GIs.  Just as the train
started up, a small boy, about 8 or 9 years old, reached to shake the hand of a GI in
the rail car right ahead of ours.  The GI apparently hung on to his hand too long and the boy
was pulled under the wheel and his left leg was cut off just above the knee.  An indelible
memory which I'll never forget.  The boy was left standing, hopping on one leg as we
pulled out.  All we could do was point back down the tracks as we passed under an
overpass roadway trying to alert the civilians standing there.  For the most part the GIs
were brave and dependable under the worst conditions--but as in all cases, there were
always a few bad apples.